Imagine The Picnics
Nature doesn’t have to be a rich, white playground. However, structures humans put in place – capitalism, colonialism, racism, sexism, and ableism – allow some people to access the outdoors and force others home.
Everyday Feminism’s Emily Zak wants us to know that the allure of fresh air and countryside is in fact, like everything else, terribly oppressive:
Those of us who manage to get outside, we need to go beyond calling ourselves lucky. We need to understand ourselves as privileged.
Well, I suppose we all knew that was the predestined conclusion, the only permissible one, and that fretting about it theatrically is something we need to do. And naturally, Ms Zak has an extensive, at times bewildering list of excuses for why any outdoors recreation should be tinged with guilt and wretchedness. From the claim that, “our society leverages natural spaces as a tool for capitalism and colonialism,” to the “toxic binary expectations we have about gender.” You see,
Society actively discourages millions from playing outside, possibly stopping budding conservation activists.
And then the inevitable list-cum-incantation:
Media paint a homogenous picture of who enjoys the outdoors, as well. They’re typically white, male, cisgender, slender, able-bodied, and assumed straight.
To spare you the tedium, I’ll summarise: If you can’t borrow a tent or don’t have a pair of suitable shoes, and if you don’t see enough adverts featuring gay people kayaking, and kayaking in a discernibly gay-affirming manner, it turns out you’re being oppressed by society.
Of course there’s also the issue of girth:
Only last year did anyone think to build a bike for someone who’s heavier than 300 pounds.
The inhumanity of niche markets. And if the limited availability of reinforced bicycles weren’t quite enough of a stretch:
Many outdoor jobs, like wildland firefighting and logging, remain hyper-masculine and painfully heteronormative.
You heard the lady. The logging industry is painfully heteronormative. And so – er, obviously – “marginalised people” can’t enjoy the great outdoors. “The barriers to outdoor recreation are very real,” says she.
Leave it to the Brits to turn a four-syllable word into a five-syllable word.
Ohio preacher from many years back who was on TV quite a bit in the hey-day (hay-day?) of fundamentalist(ic) evangelism, one Ernest Angely, used to amuse me with how he could turn a one-syllable word like “Lord” into three, “In the sixth chapter of Jeremiah, The Lo-war-da says…”
And don’t get me started on W…
I think Ms Zak has created a whole false premise
But imagine the mindset, forever poking under stones, desperate for some crumb of evidence, anything – even the rarity of reinforced bicycles for the morbidly obese – to validate this anhedonic posturing. And for those foolish enough to take the posturing seriously, as if it offered a way to a happier life, free from all this hallucinatory “oppression,” you have to wonder what happens to any residual stoicism, any sense of proportion, any self-possession. Habitually displacing responsibility for every disappointment, every shortcoming or failure, and cultivating resentment of those deemed “privileged,” who are allegedly “oppressing” you (by being thinner, or more capable, or less self-conscious, or just white), doesn’t seem like the best possible coping skill for life in general.
…doesn’t seem like the best possible coping skill for life in general.
Perhaps she needs a T-shirt like the chick in here at :21 which enjoins, “Suck it up, Princess.”
“Beer, tin & Poland.”
Habitually displacing responsibility… doesn’t seem like the best possible coping skill for life in general.
That.
That.
And variations thereof. What could possibly go wrong?
And variations thereof. What could possibly go wrong?
Oppressed to Death! The Patriarchy claims another helpless victim:
Fat Acceptance Activist Dead from a Heart Attack at 34
Hmmm, what could have caused this random event?
Marge Swanson, a fat acceptance activist who helped pioneer the concept of thin privilege, is dead from a heart attack. She was 34 years old. Swanson championed the notion that weight and health have no inherent connection.
Oh.
“I don’t want to compare struggles, but Harriet Tubman fought a similar battle,” Swanson once told a reporter. “Women in larger bodies are seriously underrepresented among athletes and models. Oppression and discrimination are the only logical reasons why this is occurring.”
She was a true hero.
Evidently, the whole article is satire. I’ll report to the correction booth.
