Archive for June, 2006

Bobby is a big fat fag

Thursday, June 29th, 2006

Personally its the one in the middle I would be watchingA recent article in the news paper got my dander up a bit, "Gay link to youngest brothers " it proclaimed.

Apparently a study, published in the US Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences online journal said "the most consistent bio-demographic correlate of sexual orientation in men is the number of older brothers (one has)". Apparently there is some sort of anti-male antibodies that affect the part of the brain that determines sexuality. These are produced each time a mother produces a son and they build up over time to make it more likely that a son will be gay.

Long ago I gave up any vestigial need I had to know why I am gay. Knowing why isn't going to change things, or in fact make me want to change. I am happy this way; men are great, end of story. I respect the people doing research to understand things like this (as long as they aren't working on some sort of "cure") and research like this that shows there is an evolutionary reason for fagotry is probably a good thing.

That's not what's got my dander up. Apparently the research group only involved 744 men. Firstly, is that even a statistical sample? Secondly, were they EVEN trying? I have more gay men in my personal address book than that. Lord have mercy.

Come on people, try a little harder. Where were you looking? Some ass end of the earth like, say, Thunder Bay? If you had asked some REAL fags, they would have multiplied your research group by at least 10, if not 100. Stand outside the Black Party in New York and you will do better. Or ANY Pride march, Hell even Melbourne Pride has a couple of thousand people through it.

So to help out, and in the interest of research, we here at Brave Creatures are going to conduct a little poll of our own. Even with my piddling traffic numbers, I should be able to do better than that.

Remeber, this is for gay men (my apologies to other readers) and is about which SON you are. Older girls dont have an effect in this context. For example. I have one older sister, and even though she is kind on manish I am still the eldest son.

[poll=9]

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Out of my way

Thursday, June 29th, 2006

Reader on a crowded train I had thought it was just me, but a conversation over café et croissants at a break at my French classes surprised me when someone else bought up one of my pet peeves.

People who stand directly in front of the doors of a train when it pulls in, there by blocking the people trying to get off.

Ok so WTF is that about? I have given up trying to wade through the logic. Not only is it rude and inconsiderate, I can't see that it gets the offenders on any faster. You have got to wonder what is going on, not only in people's heads but in society that we are not thinking a little more about each other. It not like you can't see the people trying to get off.

Another example of the same behavior is at the baggage carrousel at the airport. It seems that some kind of arms race of distance has developed over the 35 or so years* I have been flying. When I was a child in the stylish burgundy traveling suit my mother had selected for me I clearly recall the family stood off at some distance while my father waited on the luggage. He and the other travelers waited a good distance from the conveyer belt, at least 2 or 3 meters, so that everyone could see the bags and there would be no trouble in getting them off.

Now however, things have changed. People crowd around the carrousel, jostling and elbowing each other to try and see their bags. It's not fun, it's not comfortable and it's certainly not faster. So what's happened?

As a society we seem to be far less aware of personal space, other people's that is. Our own personal space we are still very protective of. And as it is compressed by the jostling crowds created by our urban societies everyone's patience seems to be wearing a little thin. With all the pressure around us, it seems that we protect our space by distancing ourselves, mentally at least from those around us. Objectifying and viewing people we don't know as simply part of the background.

And since they are part of the background, we don't need to care about them or respect them.

I have been wondered if this has anything to do with the Dunbar Number, which simply put, is a theory that the number of people we can interact with socially is a biologically set number determined by the size of our brains. The theory sets the number at between about 100-200 people. The theory in itself makes some sense to me. Think about it for a second, how many people do you directly interact with on a day to day basis? Not just pass by, actually know the name of. 150 seems a reasonable number. All of the other species on the planet function optimally in different, but specific group sizes, why not us?

Unfortunately it seems that biology isn't keeping up with our technical and population advancements. Since we live in societies with groups WAY bigger than 150, clearly something is going to start happening for us to deal with all of these extra interactions. Part of what seems to have happened is that be distance ourselves from people not part of out social group either by mentally moving them into the background or relegating them to the other, the "Them" in "Them and Us".

As a project manager, one of my biggest tasks is to bind a team together to get a job done, and I have to say if the team gets too big, or doesn't interact enough things get dicey real fast. It seems as humans, we just don't play nice with too many other kids. And the result seems to be this low level social hostility, ignoring each other to try and avoid conflict.

