Sunday 19 November 2017

Triple the Fun - The Triplets do Paris, Repeat Performance

Four of the Triplets
Yesterday was another of those amazingly glamorous outings the Triplets are famous for.  In case you are confused about terminology, this is understandable.

First there were J and I, the original Twins; then we added R and became the Triplets.  Then last year we all met up with my good friend A who lives in Paris, and all got on so famously that we decided to make her the fourth Triplet.  Then the Bearded Lefty (the Triplet standing to the left of J) joined the England-based Triplets and we became five Triplets.  Since the words Quadruplets and Quintuplets are rather a mouthful, and everyone is confused about our group already, we decided to retain the Triplet label for ease of reference for our group.

Anyway, if Erich Kaestner can write about The Three Twins, I can blog about the Five Triplets.  Get used to it.  Life is complicated, and I see no reason to contract myself into a nutshell of linguistic conventionality to satisfy the overcritical segments of my readership.

As always when on a Tripletish outing, we had a great day.  While my Twin and I met for a substantial breakfast at Le Pain Quotidian to lay a solid foundation for the day's walking, R and the BL took a little longer to arrive.....

At the gare du Nord we were collected by A, as always, and crowded into the Metro towards central Paris.

Lunch at the club, where the BL was graciously lent a tie and jacket, having under-dressed, was our first stop.  We then inflicted ourselves on a scattering of slightly indignant - but noblesse obligedly tolerant - French better-class-looking denizens of the upper reaches of the club, which might best be described as Versailles-en-Miniature.

Having gazed at the gardens and admired the soft furnishings, we descended, yet again, to the poolside restaurant, where visitors without reservations and less than perfect attire can engorge themselves on the excellent buffet, while watching the sportier element of the club membership cavorting in the magnificent indoor/outdoor swimming pool.

That done, we trickled down the street to have hot chocolate and little Hamburger cookies (popularly referred to as 'macaroons') at Laduree.  We were asked to wait for ten to fifteen minutes.  I stiffened, since I hate queuing, but decided to endure the wait for the greater good (ie A's overwhelming greed for Laduree' hot chocolate, which is thick enough to stand a spoon in - A's equivalent to R's mugs of industrial-strength tea).

After 45 minutes I asserted myself and we left, and for the next twenty minutes or so I muttered crankily about the benefits of staying at clubs, where there were no queues, excellent service, and superior tuck, always provided one wore a jacket and tie.

We then meandered about aimlessly, window shopped, invaded the old tile factory area, and generally took in the air and enjoyed being in Paris.  Finally we drifted into a standard, typically Parisian watering hole, where we finally had our hot chocolate and treated ourselves to crepes with Nutella, except for R, who suddenly went all over upper class and insisted on Creme Brulee.  She was served a huge dish with about three times the usual amount of vanilla creme topped with a thick sugar crust - ie a lower class portion.  They all know what we are!

The last stop was, as always, a little supermarket around the corner of the Gare du Nord, where we stocked up - I on Marrons Glaces, R on cheese, and J and the BL on crisps and Orangina for the return journey.

The homeward Eurostar journey was uneventful.  While I strove to educate my fellow travellers with a two-hour-long seminar on the social life of bacteria, they dropped in and out of sleep, much to my consternation, since they had been up for barely 12 hours and were 30 years my junior.  I had expected a little more vitality!

But there it is, youth isn't what it once was, the human species is deteriorating, and it will all end in extinction.  Except of course for bacteria ....

Despite the excessive sleepiness of the other Triplets it had been a very successful day, and when we split up upon arrival at St Pancras we all agreed that it had been another simply monumental Tripletish occasion.