“Women in larger bodies are seriously underrepresented among athletes and models. Oppression and discrimination are the only logical reasons why this is occurring.”
and that 300lb fatties can`t run or jump to save their lives which is a bit disadvantageous when the purpose of athletics is to win.
perhaps we could have weight classes for athletics in the same way boxing does, if nothing else the sight of half a dozen land whales wobbling and gasping their way through a 100 metre sprint might be good for its comedy value.
Speaking of Everyday Feminism and its neurotic leanings, hear Melissa roar:
Oh dear, she lost her glasses. Did something go wrong?
“Women IN larger bodies”
Fascinating phrasing.
Imagine The Picnics
Apparently some others have been visiting the great indoors.
For some reason, mathematicians, physicists, actual musicians, et al, don’t seem to be involved in these occurrences. Clearly there must also be some conspiracy that prevents such . . .
This far in, and the Monty Python lumberjack jokes are left on the table? Baffled, I am.
No glasses? How sight-abled and incredibly visionormative of her, not to mention eyewear culture exclusive. We should complain.
I joke, but what is the fashion and beauty-favoring popular position on glasses but exactly the kind of molehill that these sorts like to en-mountain?
Baffled, I am.
There are Monty Python lumberjack jokes? Pray tell. (Include links.)
“…the sight of half a dozen land whales wobbling and gasping their way through a 100 metre sprint might be good for its comedy value.”
The contest is not what you think it is; the contest is actually to test the skills of the resuscitation skills of the attending ambulance teams. And their strength in lifting a comatose patient onto a stretcher and into the ambulance.
There’s an Aesop’s kind of fable here, waiting to be written, about the zebra who complains that the giraffe is getting all the leaves up high.
You require a link? I thought you were so… rugged!
Somewhat related, I think the mad barber skit that led into it on the show originally is given terribly short schrift these days. “BLOOD SPURT ALFRED HITCHCOCK MURDER”.
At any rate, the lumberjack in the skit has a complex and multifaceted gender identity in modern terms, that’s for sure.
Or an increasingly tortured Rush Hemispheres album metaphor involving trees. The oaks are much too lofty and grab up all the light, or so I’m told.
If there are multiple jokes, there should be multiple links.
The properly downtrodden masses of the industrial north of England, in the depths of a proper depression in the 20s & 30s, organised themselves into rambling groups and cycling clubs and took off into the countryside.
These pampered little shits whine about how oppressed they are at a time when there have never been more opportunities to be out enjoying nature.
They are contemptible on so many levels
“Rush Hemispheres”
Was that the red vinyl one?
She lives in Santa Fe and went to U of Montana. Not exactly a world traveler.
I just want to point out, as a hiker who weighed 280 pounds this time last year, there is no serious physical activity that is easier for a fat person to get into and keep up. The cost can be as low as $0. You can do it alone with no permission required and maybe not even any contact with other humans, making it immune to prejudice. It is something all races, everywhere, have done enthusiastically since before we were Homo.
This is a long-winded way of saying that guy can eff off.
capitalism, colonialism, racism, sexism, and ableism
Rattling off this list is a substitute for having to think.
Rattling off this list is a substitute for having to think.
Hence incantation. And these bizarre mental contortions haven’t been arrived at by accident, or through some random sloppiness. They’ve been taught and dutifully copied. Which is why the content of Everyday Feminism is so eerily uniform.
I’m glad, but not surprised, that I wasn’t the only one to start (mentally) singing, “I’m a lumberjack . . . “
The misery never ends with these people.
I think Everyday Feminism starts to make a kind of sense if you think of it as a platform for needy, vain and often damaged people to repeatedly and piously displace responsibility for their lives by invoking chronic and implausible victimhood. (Such that the website’s editor, Melissa Fabello, isn’t a middle-class woman in twenty-first century America, but “a marginalised body that experiences the trauma of oppression.”) Basically, it’s a way for such people to tell each other, over and over again, why nothing they choose, whatever the consequences, is ever their own fault.
And for a certain kind of personality, you can see the appeal.