I am not sure that there is much we can do about the biology of the problem. Evolution will deal with it eventually I suspect, but in the meantime we need to develop coping strategies, or at least better ones. All of our emotional thermostats seem to be turned up due to the constant friction and largely unintentioned hostility we are running into on a day to day basis.

I am sure that there is some large scale cultural modal that could be implemented from the top down to deal with the issue. Governments, could engage in wide ranging social engineering to deal with the issue and remove pressure from our lives - but chances are they wont. Not until there is some grass roots demand for it. As usual, the solution to the grind of this day to day pressure is probably more likely to be something personal. Something we do for ourselves.

For me, it means trying to not see strangers at luggage carousels and at train stations as enemies or just a background. It means trying to give way a little more and let other people past. And as creepy and new age as that sounds, I really do it out of self interest. It makes the world feel a little less hostile to me and calms things in my world considerably.

If calming your own nerves a little because the crush of city life becomes less hostile isn't enough, the occasionally smile of thanks from someone carrying an armload of parcels is an amazing reward.

You should try it sometime.

* dog years

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Wørd of the week – watercooler moment

Sunday, June 25th, 2006

< ?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?> < !DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Transitional//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-transitional.dtd"> watercooler moment (WAW.tur.koo.lur MOH.munt) n. In a television show or radio program, a controversial or exciting segment designed to get people talking about the show.

 
Example Citation:
We spent three or four hours very late one night talking about how a programme can basically market itself.' This involved establishing one or two 'watercooler moments' which would get people talking the next day.
—Simon Garfield, "A storm in the airwaves," The Observer, July 1, 2001
 
Earliest Citation:
1991 was the Year of Pee-Wee, the year the disgraced children's TV show host was busted for a solo act of indecent exposure in an adult movie theater. He made his triumphant return on the MTV stage, clad in his trademark tight gray suit. And from then on, the [Video Music Awards] were on their way toward becoming destination viewing, a yearly event that promised the hot bands and babes and boys of the moment, plus at least one watercooler moment for young fans to hash over the next morning.
—Jennifer Weiner, "MTV's awards show produces excess," The Philadelphia Inquirer, September 8, 1999
 
Notes:
It's a classic workplace scene: Two or three co-workers arrive at the office watercooler more or less simultaneously and, people being the social creatures that they are, a brief — and ideally non-work-related — conversation ensues. Nowadays, these confabs are just as likely to break out in the coffee room, alongside the photocopier, or while waiting to use the fax machine. But the "watercooler" was long ago chosen as the symbolic location for spontaneous workplace chinwagging.

That's the idea underlying today's phrase. Insert some gratuitously controversial or titillating content into a show, and the next day the watercooler conversations will begin with the phrase "Did you see/hear last night's episode of X?"

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Childhood Memories – HR Pufnstuf

Saturday, June 24th, 2006

A recent blog ramble broght me across the intro for an old Krofft kids show, ElectraWoman and DynaGirl. Trashy, 70's and a lot of fun. This inspired me to go hunting for more of the old Krofft shows like Land of the Lost, Isis, Wonderbug, The Bugaloos, Lidsville and HR Pufnstuf. As I find them I will post them.

I seem to recall as a child that I thought Witcheepoo was way cool. Again, I think it was the shoes, although the VroomBroom is pretty special too. 

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Distracted

Thursday, June 22nd, 2006

So there is a furious debate in the senate over the detention of asylum seekers, actual Liberal policitans are suggesting they migt cross the floor on the issue, Senator Goebbels Vanstone is "welcoming refugees at Parliment house (thing Augustus Gloop meets the Gingerbreadman) and Penfold John Howard was actually caught on tape saying - "its not he process that counts its the outcome". Meanwhile Victoria (where I live) is discussing opening up stem cell research, mostly to beat those wiley Chinese (given the Koreans recent histopry no one is talking about them) and the Australian Capital Territory has had its Same Sex Civil union legislation struck down.

And I am reskinning my blog.

Cough.

I am always like this when I have a thesis to write. And besides that red was starting to get on my tits.

I will engage my brain again soon and write something worthwhile. Promise. 

