Archive for December, 2005
a small world
0One of the things that I’m finding as my photography gets out there more is that the world is a very small place. It may seem huge when we want to travel or when someone we care about is thousands of miles away but it really is a small place.
And as special as we think our one little place in the world may be, there are more similarities between it and other places than we may realize.
In the last few weeks I have had comments from people in Australia and Scotland tell me that my photography reminds them of their homes. My little place in Flagstaff reminds someone of Australia or Scotland.
Now, since Scotland is one of my all-time favorite places to visit, it makes me take a moment and think about it. Do I live somewhere that is as beautiful as a place I wish to be? Do I take my surroundings for granted? Do I miss out on the subtle nuances of this town and what joys it may hold for a traveler?
I’m sure I do.
I know it’s beautiful. I try to capture that in my photography. But I never realize just how beautiful it is here until someone says that they wish they could be here or that this is one of their favorite places in the world.
And when someone comments that a photograph reminds them of home, that’s a huge compliment. So many things are connected to the idea of “home.”
If I’m able to bring home to a few people, that is a wonderful feeling.
constructing a life
0I was recently talking to a friend and he said that he didn’t want to be responsible for anyone else’s happiness. When in a relationship, it is each person’s responsibility to find their own happiness. Each person can enhance the other’s life but it is not the responsibility of one to increase the happiness quotient of the other.
I agree with this.
So often we will hear, “Oh, I would be so happy if only…” The sentence ends with “if he would do this for me” or “if only this would happen for me” or any other multitude of endings.
I think that we create our own happiness. I don’t think that we can put that responsibility on anyone else.
Oh, yeah…life can throw us some crazy curveballs that knock us down for a while. And yeah, it’s easy to get caught up in the negative. But I think that it’s imperative for our overall growth to find the things that make us happy and create a spot for ourselves that is pleasant.
I wouldn’t even say that it’s good to place people at the center of our happiness quotient. They have their own issues and if they are down, will we be down, as well? If we do place other people in that equation, perhaps it should be to recognize the impact they have on our lives and create a positive feeling around that.
I’m a pollyanna. I know this. I do tend to be the eternal optmist. But I do have experience with turning the bad into good.
When my life was at its darkest and I felt like the entire world was caving in on me and I wouldn’t, literally, survive until the next day, I would find things to make me smile.
The birds were singing outside. That’s a good sign.
I like the way the sun is coming through the blinds and making shadows on the walls.
That song really makes me feel like smiling and dancing and laughing.
This book, flower, color, view, whatever makes me happy today and I’m not going to allow anything to change that perspective.
These days I have much to be happy about. But even if all of those elements in my life weren’t there, I would make it a quest to find things that did please me and allowed me to be a happy person. I think it’s the only way to have a good, strong, long life.
american life in poetry: column 039
0BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE
Many of us keep journals, but while doing so few of us pay much attention to selecting the most precise words, to determining their most effective order, to working with effective pauses and breath-like pacing, to presenting an engaging impression of a single, unique day. This poem by Nebraskan Nancy McCleery is a good example of one poet’s carefully recorded observations.
December Notes
The backyard is one white sheet
Where we read in the bird tracks
The songs we hear. Delicate
Sparrow, heavier cardinal,
Filigree threads of chickadee.
And wing patterns where one flew
Low, then up and away, gone
To the woods but calling out
Clearly its bright epigrams.
More snow promised for tonight.
The postal van is stalled
In the road again, the mail
Will be late and any good news
Will reach us by hand.
Reprinted from “Girl Talk,” The Backwaters Press, 2002, by permission of the author. Copyright (c) 1994 by Nancy McCleery. This weekly column is supported by The Poetry Foundation, The Library of Congress, and the Department of English at the University of Nebraska, Lincoln. This column does not accept unsolicited poetry.
thinking about
0I am thinking about some of you who I know read my blog with some regularity. There are those of you who rarely comment but read. There are those of you who do comment. There are those of you who send me e-mails instead of commenting publicly.
