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Cycle! Cycle! Cycle: How we taught our kids to love the Tour de France

It’s been an exciting week in our household. Margeaux learned to walk, for starters, and I am still getting accustomed to the sight of her toddling, vertical, down the hallway and around the corners. But that’s just the beginning of the awesome! We walked in a Fourth of July parade, swam in a pool, used enough water to power the Bellagio fountains to keep our garden green in an oppressive heat wave, caught fireflies with friends in town from Philly, and spent approximately a billion hours watching the Tour de France.

Vintage tour.

Here’s why I love the Tour, and why I think you and your kids should watch it too: Continue reading

Dear Bronies, I don’t hate your show, but I am also not a cunt

A bunch of bronies found my much earlier post on My Little Pony and left many, many comments. Some contradicted my points using broader examples from more recent episodes of the show (and it is true, my comments were based on the first season only because that’s all that was on Netflix at that time). None of them, apparently, had seen my more recent post where I back off of hatin’ on the smart shaming. In general, the comments are thoughtful and offer rebuttals to my ranty mom raging that are worth considering. Go check them out. 

Unfortunately, some of them also called me:

  • a cunt
  • a stupid cunt (worser!)
  • asked me to kill myself
  • claim that my stupidity is so forceful it sent them to the hospital (sorry, Joseph!)
  • a retarded, know-it-all feminist
Someone was even kind enough to link me to the Brony thread in which I was called a:
  • a lesbian (? why bad) and an insufferable bitch
  • a brain-washing feminazi mom
It’s hard to reconcile the perspectives of people who want me to reconsider the feminist cred of the show (and believe it fulfills Faust’s vision) with the perspective of people who hate me for being a woman and a feminist. Confusing! The discussion isn’t ALL haters, though: some other comments on the thread agreed with our countered my points, and a few even made points that gender stereotyping is part of what makes Bronies mocked by everyone. In general, other than the hate-filled screed — which is a REAL problem, can’t be ignored – it was an interesting conversation and I appreciate the people who commented and encouraged me to reconsider my perspective. I did.

Many commenters in the thread about my post assumed that every comment would be deleted and that it was pointless to argue with me. I hope they see they were wrong. I hate bloggers who aren’t receptive to arguments (at least, reasonable ones not filled with hate) or willing to reconsider their perspective on something.

Several linked me to Lauren Faust’s original defense of the show back in 2010, in Ms. Magazine. I definitely appreciate that Lauren Faust is a cartoon genius, a feminist, and is trying to do something good for cartoons and girls with the show. I still wish they handled issues of race and difference better. Her vision is not totally fulfilled. I still have problems with specific episodes. But I no longer generalize those problems to the entire show.

And perhaps it goes without saying that I will not tolerate misognynistic attacks on our blog. Please see our comments policy.

I hope some of the commenters and Pony fans see that those who made actual arguments were listened to and respected, even if in disagreement. And those who call me a cunt were baleeted.

ETA: Balancing Jane just wrote a great piece about agonistic rhetoric and the idea that instead of EITHER saying “we all need to get along” OR “we all have to argue until someone comes out the winner,” we learn and grow from agonistic debate, in which stakeholders engage in some worthwhile grappling without the intent to win or lose, but test our arguments and reevaluate on all sides. She writes:

At the end of the day, we have to believe enough in our arguments to be willing to test them, and that means that we can’t just run screaming from opposition. It also means that we need to be willing to test them fairly and not wait at the end of a dark alley to batter unsuspecting opponents over the head with arguments they aren’t prepared to counter.

I’ve made a vow to be better at practicing this kind of rhetoric myself, and–for me–that means not bristling at the first sign of dissension. I am strong. I can dissent as well.

I have been thinking the same thing today as I ruminate this discussion about MLP: if no one had ever pushed back on my beliefs, I never would have become a feminist, or an anti-racist, or a fan of coffee. I truly appreciate respectful debate. Let there be more agonistic rhetoric in the blogging world! To that end, I’m not trying to be right about MLP. I’m trying to grapple with children’s media, media that claims to be feminist, and figure out what that might look like and where I draw the line on crappy tv for my kids. My perspective has shifted thanks to agonistic debate and an open mind.

