Reddit: Sexism

I’ve always had an interest in human behavior.  Its study fits somewhere between hard science and social science, and that appeals to both sides of the brain.  And as a bonus, I don’t have to go far to make observations.

Of particular interest to me is the ongoing social conflict between the sexes.

My school teachers were almost entirely comprised of women, especially during my earlier education.  I concluded that women were simply more interested in this type of employment, but have since discovered that to be a fallacy.  I’ve reviewed a number of studies on the matter, and they all distill down to a generalized fear of sexual assault and a belief that women are more nurturing.  Somewhere along the line, we as a society concluded a priori that all men have the predilection for rape, and of abandoning children.  I guess we can thank Generation-X for that?

Then there was my older sister who, through some combination of this scholastic indoctrination and personal experience, seemed to seethe with dislike for her male counterparts.  For whatever reason (probably something as simple as sibling discord), I was the regular victim of her constant monologues expounding upon sexist injustices and how I was part of the problem.

Now, in the workforce, I’m constantly exposed to pro-women sponsored committees and articles about women’s accomplishments on the internal site.  The local news takes time to interject professional annotations about “girl power” to otherwise gender-neutral stories.  I’ve seen the rise of several women-targeting television networks, and even Netflix shows a growing catalog of documentaries about famous women and women’s struggles.

In response to this, the media providers thought to target men, but rather than doing so in a way that philosophically addresses our identity, it shamelessly capitalized upon it, and we were given things like SpikeTV, Maxim magazine, and Askmen.com–in their own right sexist (and often false) assumptions on male interests.

So I wondered: why does this disconnect not simply persist, but continue to grow?

Obviously, it would have been a bad idea to approach people at random and ask their thoughts.  Even if the response had been positive, it’s unlikely to have also been truthful, and since the majority of my extra-familial conversations involve coworkers, I didn’t relish the thought of explaining academic research to a humorless Human Resources representative.

What I needed was a group discussion, free from judgment; and that combination could only exist within anonymity.  So I went somewhere I had never in my life gone before: Reddit (shudder).  I found two subreddits: /askmen and /askwomen–assuming their inherent duality would represent equal sides of an argument.  I dug around in the archives and read some specific discussions, then simply resorted to passively reading each day’s posts for a few weeks.  Eventually, I accumulated enough information that I was able to identify a few consistent and high-impact topics.  I will summarize them and offer my thoughts:

  • Men and women both have concerns regarding public education’s entire staff being female.  I was not alone in this sentiment, and apparently this childhood experience continues to haunt men into adulthood.  Anecdotally, many male teachers complained about the entrenched feminism and its hostility towards allowing men equal footing in early elementary school classes.  The issue has grown well beyond self-selection–there are plenty of men wanting to teach at these levels, and they’re universally complaining about being actively excluded from doing so.  Of course, a complaint itself does not indicate wrongdoing, but the prevalence of the complaint alone indicates that somewhere, there is a problem.
  • Equality in the workplace was a mixed bag.  Women complained more about sexism in small companies and with specific bad bosses, but as a whole with larger companies–sexism was more of a varying perception.  It would appear that companies which have large employee bases are more likely to see employees simply as resources–and while impersonal, serves to benefit the feminist cause in that diversity is achieved simply through finding enough qualified employees.  Economics have rendered sexism non-viable.  As for whether or not men and women receive equal wages, well, complaints again centered on small companies.  Since much of that is self-reported, and we don’t know the qualifications of every person surveyed, and organizations which attempt to aggregate this data aren’t honestly sharing how they got it, this statistic is simply going to remain unreliable and twisted for the benefit of whichever side of the argument is using it.
  • Men are naturally concerned with being attractive to women.  The subreddit’s existence is testament to a willingness to set aside pride and ask an online community of women for advice and criticisms.  Women in turn are more than happy to share their thoughts.  Of interest here is that these women would later complain about specific male tendencies, despite having previously told men that they find these tendencies attractive.  Is that intentional deception?  Normally I would doubt that conclusion…except the women who were giving this misleading information were the same usernames.  I have no idea what this indicates.  By contrast, women have an oft-misconstrued perception of what men find attractive in women (for this I can personally vouch), but the women here were reluctant to ask for clarification, and when men volunteered the information unsolicited, the responses were not positive.  So it would appear that men want to know what women like and women won’t tell them anything reliable; and women presume to know what men like but they’re often incorrect, yet don’t want to hear attempts to provide accurate information.  I admit I don’t understand that thought process, so I’m not going to attempt to offer an explanation.
  • Apparently women walk around in fear of being attacked.  I had figured this was a general concern, but not such a ubiquitous one.  The myriad of posts on this topic are rife with suggestion on how men can avoid appearing like they’re constantly wrestling back some innate urge to inflict mass violence upon women.  I must say, the urge to rape and kill women has never taken a foothold in my subconscious.  Of course I understand that such violence does exist, but after the amount of lecturing I received during my schooling about remembering to not rape (as if I needed reminding), maybe it’s only the constant discussion that keeps the fear omnipresent.  Even in college they lectured me, being required to take an orientation class in which they had thespians recreating a sexual assault scenario and asking the class what was wrong about it.  We’ve all been told not to rape so much that as a society we’re starting to believe that all men are rapists unless constantly reminded to not.  Drawing a correlation that because some men are violent, all men have the capacity for it, is a flawed form of inductive reasoning, in itself sexist, and the type of logic for which is the very source of all forms of bigotry.  These discussions were lengthy and very emotionally-charged.  I didn’t participate, but I admit that I lost my objectivity for a time.
  • Dating etiquette.  Who pays?  Who asks who out?  What qualifies as a date?  This is where I found out that Americans are way different in this arena from Europeans.  The latter has adopted a more direct approach, having enough sense to admit that economics are still a major factor in matters of the heart.  We Americans, however, hold on to outdated courtship models while still trying to be progressive and sexually liberated.  The result is that no one here agreed on anything, while Europeans have much more clearly defined protocols.  Seriously, the arguments went on and on.  I read pages and pages of a single thread solely discussing whether or not it was appropriate to open a door for a woman.  Yikes.