To all of you, I want to say thank you.
Thank you for taking time out of your busy lives to give my thoughts a moment. Thank you for pausing to hear my ramblings. Thank you for taking the time to share in the joys of my life (and there are many – I’m not under any misconceptions about that) and to share in the sadness of my life (thankfully, not as much in this category).
Thank you for supporting me, for giving me a “way to go” on occasion and for giving me that kick in the butt when I need it.
Someone recently wrote to me and said that she thought I would write here even if no one read it. And that’s true. I’ve been writing in journals for decades and no one has ever read those (although, that is to change soon – I’ll be doing a Retro Saturday post starting tomorrow – just to assess how far I’ve come and what my dreams and fears were back in the day). However, you all make this much more enjoyable.
I like knowing that I’m not alone in some of my thoughts. I like knowing that there are people out there who care about me and who do the most awesome things to make sure I know that.
I have made friends through this blog. I have come to care about some of you very much and I appreciate everythign you share with me.
Some people I’ve known for years and have even met in person. Others I’ve only known through the virtual medium. However I know you, know that you are cherished and appreciated. You make this all worth the effort and the time. You make me smile (and sometimes even cry with the poignancy in which you write).
I don’t want to leave anyone out but I need to do something here. I would like to make two special mentions just because I adore these two people and they have made a huge impact on my life (and, fortunately for me, I’ve met both of them in person and they are just as wonderful there).
Sometimes those we love are having a difficult time and I want both of these people to know that I am thinking of them and sending healing thoughts to both.
ash – I love you. I miss your writings. I miss your musings. I miss my friend, sweetpea. Give the prince and princess big hugs for me and make sure their mommy knows that she is cherished. Don’t hide out for too long. I want to hear from you.
On Vancouver Island, I was fortunate enough to meet some wonderful people and to spend time in their house, enjoying the warmth of family. Last Christmas, I was there, with them. This Christmas, I want to send out special thoughts to them. J., heal well. I’m sending positive thoughts your way and thinking of you daily. Don’t let that furry goodness you’ve got bounce off of you anymore! :-) Much love to you and your family. You are loved from down here in the south.
And to the rest of my readers: thank you again. You make this all so much fun. I enjoy knowing you are here with me, sharing in all of this fun stuff we call life. Much love and appreciation.
dawn
the best things
0I was racing around yesterday. I had last minute gifts to get, a salad to make, Dakota to feed and take care of, and I had to remember things.
I’m typically the early one to family gatherings. In fact, my brother often tells me that it’s okay for me to show up early and hang out with the kids if I want.
Last night I got there after everyone else and they commented on it. My sister said she was afraid to go in to my brother’s house since I wasn’t already there. Everyone had commented on it and wondered where I was. I’m never late.
I walk in and I’m attacked by little people. Willow flings herself at me and hugs me. “Dawn!” Kooper runs over and puts his arms around my leg. Justice plays the huggy game with me that we often play (we open our arms wide and then stalk each other for hugs and kisses). Lillynn even toddled her way over to me.
I was surrounded by love and softness and giggles and kisses.
Is there anything better?
Yeah…it only gets better.
I’m down on the floor (a place you often find me when kids are around) playing with Lillynn. She had climbed into my lap and was loving on me and hugging me. She leaned into kiss me and all of a sudden, my arms are filled with Justice, too. He leans in to kiss me. We have a three-way kiss going on and then giggles.
And then more kisses.
Hugs.
Kisses.
Giggles.
I think I was in baby heaven. I was getting so much love and it was awesome.
The best, though, was when Kooper, who has a speech disability, said my name. And then moments later, Justice, who is learning how to pronounce words, said my name.
My beautiful boys know who I am by name.
My heart filled to exploding.
longest night
0What a perfect night to celebrate a holiday. It is the longest night of the year and it’s a downward slide toward spring and summer from here. It’s a night of sparkling lights, good cheer, family, fun, and love.
