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Friday, November 26, 2010
And You Thought You Had Thanksgiving Off: Gender Inequality in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade byLily Blau - The Huffington Post
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I've never been big on parades. Crowds of people crammed together, inevitably sweating or freezing, no one under six feet tall getting a good view. But from the comfort of my parents' kitchen, the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade is a tradition even I don't like to forgo. I don't get up early to watch, but with my whole family crowded into the one room, all vying for counter space or the good knife, it's the only acceptable accompaniment.
The parade attracts over 3.5 million people to the often frigid streets of New York, plus over 50 million people who watch the performers and balloons from home. But no matter whether these observers are avidly engrossed or peeking up from their poultry prep, all of them are absorbing one simple fact: from cartoon cats to historical heroes, there aren't many female figures floating by.
Look, no lady balloons!
Holidays are an obnoxious time to pick a fight. The holiday spirit implies not kicking your brother under the table and leaving partisan politics outside the dining room so your relatives can digest their meal in peace. But not everyone can afford to take the vacation.
On November 10 of this year, Lynnette Long, president of Equal Visibility Everywhere--a not-for-profit charmingly acronymed EVE--published a blog on the astounding under-representation of female characters among the Macy's parade balloons. For a few key feminists, despite the holiday, it was a call to action.
In the 84-year, 129-character history of the parade, only 10 female characters have ever sailed down the avenues. "Parade balloons are not a trivial issue," said Long. "Every year millions of young girls eagerly attend Macy's and other parades, only to look up and see nothing but male characters float by." Long concluded with a latent call for action: "Hopefully, one day, the parade skies of the United States will be filled with an equal number of male and female characters."
But the call didn't stay latent for long. The blog post got the attention of Lyn Mikal Brown at Hardy Girls Healthy Women, a nonprofit devoted to the health, well-being, and empowerment of girls and women. HGHW, in turn, reached out to SPARK, a newly formed coalition of feminist organizations helmed by Deb Tolman, a professor at Hunter College. SPARK had its first event right before Halloween, a conference I attended and wrote about.
For every holiday there could probably be an anti-holiday of feminist grievances. SPARK's first event was timed to raise consciousness about the sexualization of Halloween costumes for women and girls. Now it's the lack of women in the Thanksgiving Day parade. I suppose you could ask what's next? An awareness day for Mrs. Claus? St. Valentine's girlfriend? The Easter Bunny's mom? In some ways, the last thing even I want with the turkey is a side of feminist frustration.
But the truth is, the lack of visibility of women and girls in our culture and the media--while a year-round issue--is more insidious during the holidays. These are the moments for the stories we love, the characters we identify with and want to celebrate. If the characters are overwhelmingly male, what do we internalize about who matters?
This isn't just important for young girls: how we see females portrayed and whether we see them featured at all affects how boys and men--how all of us--understand and relate to girls and women.
So SPARK decided to step up the call for equal balloon representation and set a date for the goal. How's 2012 sound?
The answer is up to Terry J. Lundgren, CEO of Macy's, Inc, and the designated recipient of SPARK's petition demanding balance among the balloons. Maybe it's up to you, too, if you want to sign.
"This isn't just about the Macy's Day Parade," says Brown. "This is part of a larger pattern of girls underrepresented in the media."
"The parade is a concrete way to see the issue," explains Tolman.
The ability to pick up on this item and run with it is central to SPARK's mission: to create a feminist network. By connecting big organizations with small ones, SPARK lends the power of a greater voice to grassroots groups that are not encased in bureaucracy and therefore may be more creative with their energies.
Like the can of cranberry sauce that's sitting directly in the center of the shelf, often the most difficult issues to see are the ones that are right in front of us. But just recognizing them is perhaps the most important step toward change.
There's no good reason why female characters can't be equally represented in the Parade. True, the lack of parity reflects the general state of the media, but with a history of only 129 balloons total, it doesn't seem like a lot to ask. Given TV, books, movies, and all of history, I think most of us could come up with 64 characters to fill the ranks. Who knows... maybe even 65.
Which women, girls, and female characters would you like to see in The Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade?
Sunday, November 21, 2010
The Main Course Had an Unhappy Face by Ariel Kaminer - NYTimes.com
She was a beautiful bird, a Bourbon Red turkey whose rich brown feathers were flecked with white, and she had spent her days roaming free around an organic farm that overlooked the Hudson River. But as I stood watching her, she did not seem happy. Instead, with her almond eyes downcast, her subdued manner suggested a kind of forbearance.
Perhaps she sensed I was not there to make friends. In truth, I was there to kill her.
We were standing in Madani Halal, a family-run slaughterhouse in Ozone Park, Queens, that follows Islamic dietary strictures. Many of the small New York State farms that bring their livestock there are drawn, however, by something more basic: the slaughterhouse’s commitment to minimizing the animals’ discomfort.
