tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post1725737136852153495..comments2023-05-13T02:24:42.139-07:00Comments on Stones In the Field: The Magical Other and MisogynyMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01846076773328384778noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-82139471439855797422007-11-30T11:59:00.000-08:002007-11-30T11:59:00.000-08:00This kind of stuff makes me sad too. But part of ...This kind of stuff makes me sad too. But part of my reason is that I was 'other', of sorts. Even though I am a man, I am also very different from people who might consider themselves normal. I have never before this time understood why people have hated me so much: it's because I'm other, or different, sometimes to a severe extent. I guess some people just find my being other, threatening.<BR/><BR/>And my personality has changed so much in the last five or so years, that my otherness had, for the longest time, been effectively hidden so as not to stir up trouble for myself. The thing is, that's not me, and for me to act like I'm not what I am, is foolishness on my own part.<BR/><BR/>I hope you have a good day today, Mac, and I look forward to continuing to read your blog and possibly keep in touch. :)<BR/><BR/><BR/>SeanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-63670045578343595962007-11-11T10:46:00.000-08:002007-11-11T10:46:00.000-08:00I always read stuff like this and then fail to say...I always read stuff like this and then fail to say anything on the matter, because I don't have an opinion. Not because I don't care, but because it just perplexes me. I guess maybe I grew up sheltered, or maybe I didn't think along the right lines, but it never occurred to me to think less of anyone because of skin color, or sex, or belief. Hating someone for being gay, or female, or Catholic, baffles me as much as hating someone for being bipedal. I just don't follow.<BR/><BR/>So it perplexes me, and I wind up wandering away and reading no further, not because I don't care, but because I don't understand...and don't wish to. There are so many fascinating things to learn about humanity and the world around me, I take (what is perhaps the cowardly) approach of leaving alone this darkness and moving on to different things.Peter Damienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17450924500401351569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-10471048853759983192007-11-10T03:03:00.000-08:002007-11-10T03:03:00.000-08:00Thanks for the link! It's a thought-provoking essa...Thanks for the link! It's a thought-provoking essay, and the parallels are chilling.Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01846076773328384778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-29622496383664740662007-11-08T18:58:00.000-08:002007-11-08T18:58:00.000-08:00In 1692 it was a bright scarf. In 1991 it was a bl...In 1692 it was a bright scarf. In 1991 it was a black veil, the ordinary sort women wear to funerals. See "Demonized Women" by Jennifer Drobac, very much befitting your topic and thesis: <A HREF="http://tinyurl.com/r4xv5" REL="nofollow">tinyurl link</A> or <A HREF="http://web.archive.org/web/20000820235806/www.stanford.edu/class/law495/drobac.htm" REL="nofollow">full link</A>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-56455374410034844772007-10-18T19:25:00.000-07:002007-10-18T19:25:00.000-07:00It's disturbing, Mac. On numerous levels.It's disturbing, Mac. On numerous levels.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-72301475711327300132007-10-18T06:08:00.000-07:002007-10-18T06:08:00.000-07:00My daughter falls into the "other" because she is ...My daughter falls into the "other" because she is Asatru and a scholar. Thankfully, she fills society's classification of pretty, so that lets her off the hook to a small degree.<BR/><BR/>I broke the sex barrier working as one of three females in the paper mill back in 1980. For three months, I was not allowed to take a break or eat my food I brought in my lunch box. They were trying to run me off from the high paying job. Little did they know I'd been documenting everything in a calendar journal. I brought it to work, showing my supervisor his discrimination of me as a female, and threatened a sexual harassment suit. He knew I had the evidence to hang him by his balls. From that day forward, he treated me like the rest of the crew. The writer in me saved my life as they were working me to exhaustion.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for an eye opening piece. One day, things will be right for women, that is my dream.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-77946345199028963392007-10-17T13:24:00.000-07:002007-10-17T13:24:00.000-07:00Reading these things just makes me sad.I wish I ha...Reading these things just makes me sad.<BR/><BR/>I wish I had noticed you were in Seattle! I would have dropped a note when I was doing signings there at Elliott Bay among other places!<BR/>Love your blog!<BR/>a fellow blogger/AwerORIONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01534064935115027523noreply@blogger.com