Happy Solstice, my friends.
While you may not celebrate the Solstice, I hope that the day brings you all of the joy you could hope for.
Tonight, I will be joining my brother’s family at his house for our Solstice dinner…turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing, mashed potatoes, salad, and other goodies. Yum.
I will be surrounding by all of the little munchkins that I adore: Willow, Kooper, Justice, and Lillynn. I will get to watch them open their presents and will see their eyes light up as the paper comes off.
I will play board games with my family and laugh and have fun.
I will be smiling, feeling warm and safe in my world as the magic of the season descends upon me and surrounds me in love and life and laughter.
I couldn’t ask for anything more.
living poetry
0On Monday, NPR did a segment on the Poetry Archive that is being established by Britain’s Poet Laureate, Andrew Motion. On that site, we will be able to hear poetry spoken by the writers themselves. One of the recordings that fascinated me was Tennyson’s recording of “The Charge of the Light Brigade.” It is one of the oldest recordings on the site. Thomas Edison made the recording on a wax template.
While I was visiting NPR, I also came across the Poetry Foundation which led me to today’s entry at American Life in Poetry. The purpose of the site is to bring poetry back into everyday life. Each week, they will e-mail me a new poem and I will share that here with you.
American Life in Poetry: Column 038
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE
I’d guess that many women remember the risks and thrills of their first romantic encounters in much the same way California poet Leslie Monsour does in this poem.
Fifteen
The boys who fled my father’s house in fear
Of what his wrath would cost them if he found
Them nibbling slowly at his daughter’s ear,
Would vanish out the back without a sound,
And glide just like the shadow of a crow,
To wait beside the elm tree in the snow.
Something quite deadly rumbled in his voice.
He sniffed the air as if he knew the scent
Of teenage boys, and asked, “What was that noise?”
Then I’d pretend to not know what he meant,
Stand mutely by, my heart immense with dread,
As Father set the traps and went to bed.Reprinted from “The Alarming Beauty of the Sky,” published by Red Hen Press, 2005, by permission of the author. Copyright (c) 1998 by Leslie Monsour. This weekly column is supported by The Poetry Foundation, The Library of Congress, and the Department of English at the University of Nebraska, Lincoln. This column does not accept unsolicited poetry.
for the love of…
0Another thing I love: water. I love the feeling of it as it washes over my body in the shower. I love to soak in it in a bathtub. I love to glide through it in a pool or the ocean or a lake. I like to hear the sound of it rolling over rocks, lapping at the beach, roaring through a canyon.
If I didn’t worry so much about the replenishment of water, I’d probably take 30 minute long showers or baths every single day. I will stand in a shower and get lost in the feeling of the water raining down upon me, soaking in the wetness.
The sound of water is pleasing to me. I love to sit inside during the monsoons and listen to the rain pour down outside, streaming along my windows. The way it creates puddles along my driveway and cleans my car and waters the plants is a joy. Walking around it, as it soaks my skin, is like drinking the sweetest of nectars.
I love the power of water. I love being in the ocean, body-surfing or boogey-boarding on a wave and feeling that fear and exhileration as a wave pulls me under. It humbles me. I realize, at that moment, that I am tiny. I am organic matter that will go back to the earth eventually while the ocean continues to roll on.
if wishes were fishes
0I have love affairs with cities. Some of the most beautiful cities in the world have been at the center of my fantasies: San Francisco, Edinburgh, and Vancouver. I have even had a love affair with London with its amazing museums and rich history. I could lose myself in those winding streets and emerge, after dusk, happy and satisfied, filled on the delights of the city.
My current love affair is Vancouver. I long to see her again, to taste the salt air on my lips, to breath in the pine-scented breeze.
I didn’t get to see enough on the three trips I took in the last year. It wasn’t nearly enough.