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New Photo Album

Monday, June 19th, 2006

Pink Pontiff Its late and I am pretty tired. I've been dicking around all evening with css styles. DIVs drive me nuts, they are forever hiding things and making stuff behave weirdly.

The reasons for all of this geeking out is I found a new Flickr plug in that I am quite partial to - Flickr Photo Album. It has replaced the current Flickr photo album plug in -  FAlbum. Why? Because the new one does a few things under the hood; like direct connection to Flickr from the edit page and a Sidebar Widget for Flickr badges; and it gives better access back to the Flickr site.

The new album is here

Not geeky enough for you, one of my favourite bloggers had something on his site I was forced to make off with, namely an embedded mp3 player. Mind you while he is using it for terse political commentary, I just use it to play Kylie. Check out the red play button down the bottom. 

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Wørd of the week – jump the shark

Sunday, June 18th, 2006

< ?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?> < !DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Transitional//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-transitional.dtd"> jump the shark v. In a television show, to include an over-the-top scene or plot twist that is indicative either of an irreversible decline in the show's quality or of a desperate bid to stem the show's declining ratings. Also: JTS.
jump-the-shark adj.
jumping the shark pp.

 
Example Citations:
On the day of its final episode, we ponder: Just when did "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" jump the shark?

A. When bad-boy lover vampire Angel left for his own series.

B. When sidekick Willow discovered she was a lesbian.

C. When Buffy got a kid sister.

D. When the show moved to UPN.

Maybe each of those was a nail in the coffin, along with the musical episode and Buffy having sex with former vampire nemesis Spike.
—Walt Belcher, "Fangs for the memories," Tampa Tribune, May 20, 2003

The phrase "jump the shark" has enjoyed such a vogue in recent months, I'm surprised it didn't turn up on the list of overused words and expressions put out by Lake Superior State University this month.

Yet, your friendly neighborhood TV critic feels compelled to point out that one of the reasons the term is used so much is it's just so useful. Coined by Jon Hein at the University of Michigan back in the '80s, it refers to the moment when something — particularly a TV series — peaks and begins to go downhill into self-parody and decay. It originally referred to the "Happy Days" episode in which Fonzie literally tried to jump a shark in a daredevil water-skiing stunt.

Me, I think "Happy Days" jumped the shark a lot earlier than that — like when Richie's older brother, Chuck, conveniently disappeared after the first season — but "lose the brother" would be even more difficult to explain than "jump the shark."

Anyway, it's obvious to see why the phrase is such a natural for critics. And the concept of if or when a certain series jumped the shark is such a natural source of debate, it has produced a cottage industry for Hein in the form of a trademarked Web site and now a companion book, "Jump the Shark: When Good Things Go Bad." (My favorite notation on the site is the Chicago viewer who suggested "Bozo's Circus" jumped the shark when Sandy the Tramp left to produce "The Banana Splits.")

So, it being a new year and all, now seems a good time to review the current prime-time programs and which have jumped the shark and when. The official jumptheshark.com Web site helps out with handy categories, such as "I Do" (see weddings, as on "I Dream of Jeannie"), "Exit ... Stage Left" (departures, like Suzanne Somers leaving "Three's Company"), "Same Character, Different Actor" (Dick Sargent replacing Dick York on "Bewitched") and "A Very Special..." as in "A very special 'Blossom'."
—Ted Cox, "Jumping the shark," Chicago Daily Herald, January 23, 2003

Earliest Citation:
There is a flip side to this, of course, at least in television, namely a moment when you realize that the series is going downhill, the standard has been lost and convention has taken over. It's called to "jump the shark".
—Jeff Abramowitz, "It's all down hill," Jerusalem Post, May 29, 1998

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Whats in a profile

Wednesday, June 14th, 2006

Big MuscleOne of my favourite  bloggers was complaining the other day that he had come to the conclusion that "social networking" sites like Friendster, My Space and Big Muscle are just an excuse for good looking, photogenic people to show off and elicit compliments. It started me thinking about it all.

The whole "profile" thing is apparently rampant. It seems like everyone has an internet personae or two squirreled away somewhere - even my mother. But what are they and why is it so hard for people to come out from behind them? Does communicating with someone via a profile mean you can (usually) get only a two dimensional experience, a binary connection with them?

