In a small town in Sweden, the town leaders put up a giant, 43-foot-tall straw goat – a traditional symbol of the Yuletide season. And most years, someone burns it to the ground. Read the full AP story here.

Why a goat? According to the AP, “The goat is a centuries-old Scandinavian Yule symbol that preceded Santa Claus as the bringer of gifts to Swedish homes. Many Swedes place a small straw goat underneath their Christmas trees, or hang miniature versions on the branches.” I would also add that pre-Christian Swedes celebrated Yule at the winter solstice, when the sun enters the astrological sign of Capricorn, which is symbolized by, what else, a goat.

What strikes me as funny is that the town leaders get so upset by this. They have been trying in vain to catch the “arsonists” and “vandals” who destroy the goat (although one year, they did catch and imprison a 51-year-old Ohio man for setting it ablaze). According to the article, one year, the goat was burned down by two people dressed up as Santa Claus and the Gingerbread Man. They were never caught.

I think after all these years, the town leaders should realize that burning the goat is as much a tradition as the goat itself. Why not accept it? It could be like the Swedish version of “Burning Man”: set up the goat in a safe place and make a big public display out of burning it. It might even increase tourism.

I loved the four-page tribute to murdered abortion provider Dr. George Tiller in the latest issue of Ms. Magazine (“A Man Who Trusted Women”). Author Michele Kort painted a full picture of a man who stood strong against a constant barrage of protests, death threats, and even a previous attempt on his life.
Kort mentions that many abortion providers face similar – if not as extreme – circumstances. In many states, there are few who provide this service, adding one more obstacle to ending an unwanted pregnancy. In my state, there are only two who provide this service – one in Little Rock and one here in my hometown, Fayetteville. I have seen the protesters across the street from Dr. Harrison’s office. They seem peaceful, standing with signs and praying. I respect their right to express their beliefs. But do they respect my right to make decisions about my own body? How long before one of them decides that standing peacefully isn’t cutting it, and resorts to violence?
I was relieved to read that attacks on abortion providers are classified as acts of domestic terrorism by the FBI. Now, if Scott Roeder is convicted of Tiller’s murder, will he be sent to Guantanamo?

I cannot believe Michael Vick is being re-instated into the NFL after being convicted of such extreme cruelty to animals. Anyone who could do these kinds of things to an animal is truly psychotic and shouldn’t be allowed to roam free, ever – let alone be allowed to go back to a multi-million-dollar career.

I’ve heard the excuse that “he’s served his debt to society,” as if a mere 18 months in prison is a fair sentence for the many years of cruelty and brutality he inflicted on his dogs. To put it into perspective, I know a woman, let’s call her “M,” who was sentenced to the same amount of time for writing hot checks. She wasn’t try to scam anyone; she just made a mistake.

After serving her two years, she was not allowed to simply walk out of prison. Despite having served her full sentence, she was put on parole, which meant being monitored and fined for another two years. Before being sent to prison, M was training to be an EMT. Because she’s now an ex-con, M can never work in the medical profession again. Needless to say, she’s been discriminated against at so many jobs she’s been skirting the edge of poverty and homelessness ever since getting out.

And this butcher walks right back into his life as if nothing’s changed – OK, I know he’s going to be “monitored” and has to adhere to a “life plan” – but if he’s allowed to go back to playing football for millions of dollars, I don’t think of that as too much of a hardship. I’ve never been a big fan of sports, especially football, but this is really a new low.

Pam Spaulding over on HuffPo has a much more in-depth post.

Friday a local woman was stabbed to death by her abusive ex-boyfriend. 26-year-old Jill Ulmer was attacked by her ex-boyfriend, 41-year-old Ricky Ray Anderson. She called 911; when the police arrived, they saw Anderson stabbing her and shot at him (but missed). They were able to arrest him but not after Ulmer suffered multiple fatal stab wounds.

It appears to be a fairly common scenario: women who try to leave abusive relationships are at the highest risk of being hurt. According to the Morning News, Ulmer had called the police before out of fear of Anderson; she recently had the locks changed on her apartment. She had a protective order against him, which he had violated just months before this attack.

As a child who witnessed domestic violence, and the nightmare of trying to escape it, I can understand Ulmer’s situation. She was doing her best, in fear of her life, to simply walk away and live her life without being abused.

Yet judging from the comments section of this story, the old “blame-the-victim” mentality is still alive and well. Many commenters stated that Ulmer is somehow to blame for making such a “poor choice” in dating the much older, black, married felon. OK, I agree – dating a felon is pretty dumb, and dating a married man isn’t exactly the path to happiness, but to imply that she deserved to be beaten and stabbed to death is ignorant, sexist, or both. She was trying to escape. She was playing by the rules. And all it got her was a violent death and condemnation for her “poor choices.”

Edit: Another local blogger and old friend, Richard S. Drake, has suggested creating a Domestic Abuser Registry. Read more here.

Today is Equal Pay Day, which marks the day in 2009 when the average woman’s wages will finally catch up with those paid to the average man in 2008.

You can get lots of info about the gender wage gap at the National Women’s Law Center site – including a state-by-state comparison of men’s & women’s wages.

You can see lots of other posts about Equal Pay Day here. I just want to leave you with a quote from Frank & Ernest artist Bob Thaves I think is especially appropriate:

“Remember, Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, but backwards and in high heels.”

And probably for half the money.

Sorry for the long delay in blogging. I’ve been so busy with work and life I’ve barely had time to consume any media, let alone comment on it!

The story that’s upsetting me the most is this new swine flu outbreak coming out of Mexico. So far, according to NPR, there haven’t been any deaths in the US, but there have been an estimated 2,000 deaths due to swine flu in Mexico. The CDC is recommending people do not travel to Mexico and a British airline suspended its flights into the country.