I want to taste, smell, hear, feel, and see more.
I long to walk along the streets and pop in somewhere for fresh sushi.
I want to wander around the library until I find that perfect place to sit and read and watch and listen.
I want to walk along the shore and hear the tide roll in.
I’m craving it.
While my love affairs are most definitely one-sided, they are love affairs. I miss the cities that I fall in love with. I wish to be with them.
The thing about cities, though, is that they never fail me. They continue on, enticing me, never disappointing because I have seen their flaws, their dirty laundry and their scars and I still love them.
Oh, Vancouver…
english 520 final project
0This needs a lot more analysis, I realize. It was my first major graduate level paper and it’s something I’ll be working on in my next semester, as well, so it’s still a work in progress.
The Blogosphere: The Rhetorics of a Woman’s Role in Virtual Communities
We are well into the new millennia and the age-old saga continues: the battle of the sexes is alive and well in cyberspace. That vast virtual frontier that was heralded as free and open and available to anyone who wanted to have a space in it is not so free and open, at least not linguistically. Writers on the internet, specifically in weblogs (blogs), must conform to a homogenous linguistic style in order to be accepted and even ranked as a “top blog�?. As Steven Levy, Newsweek technology columnist writes, “These self-generated personal Web sites are supposed to be the ultimate grass-roots phenomenon.�? (Levy) However, women’s blogs are rarely heralded as top ranked or important in the male-dominated blogging hierarchies. If they are considered “good reads,�? they are typically about politics, dating, or sex, a “Sex in the City�? meets “The West Wing�? type of discourse. Write about the things that men want to read about and you’re in. Write about the things that interest other women or are the typical “private sphere�? issues, and you’re likely to have your blog read by your family and friends – and intermittently, at that. In fact, Amanda Marcotte, a blogger, speaks of this issue in Stephanie Schorow’s article, “Broads on Blogs.�? “Women often run up against the attitude, Marcotte remarks, that “guys make the rules and they get to decide the impact of a woman’s issue. Women, for obvious reasons, are going to write about women’s issues more.” (Schorow)
Who Blogs
More importantly, maybe, should be the question, who doesn’t blog? According to Herring, et. al.,
“In the five years since the introduction of the first free web-based blogging tools (Pitas and Blogger; Blood, 2002b), the number of people creating and maintaining blogs has grown exponentially, from fewer than 100 to over four million (Henning, 2003). Anecdotal accounts also suggest that they are diverse: the mainstream media have reported on popular blogs authored by individuals as varied as university adjuncts, dark horse candidates for political office, and a gay Iraqi dissident (McCarthy, 2003). As yet, however, there has been little empirical examination of the claim that blogs are “democratic,�? or that blog authors represent diverse demographic groups.�?
Herring, et. al. make the argument that this free-range frontier, the virtual wild west, has its Wild Bill Hickocks and Buffalo Bill Codys. There are the famous and the infamous in blogging and, by and large, like their 1800s Wild West counterparts, they are men. Herring, et. al, continue,
“An initial consideration of the demographics of blog authors reveals an apparent paradox. Quantitative studies report as many (or more, depending on what one counts as a blog) female as male blog authors, and as many (or more) young people as adults (Henning, 2003; Orlowski, 2003), suggesting a diverse population of bloggers as regards gender and age representation. At the same time, as will be shown, contemporary discourses about weblogs, such as those propagated through the mainstream media, in scholarly communication, and in weblogs themselves, tend to disproportionately feature adult, male bloggers.�?
The real dissonance, therefore, is between the mainstream media and the actual numbers – we think. There is no conclusive evidence on who makes up the demographics of the blogging world nor, I suspect, will there ever be. Much of blogging is done anonymously. Some bloggers pride themselves in crossing gender lines or in portraying themselves as gender-neutral. It is only with those self-reporting bloggers do we have some idea about who is actually blogging.