The Hermes shop is just opposite the club, so I usually photograph their flag-waving Rooftop rider 
The shops were festively bedecked, and featured curious merchandise, like these shoes

and this handbag



Louis Vuitton added a huge sun to its store


BJ performed a dangerously avant garde street dance to spite the luxury retailer

Spider brooche

Frog ornament

Jellyfish earrings, much admired by R

Owl earrings, Ithink

The old tile factory is always worth a visit

There were lots of crows in the Tuileries








Having lost his fig-leaf, he buried his face in his hand, overcome by shame

There is some sort of lizard up on this tree

Always such a pleasure to see this with the scaffolding removed



Full of crepes and hot chocolate

Saturday 11 November 2017

George R R Martin and gratuitous depictions of sexual violence

I have been sick with the winter vomiting bug for over a week, and was unable to do much except listening to the radio in a half-hearted sort of way, in between toilet and tea breaks.

Getting tired of the never ending reports of human folly that is the news, I decided to listen instead to an audio book.  I have been meaning to read A Song Of Ice And Fire by George RR Martin for quite a while now - I bought all the books two years ago but didn't get further than the middle of book 2 - but since I was in no condition to do any reading, I thought listening to the audio reading on Youtube would be a good alternative to get through the exceedingly long volumes.

I drifted in and out of sleep, with murders, rapes, and machinations going on in the background, and if things got too gory, I was too exhausted to turn off the irritating voice, as I would have done while fully conscious.

After hour upon hour of this faux-medieval rambling, and heaven knows how many scenes of carnage, I am genuinely pleased to be out and about again, cured (hopefully) of both the norovirus and my interest in A Song of Ice And Fire.  It is the countless rape scenes that really turned me off.  Mr Martin defends them, saying that that's just the way the Middle Ages were, and since his books are based on the Middle Ages in a loose sort of way, he had to include plenty of rapes.

Let's examine this claim.

Firstly, the "Middle Ages"lasted about 1,000 years - roughly, the period between the end of the Roman Empire in the West and the Renaissance (500 to 1500 AD).  The position of women, as well as other aspects of social life, was not the same throughout this time.  Sometimes women had significant rights, sometimes very few.  Also, the area included in the Middle Ages is huge - all of Europe and the Middle East - and was composed of hundreds of different cultures, which differed widely in the way women were treated.  Surely, if Martin really is the feminist he claims to be, he could have created a fantasy country were women were treated with consideration, and were not sexually mistreated on a regular basis?

Secondly, sexual violence against women in the Middle Ages was nowhere as prevalent as in Martin's novel.    To quote the Mary Sue Blog:

"For women in Martin’s novels and the HBO show, sexual violence is a constant specter, with rape an everyday threat for many of the female characters. No doubt such violence existed in the Middle Ages, historians say, but women had some protections. Muslim armies rarely raped conquered populations, because rape was an unforgivable crime in Islam, [Kelly DeVries, a medieval historian at Loyola University Maryland] said. Christian armies had slightly less-stringent religious prohibitions, but women were more protected than commonly depicted in popular culture, he said. The uptick in sexual brutality actually occurred after the Middle Ages, during the Wars of Religion kicked off by the Protestant Reformation, he said. In those conflicts, opposing sides saw each other as heretics and thus felt free to commit brutalities."

https://www.themarysue.com/grrm-dragons-vs-sexual-violence-against-women-in-fantasy/

Thirdly, even if we were to grant that sexual violence was prevalent and needed to be depicted, did it have to be depicted in such a detailed way?  Having listened to what seems to be hundreds of rape scenes within a week, I am left with the impression that most of them are gratuitous, over-described, and intended to titillate.  When this is considered together with the way women are discussed in other contexts in this novel - for example, every woman who is introduced has her breasts described in detail - I have to conclude that Martin's fantasy world thinks of women in a completely sexualised way.  As though that's all we are good for.  Is that really how men think of women?  Are they really all as disgusting as all that?

I remember some time ago there was this statement doing the rounds that men thought of sex every 7 seconds.  I found this rather puzzling - how could a man ever focus on anything else, if he thought about sex every 7 seconds?  Even to read a longish paragraph in this blog you need to concentrate for longer than 7 seconds.  If men really stopped whatever they were doing every 7 seconds to think about sex they would never get anything done!  I asked several male friends about this, and they said something like, "Well, I think of sex every 7 seconds whenever I am not doing anything else."  And how often was that?  "Well, I am pretty busy most of the time ....."  That's what I thought - a few times a day, maybe, less during times of stress, advancing age, illness, etc.