In Which I Cut My Little Pony Some Slack

A few weeks ago, I wrote a huge diatribe about how much My Little Pony: Friendship is Magical undermines the causes of feminism and anti-racism etc etc. I made a point about how MLP encouraged girls to follow “faith” rather than, you know, using common sense, reason, or problem-solving.

Well, I have to scale back my MLP ire-ometer from an 8 to a 6 or so, because I’ve since discovered that the whole “blind faith is great” trope is pretty common in kid’s shows. There’s an even an episode of my beloved Spongebob in which Spongebob and Patrick are rewarded for believing in a magical conch and Squidward is punished for doing things like finding shelter and creating a fire.

So MLP gets demoted (or upgraded) from “strenuously disappointing” to “equally as sucky as everything else.” My kids recently discovered JEM, which is basically a cartoon soap opera with occasional music videos thrown in, so these days? I’m kind of missing Ponyville.

 

Beware the Mighty Septopus: My Experience with Morning Sickness

It’s getting humid and hot in Iowa. Every summer since 2007, I go through my own twisted version of Proust’s Madeleine moment when I step outside into the sun and feel the heat bearing down on me and the warm air thick in my lungs: I start to feel vaguely queasy.

My daughters are winter babies, so my early pregnancies were during the summer. We conceived Robin very purposefully on June 4th, 2007. We’d just bought a brand-new king sized mattress. I went to see Knocked Up by myself and at the end, I thought: “Well if those idiots can have a baby, so can I.” I drove home and we made a baby. I confirmed the pregnancy two weeks later, while vacationing with my Mom’s extended family at Kentucky Lake. We played flashlight tag with my cousins for hours that night, and then I went inside and took the test. Brian had stayed home to look for work, as he’d been recently ejected from his PhD program, and I texted him an image of the test.

Post-flashlight tag, pre-vomiting glow!

Holly was conceived just after finals week in May 2009. We were high on Led Zeppelin and getting decent rest now that Robin was 14 months old, and then I really was Knocked Up. I took the test just after Memorial Day and the general reaction was Oh Shit (and later, Yay).

This is a positive test. When Brian saw it, he smiled and said with relief, “Phew! It’s negative!” And I was like…. actually…

I had hopes that I’d be one of those breezy pregnant women who literally glow in pregnancy: the women for whom hormones ramp up the sex drive, clear the skin, and give them a sense of deep contentment and purpose. I have friends who love pregnancy, who thrive in pregnancy, who sometimes get pregnant to feel better.

I am not one of those women. Continue reading

My Little Ponies: Teaching My Kids How to be Good Little White American Girls (Ugh.)

Dear Bronies, before reading this, getting pissed, and commenting on it, see UPDATED ENTRIES in which I BACK OFF OF THE SHOW AND CONCEDE IMPORTANT POINTS MADE BY YOU, fair bronies, who I do not hate, nor do I hate the producer (and yeah, I KNOW SHE IS A FEMINIST), nor do I hate the show. I’m closing comments on this entry because I have said everything I have to say about this issue countless times, and weathered enough verbal abuse from defenders of the show who seem more interested in making me feel bad than in actually understanding it. The comments below make a lot of the points you probably intend to make, and you can read my responses there.

See original post below.

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As you know, Jen and I are always on the search for good shows for our daughters to watch. In an effort to justify what we agree is a borderline problematic element of our parenting, we do our best to pick shows that edify, or at least have kick ass narratives and messages that we can embrace as feminist mothers.

My girls recently got hooked on the new My Little Pony: Friendship is Magical series, and I was hoping for a winner. Note: My family only watches TV through Netflix. That’s why I’m always two years behind any trendy outrage.

I love the animation style, and I’ve revised my stance on their strangely slender and un-ponylike bodies (in that, it doesn’t seem egregious so I’ll drop it). MLP:FIM focuses on the majority girl town Ponyville (because only girls are friends?), where the fairly smart and sassy Twilight Sparkle has adventures with a colorful cast of ponies and writes letters to Princess Celestia in a sort of “Jerry’s Corner” wrap-up at the end of the show. The show’s emphasis is friendship, which is magical, and magic, which is also magical.

Tragically, despite its potential, MLP:FIM has several problems that I’m simply not okay with. Namely, sexist, racist, colonialist problems. Continue reading