That being said, there is a general media bias toward a certain demographic of the blogging world. “Media reportage about weblogs, even when ostensibly concerned with the phenomenon of blogging in general, tends to focus on adult male weblog authors.�? (Herring, et. al.)
The Women of Blogging
There are millions of blogs on the internet. Women, men, and children have all gotten into the habit of logging in daily to write about their topic du jour. On the Technorati Top 100 blogs (http://technorati.com/pop/blogs/), the women of blogging have very homogenous voices: political. Save one. Heather B. Hamilton Armstrong, also known to the world of blogging as “Dooce�? is a stay-at-home-mom (SAHM). However, Heather staked her claim to fame by being fired from her position as a web designer for blogging about her work. In 2002, Heather’s coworkers and supervisors found extremely derogatory statements made about them on her blog. On January 17, 2002, Heather writes,
“Ignore the inane string of email from the Vice President of Spin to the Vice President of Enabling His Fist Up Your Ass, cc’d to everyone in the company because, really, what’s a cock fight without an audience? Instant message the only other cool person in the office - the only other person who’s not wearing a belt that matches his shoes – to tell him that Her Wretchedness is once again ordering Prada shoes online and talking about it out loud.�?
(Armstrong)
This entry is a rather mild one in comparison to many of her entries. Heather continues her attacks on March 6, 2002,
“When she talks with her hands she looks like she’s molesting the air around her, sticking her fingers in holes and around forbidden curves. Often the air around her is the air around me, and my air doesn’t appreciate it. She’ll walk from her desk to mine, stand behind my chair and say, “I just thought of something.�? She always says this and wants me to believe that she has really just thought of something.�?
(Armstrong)
Heather writes about her work situation from June 2001 until February of 2002 when she writes, “I lost my job today. My direct boss and the human resources representative pulled me into one of three relatively tiny conference rooms and informed me that The Company no longer had any use for me. Essentially, they explained, they didn’t like what I had expressed on my website. I got fired because of dooce.com.�? (Armstrong) The firing doesn’t stop her from writing negative comments about her former co-workers and supervisors. In fact, she continues, to this day, to write an anniversary entry about the day she got fired. One of the reasons Heather is so popular (number nine on Technorati’s top 100 list), is because she was contacted by the mainstream media regarding her situation. She was well connected throughout the Los Angeles area and made her connections work for her. She was written up in the New York Times, the Washington Post, and linked by several prominent Los Angeles community websites. Reading Heather’s blog today is similar to reading Woman’s Day or Parenting but with more slang and profanity. Heather has a monthly entry that she writes for her daughter, chronicling the things that have changed in the last month. In November, she writes,
“Dear Leta, Today you turn 21 months old. To celebrate we filled a shot glass with apple juice and let you slam it back. Not really, but what I would give to be in the room when my mother reads that. It’s my way of getting back at her for teaching you how to fold your arms and be reverent while someone is praying.�?
(Armstrong)
Heather is still irreverent and sassy. She may write about messy diapers and cleaning up dog vomit and complain about her family members but she does so in a way that amuses her readers.
The other top women of blogging write specifically about the politics of the United States. The Huffington Post (#5), is Arianna Huffington’s entry into the blog world. She has guest writers as well as Associated Press newsfeeds. Huffington, who has been producing this blog since May 9, 2005 (yes, it’s that new!), writes on various topics such as “Katrina Relief: It’s Iraq Déjà vu All Over Again,�? “Bush’s New Plan for Victory: Stop Saying ‘Insurgents’,�? and “The Liberal Love Boat.�? For Huffington, who writes nearly every day and often more than once a day, everyone is fair game. In writing about Bob Woodward’s lack of exposés on the Bush administration, she says, “Some would say it’s because he’s carrying water for the Bushies. I disagree. I think it’s because he’s the dumb blonde of American journalism, so awed by his proximity to power that he buys whatever he’s being sold.�? (Huffington, November 28, 2005) Huffington calls Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger to the mat after his proposition defeat by stating, “And it struck me, isn’t this exactly the way an abuser operates? Bully, browbeat, name-call — to say nothing of spend millions on attack ads — and then desperately try to kiss and make up.�? (Huffington, November 9, 2005)
Huffington is witty and intelligent. She is often the requested pundit when hosts like Bill Maher want someone who is not afraid to speak her mind, no matter who is on the other end. However, I can’t help but notice that she is also playing the political game in quite the same way men do: she calls names, she attacks like a pit bull, and she doesn’t let up. She is playing politics according to the language that has been established by her male counterparts.