I know it is hard to admit this in the context of our oversexualised popular culture, but most of us are not as motivated by sex as the advertisers would like us to believe.  We've got a lot of other stuff going on, you know .....

If men were really as disgustingly destructive as depicted in Martin's novel, humanity would never have survived.  Societies with high levels of violence against women tend to have a low reproductive rate - as for example the Yanomamoe described by Napoleon Chagnon.  Every animal species protects the breeding females to ensure survival.  Humans have few offspring, and without modern sanitation and medicine, death in childbirth is common, and infant mortality high.  Add violence against women into this mix and few children will be born and grow to maturity.  Violence, including sexual violence, could not have been the norm in human history - our species would never have survived it.  It is curious how many writers would like to make us believe otherwise.

Fourthly, if Martin was really interested in depicting sexual violence 'as it really was', why is it only the women who get raped?  Surely he knows that men, too, got raped, on a regular basis?  Or is this something he would rather not burden his male readers with?

To be sure Martin mentions male rape here and there, but only in throw away half sentences; he does not lovingly dwell on details, as he does with the female rape scenes.  And more often than not there is the insinuation that the male victim was a wimp, like the healer who was 'treated like a maiden' by Victarion Greyjoy's men.

How would the young men who are the main consumers of fantasy fiction react if:

(1)  Vargo Hoat and his gang had buggered beautiful Jaime Lannister to within an inch of his life, leaving him with a permanently damaged rectum, unable to sit or walk properly, instead of cut off his hand?

(2)  The Mountain Clegane had brutally raped noble Prince Rhaegar Targaryen until he bled to death?

(3)  King Stannis was buggered with the hilt of his own sword by Brienne, instead of beheaded? (only in the TV version, as far as is currently known)

(4)  Eddard Stark were forced to participate in perverted sex games by Cersei Lannister, then stripped naked and paraded publicly around King's Landing, and finally sold to a brothel keeper of Astapor as a sex slave?

I could go on, but you get my point.  I don't think Martin's male readers would like to read that sort of thing.  Women don't like to read that sort of thing, either, Mr Martin.

For information about male rape - which is very hard to come by, incidentally - see this article from The Guardian, 17 July 2011:

"It's not just in East Africa that these stories remain unheard. One of the few academics to have looked into the issue in any detail is Lara Stemple, of the University of California's Health and Human Rights Law Project. Her study Male Rape and Human Rights notes incidents of male sexual violence as a weapon of wartime or political aggression in countries such as Chile, Greece, Croatia, Iran, Kuwait, the former Soviet Union and the former Yugoslavia. Twenty-one per cent of Sri Lankan males who were seen at a London torture treatment centre reported sexual abuse while in detention. In El Salvador, 76% of male political prisoners surveyed in the 1980s described at least one incidence of sexual torture. A study of 6,000 concentration-camp inmates in Sarajevo found that 80% of men reported having been raped."    

https://www.theguardian.com/society/2011/jul/17/the-rape-of-men

Men get regularly raped in the UK, too.  See the Telegraph article of 25 May 2015 on the subject:  


"Police crime figures for 2014 in England & Wales show there were 38,134 incidents of rape or sexual assault of a woman and 3,580 against men. Yet due to the shame and stigma surrounding perhaps the darkest male taboo of all, Survivors UK believe only 2-3 per cent of men report their rapes (official figures for women are 10-12 per cent reporting) meaning many thousands of men are suffering in silence. Furthermore, there are an estimated 1.5 million adult male survivors of childhood sexual abuse in the UK – abuse against boys accounts for around 70 per cent of cases."
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/men/thinking-man/11587324/Why-doesnt-society-care-about-male-rape.html

I really wish male rape was more in the news, so that people realise that this isn't just a women's issue, and take it more seriously.  It puzzles me that so many men - including the author of A Song Of Ice And Fire - seem to think it is OK to constantly depict / read depictions of acts of sexual aggression against women. How would they feel if the sexual aggression depicted was against men?  Men they identified with, their heroes?