Its staff is also committed to the idea that people should know what they are eating, which is why Madani, along with a small but significant number of farms, allows customers to choose their animals, to witness their slaughter and even, for those so inclined, to wield the sharpened knife. It’s all part of the broader cultural effort to escape the climate-controlled, linoleum-lined artificiality of supermarket shopping, in which meat magically appears all ready for your oven and animals are characters in children’s storybooks.
Still, there’s a big difference between shopping at a greenmarket and actually dragging a blade across the throat of a living creature.
Out of view of the other birds (so as not to scare them), Imran Uddin, the guy to see at Madani Halal, turned my turkey upside down and placed her, head first, in one of the inverted cones that lined a long stainless-steel table. She seemed calm. I was scared. Scared that I would fail — that at the moment of truth I would hesitate, and thereby hurt the bird, and scared that I would succeed and end up with blood on my hands, literally and figuratively. So I asked Mr. Uddin to hold the knife with me.
Taking the turkey’s head with his other hand, he pronounced, “Bismillah Allahu Akbar,” Arabic for “In the name of Allah the great.” Then, in one swift movement, we cut her throat.
The bird’s body went slack, and her head — still attached — sank slowly into the blood-lined tray beneath. After a few moments, she roused again for a quick bout of flapping, but at last came to rest, head curled to one side, wings tucked around herself, and a single foot pointing straight up in the air.
Stepping out of the slaughterhouse and squinting at the light, I didn’t feel brave. I didn’t feel idealistic. I felt crummy.
That feeling is a modern carnivore’s ultimate luxury, a measure of how much distance lies between us and our food sources, and how much comfort we take from it. Slaughtering a turkey felt shocking to me, but for most human beings it would have been routine; if you want meat, you kill it, end of story.
Stone and Thistle Farm, in upstate New York, is another place that encourages people to get involved with the slaughtering process. Every year before Thanksgiving, said Denise Warren, one half of the husband-and-wife team that runs the farm, people come up to help, and no one is allowed to play the role of innocent bystander.
Ms. Warren said the motivations vary: people trying to work their way to a turkey they could not otherwise afford, vegetarians looking to test their beliefs and some drawn by the hearty farm table lunches she serves. “I think they get the true experience that we’ve lost,” she says, “that Thanksgiving used to be a celebration of our harvest.”
Stone and Thistle charges $3.75 per pound for its turkeys, the standard broadbreasted whites and bronzes.
For my Bourbon Red, a heritage breed, I paid $7 a pound and hauled it home on the subway in a black plastic bag. And then what? The only turkeys I had ever cooked were Schwarzeneggerian giants, their exaggerated pectorals bursting forth from their plastic wrapping. This heritage bird, however, was eight pounds, a mere starling by comparison. No recipe I found was of any use. So I contacted the next of kin — Hart Perry, the farmer who raised her at Southwood farm, outside Hudson, N.Y.
He seemed untroubled at the thought of an amateur having ended the bird’s life, and he was resolute on the best way to cook her. “We heritage Bourbon Reds are very tasty,” he wrote in an e-mail, slipping into character, “and require no seasoning since that would interfere with our inherent deliciousness. Just salt and pepper.” Against the advice of two chefs, I did as he said, setting the oven to 350 degrees; it was the most flavorful turkey I had ever had.
For those carnivores who are truly at one with the world, killing your own meat might feel almost like a spiritual act, a way to participate in every step of the life cycle. That’s not how it went for me. I found it upsetting and, on some very basic level, gross.
I won’t be doing it every time I need a chicken to roast. But it is a strong corrective to dislocation and alienation of our industrial food system, a chance for once to understand what we are eating and where it came from.
Whatever the time of year, that chance is a reason to give thanks.
E-mail: citycritic@nytimes.com
Monday, November 30, 2009
Council Member Elizabeth S. Crowley at the Peter Cardella Senior Center on Thanksgiving...
Monday, November 23, 2009
Kids Reenact The First Thanksgiving - Babelgum.com
American history is brought to life by children in this true-to-life reenactment of the first Thanksgiving.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Councilwoman-Elect Elizabeth Crowley Celebrates Thanksgiving with the Children of the Greater Ridgewood Youth Center
Afterward, Bob Monahan, President of GRYC who directs the Little Stars UPK gave Ms. Crowley a tour of the facility's classrooms that serve 162 families principally from the Glendale, Ridgewood, and Maspeth communities. "The GRYC provides precious services both for youth just entering into school and for those who are entering into the workforce. These services are invaluable and as Councilmember of the 30th CD I will work to ensure that GRYC remains a strong vibrant community center."
Friday, December 14, 2007
Thanksgiving Day 2007, November 22nd...
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