Rounding out the women of the Top 10 at Technorati is Michelle Malkin. Malkin, a career news journalist and current commentator for Fox News, writes conservative-centered entries. Malkin writes about Janeane Garofalo, “Janeane Garofalo, left-wing actress-turned-Air America radio host, is a miserable woman. Last week before the holidays, she turned up on cable TV. No, not to count her blessings but to rant against conservative journalist Bob Novak, author Ann Coulter, and the Fox News Channel. She didn’t have anything better to do for Thanksgiving?�? (Malkin, November 30, 2005)
Malkin doesn’t actually write a whole lot in her blog. She allows others to do the research for her and then posts their findings. She will write a short, attacking blurb, “Lots of blog buzz over MoveOn.org’s latest, noxious anti-war propaganda�? and then follows it up with commentary from another site, “Best of the Web reported yesterday on a sharp-eyed Army captain’s reaction to that scene in MoveOn’s fund-raising ploy.�? (Malkin, November 30, 2005)
Malkin, like Huffington, is intelligent and witty and yet still resorts to name calling and finger-pointing. She uses to the same discourse that is heard on the Drudge Report written by Matt Drudge or in Bill O’Reilly’s opinions or in Rush Limbaugh’s commentaries. The message is clear: If you want to be recognized, you must write in the same language that men use. In Justice Interruptus, Nancy Fraser affirms this theory, “The least powerful are faced with cultural and symbolic forms of exclusion such as cultural domination, nonrecognition, and disrespect.�? (Fraser, 13-14) Jacqueline J. Lambiase confirms this sentiment as she recalls the German feminist Christa Wolf’s writings on the mythical figure, Cassandra. “Since Cassandra’s time, Wolf asserts, women compulsively still feel the need “to adapt�? to the patriarchal discourse “or disappear�?, even in the twenty-first century.�? (Lambiase, 111) She continues, “…not only have male voices almost exclusively created the framework of language that gives meaning to information technology, but these same voices also have claimed a disproportionate textual presence through this technology.�? (Lambiase, 112)
The Topics of Blogs
Mommy blogs. Baby blogs. Parent blogs. David Hochman, columnist for The New York Times, writes, “As stomach bugs go, the one that hit the Allen family of Redmond, Wash., this month certainly got a lot of play. Barely an hour after Jaxon, 5, showed his first miserable symptoms, his mother was posting her satirical account of Pukefest 2005 on her Internet blog, Catawampus.�? (Hochman) Blogs that post about every day life (including Armstrong’s Dooce.com which is mentioned in Hochman’s column) are found in abundance on the internet. However, they are treated with some degree of scorn. While Hochman chose to write an entire column on this phenomenon, his second paragraph reads, “The world’s most thankless occupation, parenthood, has never inspired so much copy. For the generation that begat reality television it seems that there is not a tale from the crib (no matter how mundane or scatological) that is unworthy of narration.�? (Hochman)
That private sphere is supposed to be kept private. Emotions, family matters, children’s illnesses are to be kept within the walls of the home life. Alison M. Jaggar writes, “Within the western philosophical tradition, emotions usually have been considered as potentially or actually subversive of knowledge. From Plato until the present, with a few notable exceptions, reason rather than emotion has been regarded as the indispensable faculty for acquiring knowledge.�? (Jaggar, 145) She continues, “Not only has reason been contrasted with emotion, but it has also been associated with the mental, the cultural, the universal, the public, and the male, whereas emotion has been associated with the irrational, the physical, the natural, the particular, the private, and, of course, the female.�? (Jaggar, 145) Women write about what they enjoy. They write about the subjects they know. They write in a voice that gives them status within their communities; communities frequently devoid of men. These voices are often filled with emotion, speak of the private, and are, largely, female. Tenn, a SAHM, writes,
“During some recent web surfing in the blogosphere I noticed a disturbing trend. I noticed that while political blogs are getting lots of attention due to the bloggers at the convention it has led to some downsides as well. I have read many “Why can’t it be me” or “I’m just a mom” or “My blog is boring” comments. That saddens me – because we may be mothers and we may be blogging about our children and our daily lives but that does not make a “mommy blog” insignificant. On the contrary some of the most inspiring blogs I have read have been written by other homeschooling mothers.�?