Is the silence about male rape victims, and the emphasis on female victims, simply a way to protect the male ego, to suggest that males are safe and females are not, and that the more 'male' a man is the safer he is from this sort of victimisation - and surely, lewd jokes and misogyny in general are an excellent way to showcase that one is truly a man?

When will we realise that violence isn't something that men to do women, but something that some human beings do to other human beings, and that we should all unite against the perpetrators, if only because we are all potential victims, and because no one is safe?

I do grant Mr Martin this - his novel shows that everyone, no matter how strong, powerful, rich, beautiful, virtuous, ruthless, manipulative, etc etc, someone is, everyone can be victimised (though in gender specific ways).

And judging by the recent news items on the radio, every profession, class, gender, social group, category of family member, nationality, age, etc etc, contains predators who will try to victimise those who are decent or innocent enough not to expect that sort of thing from them.

Alone there is no safety for anyone, but together we can protect one another.

"The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives."


For more information on male rape victims, try this Wikipedia link:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rape_of_males

For more information on the accuracy of Game of Thrones depiction of the Middle Ages:

https://www.livescience.com/44599-medieval-reality-game-of-thrones.html

    

Saturday 4 November 2017

A Sorry Tale at the Local Tesco ...

Today was the first time I ventured out of the house since last Saturday.  I am feeling much better, but obviously needed some groceries after a home-bound week.  After I arrived at the Tesco at Cowley Road, this is what happened.  I wrote it all down in an e-mail which I sent to Tesco's customer complaints department and their chairman David Lewis, as per the text below.  So if you are currently shopping at Tesco, take heed when next you take down bottles from the top of their shelves!

After I had watered my eye sufficiently, and composed myself, I went to the supermarket I should have have gone to begin with - Waitrose.  Somehow I don't think they would have meted out the same treatment to me, although I could be wrong - time will tell.  Waitrose is a little farther away for me, but not much.  Anyway, Safety First!

"I took down a bottle of Tesco Anti Bacterial Cleaning Spray, and the top fell off, spraying me with the contents - at least a third of the bottle went over me, and into my right eye.

I stood there looking for help.  A suited staff member, stood in the next aisle, oblivious.  I went up to ask for help.  He just looked at me.  I said I got a chemical into my eyes, and needed to wash it out with water.

He unhurriedly walked towards the rear of the shop, and asked another staff member whether they had some water.  He was told there should be some near the staff area, there was a sink and a water bottle.  Which he proceeded to retrieve, in the same unhurried, what-makes-you-think-I-care sort of way.  He then handed me the bottle so I could bathe my eye, just standing there, not offering any help.

It isn't actually easy to wash one's eye standing up, but no offer of help was forthcoming.

I then said that there should be some sort of health & safety form to fill in?  He said that it was all done via telephone now, and asked a colleague about the telephone number, and started the call.  Again, as throughout the proceeding, he acted like nothing happened, no big deal, no need to say sorry, nothing.

He then gave the person on the telephone some details about what happened, and passed me on.  I offered my address etc, and then left them to it, to walk home and water my eye.

To Summarise:

(a)  This was a Tesco-produced, Tesco-sold bottle, full of a chemical liquid, that was not properly screwed shut, which poured all over me, including my eye - surely an apology should have been offered immediately.

(b)  This is a Health & Safety issue; staff had no way of knowing whether the chemical in the bottle was dangerous when splashed into eyes, and should have followed whatever procedures were appropriate (eg wash eye out for 10 to 15 minutes, call medical help).  Instead they did nothing, until I insisted they get some water.

(c)  Tesco's First Aiders - including the Suit-of-little-help who dealt with the incident - need some training.  He didn't know where the water was, he didn't know the telephone number of the Health & Safety incident room.  Even if he was new or from another store helping out, he should have immediately asked a more experienced staff member to help.  

(d)  Throughout the proceedings staff behaved as though whatever had happened had nothing to do with them, as though I was just making a nuisance of myself.  If I were more hysterically inclined, I could have started to scream and make a scene, until other customers took notice, which could have resulted in a lot of negative publicity."