Which, from the outside, leads to a strange experience. In that, you might naïvely browse Everyday Feminism expecting to find empowered, liberated women, full of confidence and charisma, the equals of any man. But instead you’ll see a sad parade of self-absorbed inadequates and dogmatic mediocrities – all with eerily similar hang-ups and pretensions. Apparently, the Amazons Of Tomorrow™ can be emotionally crushed by any hint of disagreement, any factual correction, and will consequently be phoning in sick because they’ve pulled out their eyelashes again.
But instead you’ll see a sad parade of self-absorbed inadequates and dogmatic mediocrities – all with eerily similar hang-ups and pretensions.
F. Murray Abraham, call your agent . . .
Someone should link the German version of the lumberjack song… 🙂
Rattling off this list is a substitute for having to think.”
Many of these articles do have the odor of reheated college essays.
I suspect many are. The author gets to relive her college glory days, back when she’d earn a pat on the head by hitting all the right ‘concern’ notes and checking off all the right ‘villain’ boxes.
and kayaking in a discernibly gay-affirming manner
Are limp wrists a help or hindrance when kayaking? :-/
“Women in larger bodies”
Everyday Mentalism.
I really, really hate it when certain people misuse the chemical bonding terminology of cis and trans. Good Lord, they’ll be using paradigm and symbiosis out of context next!
http://takimag.com/article/the_unbearable_whiteness_of_ken_burns/print
from Wanderschuh’s link “invented by the worst sort”
I want to meet those Latinos. Because hubby & I were long time hikers (back to our respective Boy Scout & Girl Scout days) and we gave up on hiking an area of the San Gabriel Mountains – Bear Creek in Azusa Canyon, where one of the lower areas with deep pools and within 5 minutes of the road is clogged with people swimming, leaving dirty diapers, beer cans and piles of trash next to the water. Vast majority of them “Latino” from down the mountain, who don’t have the first clue of how to behave in the wilderness (minimally, you take out what you bring in). Indeed, the two campsites further up the mountain we gave up on, too. The trash and noise was overwhelming.
. . . and within 5 minutes of the road is clogged with people swimming, leaving dirty diapers, beer cans and piles of trash next to the water. Vast majority of them “Latino” from down the mountain, . . .
Actually that seems to be standard for hipsters regardless, independent of the personal background or location.
Hal,
With all due respect, Bear Creek =/= one of those “urban spaces” like Dolores Park in the Mission District of Frisco.
So, if you see a picture of people having fun outdoors and, instead of thinking “That looks like fun” you think “Those look like cis white people” you’re being oppressed. By that standard, each of us has our own individual requirements for living free of oppression, and to avoid oppressing any of us, the rest of society must somehow develop the ability to show each of us only the images we wish to see. These people want to live in the world of The Matrix.
Bear Creek =/= one of those “urban spaces” like Dolores Park in the Mission District of Frisco.
. . . and, the hipster attitude of show up and dump stuff all over is the same, with the hipsters clearly being lowest class idiots irrelevant of other cultural background or DNA.
“Only in savage parts of the world that prefer longer made up words over the originals ….’
one that drives me crazy is when people use the word “obligated” instead of “obliged”
one that drives me crazy is when people use the word “obligated” instead of “obliged”
The folks at Merriam-Webster provide an interesting discussion about the differences:
Take care when quoting supposed news sites. The whole “Marge Swanson, a fat acceptance activist …” news is fake. Just because something fits with your world view does not mean it should just be taken as gospel.
This SJW crap has unfortunately been infiltrating the outdoor community for a while but it has certainly picked up steam of late. Rafting has been particularly hard hit, but only over in the US as far as I can tell. A couple of articles I wrote on the subject last December. The comments are particularly illuminating as I was targeted by the SJW hate snowflake brigade.
https://pushingrubberdownhill.com/2016/12/12/have-you-taken-the-klu-klux-klan-rafting/
https://pushingrubberdownhill.com/2016/12/17/i-am-a-riverguide/
Expertise . . .
“The barriers to outdoor recreation are very real,” says she.
We call them “doors.”