(Tenn)
A Sense of Community
Tenn points out, indirectly, one of the draws of the blogging world: community. Tenn has connected with other mothers who, like her, are homeschooling mothers. The sense of community, the sense of having a kindred spirit, if online, is one that draws the typical blogger back again and again. Sibylle Gruber writes, “Supporters of virtual communities have argued that cyberspace moves beyond the restrictions of face-to-face communities and creates opportunities for communication that do not exist in “real�? space.�? She emphasizes the connection by quoting Derek Foster’s idea of online cohesiveness that is “the subjective criterion of togetherness, a feeling of connectedness that confers a sense of belonging.�? (Gruber, 79) In a world where neighbors seem farther away and where interpersonal connections are increasingly difficult to make, the online blogging community is a place to meet others who have the same interests or same concerns.
Anita Blanchard, in trying to understand the need for online communities, defines their importance as two-fold.
“First, virtual communities are considered important for social reasons. As CMC [computer-mediated communication] groups initially became popular, community activists argued that they would help replace the relationships lost as people became more isolated from their neighbors (Rheingold, 1993; Schuler, 1996). Some researchers even argued that virtual communities could allow people to connect with others from around the world who share similar interests (Wellman & Guilia, 1999) This would not necessarily create a global village, but it would expand a person’s village around the globe (Hampton & Wellman, 2001). As people became more connected with others through these virtual communities, they would reap the benefits of social relationships with like minded others.
A second, more practical, reason for the importance of virtual communities relates to the CMC group’s sustainability. The term “community�? implies an emotionally positive effect to which even critics of the use of the term agree (Harris, 1999). Information science professionals and psychologists argue that this positive emotion creates an intrinsically rewarding reason to continue participation in the group (Kuo, 2003; Whitworth & De Moor, 2003). When participants experience feelings of community, they are more likely to increase or maintain their participation in the virtual communities.�?
(Blanchard)
Democratizing Blogging
What is the issue in blogging? Are women really being blocked from recognition by the mainstream media or other men or is it because they write about life outside of politics and are not the witty pundits that make for good sound bites?