I must admit that for me this thinking has been kicked on by someone I know*, who claims he is in a satisfying relationship. The strange thing, to me at least, is that both he and his partner check out Big Muscle every day. Not just most days EVERY DAY. Now I enjoy looking at hot guys as much as the next red blooded fag, and I will admit I have had my own high consumption periods, but I am single. And when I have been involved my interest in outside distractions has been much lower. 

It seems weird and a little sad to me but maybe I am naive.

When I discussed it with one of them, the other one being about as emotionally approachable as pack ice, he explained that for him it was about getting positive affirmation. OK, I get that too. BUT EVERY DAY? Dude, you're with someone. Doesn't that fill SOME of the gap?

Thats my reaction, and I really like positive strokes.

So its time for another little poll, lets see what the internet has to say about this one. Please feel free to leave a comment if you have something more to say.

[poll=8]

As a final note, let me say that I am not a prude. I think its up to any couple to work out their own balance. In the end it really is none of my bloody business what anyone else does. I am not judging, I am questioning. Since my own last relationship went pear shaped I have been trying to work out how things work so that I will be in a better position next time.

Oh and I know this topic will stir up some contention soI thought that might bet interesting.

Sealed

*Absolutely NOT who you think 

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Better this devil

Tuesday, June 13th, 2006

Better the Devil Sunday morning I got up early having had an early night on Saturday night. Both my closest friends in Melbourne, Barbie and Binky, are out of town so I am living la vida quieta - which is kind of nice.

For some reason Kylie Minogue crossed my mind and I found myself playing early 90's Kylie - What kind of fool, Better the Devil, Put yourself in my place and so forth.

I had forgotten how much FUN they were.

I found myself dancing around the apartment, cleaning, cooking lunch and generally having a good time doing the minutiae of life. I had so much fun that I actually ended up going out on Sunday night. I know its trashy and all, but I have to wonder how much it reflects the period. When I look at what what is big on the dance floors and on the radios today, it seems darker and more cynical.

Looking at Kylie's "equivalents" today - P!nk, Christina Aguilera and the Veronica's - they seem more focused on how bleak life is, how love is a disaster and how hard we have to struggle to succeed. Post 9-11, post teen angst? Reflection of the social tensions generated by the increasing intercultural wars? Or am I just thinking too hard?

Whatever the case, I can tell you this much, I was cheery and upbeat for the rest of my Kylie Sunday.

And just for reference, I think my favourite at the moment is "What kind of fool" - which is an interesting statement on where my head is.

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Wørd of the week – manscaping

Sunday, June 11th, 2006

< ?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?> < !DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Transitional//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-transitional.dtd"> manscaping (MAN.skay.ping) pp. The artful shaving and trimming of a man's body hair. (Man + landscaping.)
manscape v.

 
Example Citations:
Speaking of "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy," the wildly successful makeover show returns with new episodes beginning Tuesday at 9 p.m. That means the network doesn't have to repeat the seven or so initial episodes ad nauseum.

This hilarious show, one of my favorites, has five gay men — specializing in fashion, cooking, interior decorating, culture and grooming — making over a straight man.

The best part of an episode is the last 20 minutes, when the five gather to watch their student in a social situation (like a dinner party) to see if he learned any valuable lessons.

The idea has proven to be great fun, fast moving, and — believe it not — full of helpful tips. For example, I didn't know "manscaping" was a word.
—Vince Horiuchi, "Bravo bows to reality, hopes for another 'Queer Eye'-like success," Salt Lake Tribune, November 17, 2003

The Fabs took the U.S. by storm this summer, making like style superheroes to rescue straight men from lives of self-made squalor and introducing the rest of us to fun new terms like "manscaping" and "zhuzh" — a sound somewhere between Zsa-Zsa and luge.
—Pat St. Germain, "Divine interventions," Winnipeg Sun, October 4, 2003
 
Earliest Citation:
Frankly, it might be far more amusing — far cheaper, too — if California could forgo the recall and simply hire the Fab Five to remake the state. At the very least, they could corral the leading replacement candidates in a booth for a spray-on tan, then wax their eyebrows and manscape them senseless.
—Anita Creamer, "Sign us all up for our makeovers," Sacramento Bee, August 29, 2003

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