her framing of the issue
I found the piece badly flawed. She repeatedly refers to pile-ons, or call-out culture, as "intersectionality". She may as well call it "cow" for all the sense that makes. Intersectionality is a thing, it's a word that has valuable meaning, and it's the only reason I have anything to do with feminism. I loathe call-out culture, but it's not unique to feminism, let alone third-wave feminism. And I know she makes those points in that column, but she goes on calling it "intersectionality".
I have an acquaintance I hugely admire, because she goes and gets shit done. Her activism is active. And every time she does something, she has to take the flak from a dozen, or a hundred, keyboard warriors who nit-pick her on not being inclusive enough. Now, sometimes in there are grains of legitimate criticism, but man, the temptation to just walk the fuck away...
I think the only possible exception would be a public safety campaign, where someone’s death really is the ultimate demonstration of a “xyz behaviour is dangerous” message.
Even then... see, I think about the death of Nayan Woods. One of the things his parents had to endure was people trying to use that death to campaign against boy racers. Even if their point had been valid - it later turned out it wasn't - that was incredibly distressing for people who knew him as a human being and not a data point.
At the least I would say, don't do it while the death is fresh, and don't do it if it's someone you don't know and never met.
if she acknowledged getting triggered by Charlotte Dawson’s suicide and then stayed talking about her own experience of aging, its a very valid topic
This. Which brings me back to something someone (possibly Lilith, I can't remember) said on Twitter: don't use someone else's death to make your point.
I've poked and poked at this idea, because it can't possibly be that simple and there must be a whole bunch of exceptions, but it stands up pretty well.
Aw, thanks Jackie. I'm always a little worried that other people will feel I'm misrepresenting their experience.
And then of course, last night, while I was desperately working on the article on Egypt that's currently consuming my life, the Egyptian government resigned. I was in the middle of a sentence and everything.
pretty hard to respond to a column on Twitter.
Oh, if only there were some place other than Twitter where he could respond.
No one really mentioned radio commentary in regard to the Eden Park test.
Martin Crowe. Hours and hours of Martin Crowe. I'm sure he's a lovely guy but his cricket "commentary" drives me utterly barking.
as for current prices, how do they compare to Super 15 and such?
Does it matter? I don’t think they’re comparable. I mean, I’m happy(ish) to pay $45 for a one-dayer. I’m paying for a whole game. $45 for one day of a test? Nuh-uh.
You might say, it’s not a bad price for a day’s entertainment. But it’s clearly the wrong price: you just have to look at the empty stands. If twice as many people would go for a day if the tickets were $20, NZ Cricket has its pricing wrong. That’s not even taking into account how much money people spend when they spend a whole day at a ground. And if their pricing is putting off middle-class people who love cricket? It’s just wrong. You're excluding too much of your market.
The drawings on the sides of the houses depicting the family Hajj journey are fantastic also.
You can see some of the mural that ran all the way around the roof in this (permission-asked) photo of the woman of the house doing my henna tattoo. Three of us agreed to get the tattoos, and what we paid for them would have kept that family in groceries for a week. It was a way of giving something back.
Do they still have the white lines painted on the ground on the streets surrounding the temples that the touts are not allowed to cross?
There are definitely Touting Zones, everywhere but Giza, which was open slather. Those zones are positioned so you have to go through them, both going into and coming out of, the site. I didn't notice lines, but I might not have. When we were at Kom Obo, our guide spent some time negotiating with a little boy over a necklace. Every time she made an offer, the boy would have to run back over to the Touting Zone to check with his father. Once they'd agreed, she slipped him twice as much, and told him not to give it to his dad. She was a total sucker for kids.