The truth of the matter is that women are frequently silenced in male-dominated societies. The technology world, and the internet in particular, have long been the domains of men. Cheris Kramarae writes,
“Women (and members of other subordinate groups) are not as free or as able as men are to say what they wish, when and where they wish, because the words and the norms for their use have been formulated by the dominant group, men. So women cannot as easily or as directly articulate their experiences as men can. Women’s perceptions differ from those of men because women’s subordination means they experience life differently. However, the words and norms for speaking are not generated from or fitted to women’s experiences. Women are thus “muted.�? Their talk is often not considered of much value by men – who are, or appear to be, deaf and blind to much of women’s experiences. Words constantly ignored may eventually come to be unspoken and perhaps even unthought.�? (19)
Why are women muted? Why might men feel that their discourse was not as important as a more male-centric discourse? Kramarae writes,
“The public areas of life – and public discourse – in most societies appear to be controlled by males. The work, interests, and talk of women are not considered as important to men as men’s own work, interests, and talk. Women do, of course, speak. However, in public discourse especially, “the appropriate language registers often seem to have been ‘encoded’ by males, [and thus] women may be at a disadvantage when wishing to express matters of peculiar concern to them.�? Unless their views are presented in a form acceptable to men, and to women brought up in the male idiom, they will not be given a proper hearing. (S. Ardener, 1975).�? (20)
Paula Span reiterates this (but in a more enjoyable fashion) when she writes,
“As for cyberspace…no one’s hung a “No Girls Allowed�? sign on the door. It’s often a male clubhouse nonetheless, one girls can enter provided they are willing and able to scramble through the briers, shinny up the tree, ignore the skinned knees and announce that they can spit a watermelon seed just as far as the guys inside can. Figuratively speaking.�? (410)
But is it really the language that is keeping women from enjoying the same popularity as men or is it something else? Can we blame all of the blogging world’s seemingly sexist viewpoint on the differences of language and how men and women relate to one another’s discourse?
Herring, et. al. claim that it really may be the way blogging “favorites�? are chosen and how the system works rather than any single group of people trying to suppress the voices of other groups.
“Blog authors themselves contribute unwittingly to creating a hierarchy within the blogosphere with adult males at the top. They do this by linking to “A-list�? blogs, which tend overwhelmingly to be filter-type blogs created by men, thereby contributing to these blogs’ perceived popularity and status. The “A-list�? blogs, in turn, link mostly to other men’s blogs: in a count of links from the blogrolls of the top ten blogs (as determined by number of incoming links), Ratliff (2003) found that only 16% led to sites of female bloggers. As we have seen, men are more likely than women or teens to comment in their own blogs on political issues. They are also more likely to post entries to public-access group sites such as Metafilter (cf. Krishnamurthy, 2002). Thus male blogs are more likely to be very popular (where popularity is defined in terms of number of incoming links), and males are more likely to frequent popular blogs. To the extent that those who write about blogs focus on those that are most popular or otherwise have the highest public profile, the tendency for men to be featured is partially explained.
This leads to the question of what defines a blog. Is it the listing of ideas and links to other sites on a webpage (the basic definition of a filter weblog)? Or is it the daily entry of anything and everything, depending on the blogger’s choice of topics. Herring, et. al. contend that those who first called themselves bloggers, those who write filter blogs, do not consider the daily journal-type entries “blogs.�?
Bloggers … are presumably not intending to exclude women and youth from the definition of blogging. Rather, they are defining the weblog based on their own activities and those of the people they know, and extrapolating back in time to the antecedents of those activities. In so doing, however, they overlook an important phenomenon that predates [the] first filter, and in which women and teens play a central role: the online journal.�?
In fact, “From the outset, online journals, like the tradition of hand-written diaries they draw from, have been associated with women (McNeil, 2003). Flynn (2003) describes the rise of online communities of women journaling about weight loss, illness, pregnancy, child rearing, and other topics of special concern. Women (and men) also journal about events in their everyday lives.�? (Herring, et. al.)
In all fairness, even journalists, scholars, and the blogging community as a whole are not trying to marginalize women and their private-made-public discourse. Herring, et. al, sum it up well when they state, “participants in such discourses do not appear to be seeking consciously to marginalize females and youth. Rather, journalists are following “newsworthy�? events, scholars are orienting to the practices of the communities under investigation, bloggers are linking to popular sites, and blog historians are recounting what they know from first-hand experience.�?
These actions have the unfortunate outcome of marginalizing a selected group of bloggers and promoting the notion that the male blogger’s voice is the voice of reason, of authority, and of importance. Only when the issues that are important to mainstream women become “newsworthy�? or hold scholarship merit among academicians, will women’s voices in weblogs be equal to men’s.
That time seems to be a long way off.
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