Conclusion

These were, as they say, the trending topics.  I can’t say how well some online discussion boards represent the population, but it’s about as close as I can get to a large sample size.  That, and it was all the energy I had to endure it.

I posit that, as a society, our outdated mating rituals may be the cause.  In earlier times, a woman’s biological role in the reproduction process forced her into fulfilling certain expectations, and while valid and necessary at the time for simple species survival, fails to transfer well into modern circumstances.  Fear of change prevents meaningful adaptation, which creates mutual contempt towards that few, which then grows to encompass entire demographics; all the while the human drive for companionship and sex is channeled into weapons: men who harass women into submission, and women who sexually manipulate men for personal gain.

Maybe I can look back on this post years from now, and feel happy with what we’ve achieved since…or…sad.  Or maybe we’ll just end up killing ourselves instead.

–Simon

Shot in the Dark

I’ll begin with a conversation I had recently with my optometrist–it’s the same dialog I share with everyone who asks me about hunting:

Optometrist:  “You hunt squirrels?  What do you hunt them with?”

Me:  “Typically a 20 gauge.”

Optometrist:  “A shotgun?  Is there anything left?”

This is, without fail, the exact followup response, to the word, of everyone who has ever asked me this question.  I’m not sure where this idea came from that a shotgun was akin to a mortar, but I’m assuming the usual source of dramatized misinformation: cinema.  I too have seen many a scene where shotguns have blown people through windows and violently severed appendages, so the masses must think I’m out in the woods Rambo-style, half-naked and clutching a knife in my teeth, blasting animals apart and painting the trees in blood.

So, as a PSA to the casual reader of this post: shotguns aren’t naval cannons.

Now to those who do know what shot sizes are and how they’re designed, I was at a local Cabella’s and saw this:

It’s rare to even find buckshot in 20 gauge, but this Cabella’s not only had that, but 00-buck , 3-ball, and this (2-ball).  Granted, if I ever hunted squirrels with these and actually managed to hit one, there might not be much left.  This is approaching what we could call small artillery, so I guess there is a shred of truth to people’s shotgun presumptions, were I to hunt with grossly inappropriate shot sizes.

But anyway, of course I needed these as an immediate addendum to the zombie-home-defense .30-06.  At the time I was putting that together, my dad asked me if the 150-gr rounds would be sufficient.  I assured him that it would, provided I get a proper head-shot.  But he suggested I needed something with less finesse and more total damage potential.  So here you are, dad.  If any zombies break through the perimeter, a close-range blast with one of these should do the trick.

And of course, if any home-invasion should occur while I’m waiting around for the Zombie Apocalypse, I can dispatch the ne’er-do-well with my 2-balls.