With the recent drug-war violence taking place along the border, travel to Mexico is being strongly discouraged. This breaks my  heart – Mexico is my “first love,” so to speak. It was the first foreign country I ever visited, and I’ve returned twice since that first magical visit in 1997. Every year, I long to return – there is still so much of the country that I want to see. I find myself craving the taste of fresh juices, the sounds of street musicians and honking traffic, the drag-queen colors of the houses and shops, and even the smell of diesel fuel.

I know I probably won’t be able to afford to return this winter, but the fact that I cannot go, or should not go, doesn’t compute. I will continue to hold out hope that these recent events will be temporary, and my beloved Mexico will once again welcome visitors with open arms.

I’ve had it up to here with advice columnist Amy Alkon, a.k.a. “the advice goddess.” She’s syndicated in (according to her Web site) over 100 papers across the U.S., including, unfortunately, my local weekly.

Apparently her only training came from giving advice on street corners – she appears to have no psychological training or even any sort of grasp of basic gender theory, yet she gets paid to mouth off dating advice that hasn’t been realistic since sometime before the invention of color TV.

Her columns frequently make reference to tired old gender stereotypes and pass them off as “scientific” or “evolutionary” fact: that all men desire thin, young women – and lots of them; and of course, all women desire rich men and monogamy. Men don’t like women who make the first move; women don’t like men who are “too sensitive.” I haven’t taken an anthropology course in over a decade, and even I know that’s just sexist propaganda. But don’t take my word for it – read Natalie Angier’s “Woman: An Intimate Geography.”

Her latest column, “Donut Seem Unfair?” really takes the cake. In it, a frustrated husband (“Weighed Down”) is upset that his wife has gained 20 pounds and now he isn’t attracted to her. What’s worse, the wife says she’s happy with her weight! She’s not even dieting, for god’s sake! The horrors!

True to form, Alkon tows the patriarchal line. She agrees with Weighed Down, likening the wife’s gaining weight to the husband suddenly deciding to quit his job – like natural bodily changes are some sort of defiance against reasonable expectations of responsibility. She repeats the tired old line about how men’s libidos are primarily visual – with the assumption that wives are supposed to cater to said libidos.

Here’s where it gets really stupid: She defines marriage as a business partnership, one where “each partner has their end of the bargain to hold up, including not becoming substantially different from the person the other person married.” Wow. What a stunning lack of understanding of human nature.

Aside from the inner growth that most humans experience throughout their lives, what about the simple reality of aging? I mean, despite all the diets and gym time, eventually shit will sag. Hair will turn grey. Wrinkles will appear. On both men and women. If a woman writes to complain that her husband of 20 years is going bald, will she give the same advice to her? After all, in Amy Alkon world, we’re not supposed to change! We’re obligated by the marriage contract to stay the same!

Shit, even the Christians know this is unrealistic. That’s why their wedding vows include “for better or for worse, in sickness and in health.” In other words, loving your partner through all the changes and trials and bad haircuts. That’s what a real partnership means.

And to Weighed Down’s wife: you go girl. Leave that shallow asshole and find a man who appreciates a big, beautiful, confident woman.

And the winner is….

OverMediated.

I like it because it looks like “overmedicated,” which is a condition very similar to the one created by watching too much TV, particularly Fox News.

Thanks to everyone for helping me choose a new name for this beast. This URL will remain in place, but I’ve purchased www.overmediated.info and pointed it  here as well.

To my two loyal readers, and the few that dropped in to read and comment on the previous post, I need your help.
It seems the name “Logophile” just isn’t cutting it. It means “love of words,” but this blog isn’t just about words. It’s about looking at the media and pop culture from a progressive, feminist perspective. “Logophile” doesn’t express that. Adding to the confusion, the address (scryberwitch.wordpress.com) doesn’t match the name of the blog.
So we must create a new name for this blog. My ideas so far are:
Nerdy Girl
Overmediated
4 Eyes Forward
Untamed Shrew
or, give me your own suggestions. I can’t say that the choice with the most votes wins; if someone makes a really cool suggestion, that may trump the contest. Hey, it’s my blog; I can change the rules if I want!

Last night Casey Anthony, the mother of a toddler missing since June, 2008, was back on the news. This time, it was pictures of her apparently being “wild” and partying. The pictures were taken long before her daughter went missing; I don’t understand why they have any news value at all. They only value they have is shock value – “look at this trashy ho!” But it’s not just harmless fun at Anthony’s expense. It puts the double smack-down of sexism and classism on Anthony, and it pisses me off.
Normally I’m not interested in these sorts of lurid stories of missing babies and suspicious parents (Anthony didn’t report her daughter missing for almost a month and was charged with child neglect, making false statements and obstructing the investigation into her daughter’s disappearance). And far be it from me to defend anyone who may have harmed a child.
But the hypothetical jury is still out on this woman’s guilt. She has not had her day in court yet, and in the U.S., people are to be presumed innocent until proven guilty.
What do these pictures prove? Only that a grown woman partied and drank with her friends. Last time I checked, that was still legal. The only people who are getting upset by these pictures are those who are all too eager to judge someone as “trash.” Either because “moms shouldn’t drink and have a good time or they’re bad mothers,” or because “this proves she’s white trash.”
Mothers have just as much a right – hell, a need – to cut loose and have fun like an adult once in a while. And last time I looked, middle-class and upper-class people drink, too.
All these pictures are doing is reinforcing these sexist, classist assumptions and ensuring Anthony will never get a fair, unbiased trial.