–Simon

A Lubbock County Almanac (March 12, 1995)

Hi!  I just woke up a wile ago.  When I was finished eating breakfast, I took a towl and started to dry the dishes.  I teased dad a little bit.  He got angry!  He started talking about how irrsponsibal I am.  I mean, at least I’m not a 7-year old who never did her job and only got part of her allownce, like Leigh.  I got dad back thogh.  I put a pice of fake bread in the break container/  He found it an almost mad his sandwich on it.  There’s a few more supris though, like a fake peach, apple, and orang in with the real ones.  And the other piece of fake bread on the toaster.  I hope he finds them.  Ha!  Ha!

— — — — —

I’m home from school.

–Simon

I Don’t Want Your Mail

You can’t have my email address and I don’t want your junk.

There’s my grumpy old man cry, but it’s not without merit.  Too often, when I sign up for a service, I’m required to provide my email address.  Often, this is for practical reasons, but just as often, the site just doesn’t have a justifiable need-to-know.  They just want to send junk and promotions.

But rather than disconnect myself, I needed a solution.  To address this very problem, people often create a separate email account for these types of websites, knowing that it’ll become overwhelmed with junk, whilst leaving their primary email a sacred haven for more important correspondence.  Failing to find an alternative to the mandatory email-divulging requirements (because these sites always require that you confirm it’s a valid email by clicking a link sent to it), I, too, finally relented and adopted this solution.  But I’m a techie, so I’m not simply going to Gmail for this.  No, I’m not creating a run-of-the-mill dummy email, I’m creating an alter ego!  A doppelgänger!  An…Arbiter of Techno-Ethereal Ontology!

Okay, that might be a little cumbersome to adopt as a username, but as this mystical stand-in must remain a spectral whisper, I shan’t divulge its true name, because…you know…then you’d be immune to its powers.  Some LeGuin shit right there.

And because I don’t want to divulge its true name, I couldn’t use it as the email user name, so instead, I will use my server’s email platform to create…an alias!  That’s right, an alias to my doppelgänger–additional layers of mystery.  I shall become a shadow of the Internet.  WHOIS ain’t got shit on me!

Okay, “subscriptions” is a rather anticlimactic alias considering the pretentious melodrama from earlier, but I needed it simple to remember and type.

And so, I created the doppelgänger user account on the server,  then by leveraging the server’s mail software, I designated the aforementioned alias.  Now I can simply use the server’s Roundcube-based webmail client and sign into the doppelgänger account as needed (no push notifications!).  I sent a test email from my primary account to subscriptions@moorheadfamily.net and…

Success!  So why bother with this more difficult solution that essentially does the same thing as a free mail service?  Well, there’s the reason that I can, but also that I can then enable and disable the email address at will, without losing the inbox, so if I start getting too much junk mail in the dummy account, I’ll disable the alias and make a new one, which will cause all future junk mail to bounce, and I won’t have to change my login to the main doppelgänger account–just set up a new alias and forward that to the doppelgänger instead.

Why can’t all just play nice on the Internet to begin with?

–Simon

Battlefield 3 (Part 2)

Part 1

[SPOILERS]

Following the cryptic interrogation in which I fervently explain that I did something  because I had to (although I still don’t know what it was), I start reliving that experience, presumably at some point chronologically before the thing that I did (that I had to do).

There’s some brief cutscene that explains we’re in the Middle East (Iraq-Iran, though they mentioned both so I don’t remember which), fighting terrorists (shocker!).  Riding in an APC with some fellow marines, general banter is exchanged.  This seems to be a common theme.  However this time, our vehicle does not explode.  Instead we are given some new orders, which require us to leave the APC (naturally, or it’d be a really boring game otherwise).

There was a lot of “go this way” and “go that way” and “follow your team”.  My team seemed faster than me, because I could never fully keep up.  Maybe I just wasn’t in very good shape, and passed my recent PT test on a technicality.  I mashed the left thumb stick to no avail, hoping to sprint, but it would seem that the game doesn’t have a sprint function, which was disheartening.

Then, I was prompted to sprint by pushing in the left thumb stick.  I did, and I sprinted.  I guess, until that moment in my life, I had never known how to run.  Already, I’m losing faith in the USMC’s training program.

A terrorist truck goes by, and I’m told to not engage.  But the terrorists didn’t seem very interested in shooting me as I stood in the middle of the road as it went past.  So, I didn’t even pose enough of a threat that I was worth shooting.  So far, the game’s taught me how to pick things up, squat, and run.  Maybe the terrorists were right–how big of a threat could I really be?

Then I was told to stack up for a room entry.  I got behind two of my guys, and waited.  Nothing happened.  Then I realized someone was trying to talk to me, but I couldn’t hear because the voice volume is way low.  I paused the game and checked the settings, but all I could do was switch between a few master settings (by the way: what’s the difference between “HiFi” and “Home Cinema”?  Can’t I have both?), and adjust the master volume.  But Liz was in bed so I had to leave it low.  Fortunately, the subtitles were on by default.  I was being asked where I was going, and then realized that there were two doors and I was supposed to join another guy at the other door.  Yep–I definitely wasn’t worth shooting.

We dramatically walked through the doors, through a garage, and into the open–which is always a good idea in a battle zone…or battle field.  Whatever.  To confirm my concerns with this tactical decision, a sniper shoots the the guy next to me.  Chaos ensues, and I’m told to grab my fallen comrade and drag him into the garage.  I do this by….guess how?  That’s right, by pushing “A”!  Ha!

I drag the man behind a pillar and then join the fight.  I quickly draw fire, and I mash “B” to duck, but “B” isn’t duck like it is in Call of Duty.  By the time I figure this out, I’m killed.

I respawn, complete the above sequence again, but this time manage to successfully take cover.  Our target is some dick with an RPG who keeps shooting cars next to us.  Some people just have no love for machines.  So I spray bullets in his general direction again and again, then go into the settings to turn down the sensitivity again.  Eventually, enough rounds make contact that RPG Dick dies.  Games always confuse me with bullet damage.  I get that enemies often require more than one shot for difficulty’s sake, but me–if I get shot with a 5.56X45 NATO, I quit.

After RPG Dick died, we shifted our focus back to Sniper Dick.  We ran inside to take cover, Sniper Dick shot through the windows at us as we ran, and one of the soldiers commented that it’s a .50 cal, which makes me question the bullet damage again–notably that the guy I drug behind the pillar didn’t die.  We’re talking about an anti-materiel weapon here.  I wouldn’t think it’d matter where someone got hit.  Grazes would still blow off appendages.

These are questions for another time I guess.  We ran up to the roof, took cover, then I was elected to shoot Sniper Dick with a missile launcher while everyone else distracts him.  They jumped up, I took the shot, and half the building he’s in disintegrated.  I really wasn’t sure if that was realistic or not.  I have limited experience with firing ordinance at urban structures.

Then we provided some support for marines on the ground.  I shot some more guys.  Then we had to run away real quick, because we got overrun.  So we ran away, fought our way through some buildings, found dead marines, then fled a tank.  Things weren’t looking so good.  The game was certainly capturing panic well.

Eventually, a friendly tank shot the enemy tank and we were saved.  Then we found an IED wired to a van, and once again I was elected for a task.  I followed the detonation wires to their source, which involved crawling through ducts.  I found their source, and then got attacked from behind.  I had to fight with another one of those “press the right button at the right time” scenarios, which I subsequently failed and died.

Reloading from the last checkpoint, I noticed that the game’s policy on saves are like those of an Asian game–infrequent, and not immediately preceding the events that kill me.  In the above scenario, the checkpoint was before I snaked my way through the duct work, not after.  So I had to repeat the irritating process.  But this time, I managed to savagely beat my assailant to death, whereupon he collapsed slack-jawed.  Go America!

Then I ran back outside to assist in holding the line.  I was directed to a pedestrian walkway above the road, and told to use the LMG conveniently sitting there.  I did, drew a bunch of fire, and died.  I repeated this cycle of death, because using the gun drew a lot of aggro, and because there was no place to hide up there on the precipice.  So on the third time, I ignored the protestations of my team and took the gun down to street level where I could actually hide, and behold–by ignoring my crappy orders, I accomplished the objective and lived to tell about it.

Then we had to defend the other side.  I ran over there with the big gun and killed a ton of people, until I ran out of ammo.  It was only then that I realized I was being told to jump on the vehicle-mounted gun and shoot people.  The enemies dutifully re-spawned infinitely until I followed instructions.  I shot a bunch more people, saved the day, then a convenient earthquake hit and a building collapsed on me, dramatically concluding the second level.

The game continues from here, obviously, or it’d be a pretty disappointing campaign.  But I think I’ve covered the quirks for a fair review.  I enjoyed the game.  It had it’s share of glitches, unclear objectives, obligatory irritating tank level, and some intrigue.  I did eventually find out what that thing I did that got me in so much trouble was, but you’ll just have to play the game to find out…or read someone else’s walkthrough.

Battlefield 3–a fair game and a long-overdue good Xbox Gold freebie.

–Simon