Blogger Getting Weirder by the Minute

I can’t stop celebrating the brilliant idea to move this blog to WordPress that I got in May of this year. After all the issues it has had and all the multiple ways in which Blogger has let its users down, it has now come out with a policy of deleting the following kinds of blogs altogether:

– Affiliate marketing.
– Content created with scripts and programs, rather than by hand.
– Content or links referencing referral-based activities such as GPT, MMH (“Make Money from Home”), MMF (“Make Money Fast”), MLM (“Multi-Level Marketing”), PTC, or PTS.
– Content scraped from other blogs / websites.
– Copyright Infringement.
– Large blogs with multiple, unfocused / unrelated subjects.
– Links to Illegal Downloads / Streaming / Torrents.

God keep us all from some ignoramus at Blogger deciding what consists copyright infringement. Also, this potentially endangers every single blog that linked to absolutely any website whatsoever. How am I to guarantee that a website I linked to 2 years ago hasn’t had an “illegal torrent” (whatever that even is) placed on it in the meanwhile?

And what about “large blogs with multiple, unfocused / unrelated subjects”? My blog is large because I post like crazy. I also address any topic that catches my fancy at any given moment. Who will decide if the blog is “focused” enough for Blogger’s standards?


Intersex People and Trans Women Discriminated Against in Australia

Apparently, the definition of a sex offender in Australia is a person whose existence offends some folks’ bigoted sensibilities. Intersex people and pre-op trans women are now required to place themselves on the sex offender list to get the medication they need:

Cyproterone Acetate, better known as Androcur, is an anti-androgen medication taken by both male and female intersex individuals.  A change in Australian health care policy, though, means that intersex people–those born with both male and female biological traits–can only get Androcur by signing themselves onto a potential sex offenders’ list.  The same is true for female-indentified transsexuals, who take the drug to suppress male hormones.

We are all used to the fact that the definition of a sex offender keeps getting diluted to fit in as many puritanical concerns as possible. This new development in Australia, however, is so offensive to any reasonable person that words fail me to address it.

WTF, Australia? WTF?

Bush Versus Obama

Can anybody explain to me why so many people opposed Bush’s invasion of Iraq “to remove a bloody dictator” and simultaneously support Obama’s bombings of Libya “aimed at removing a bloody dictator”? Is messing in other countries’ affairs a good thing when it is carried out by a politician you support?

I just don’t get the logic here. If you were anti-Iraq war, how can you be cheering on what’s happening in Libya?

And please don’t tell me “there is a huge difference between an intervention “that helps forces that want to be helped” and invading a country to “liberate” it, ready or not.” Bush supporters also told us stories about the people of Iraq who were desperate for their country to be invaded and liberated.

The People of Spain Persecuted for Questioning the Pope’s Visit

Spain has been hit very severely by the global economic crisis. The unemployment is high and the social services are suffering huge cuts. The people of Spain have been protesting in the streets against their government’s austerity measures since May.

In the midst of this already very painful situation, the Spanish government decided it would be a good idea to shell out 50 million euros to bring the Pope on a 4-day-long visit to the country. It also decided it would be swell to send out the police forces to engage in brutal assaults on the protesters who came into the streets to demonstrate their peaceful disagreement with the Pope’s visit. Spain’s Catholic Church had collaborated with the fascist dictatorship that brutalized the country between 1939 and 1975. Since then, the younger generations of Spaniards have moved away from religion. These are the same people who are being hit very hard by unemployment and who don’t understand why their money – which is scarce as it is – should be given out to a bunch of religious fanatics who have done untold damage to the country already.

Through the blog What? I discovered this video of police officers beating a 17-year-old female protester. I warn you that it is very brutal.

Looking for Rick Perry’s Sex Partners

I’m not a huge fan of Rick Perry’s, to put it very mildly, but I think this kind of ad is absolutely disgusting:

I found the ad here. Apparently it has been paid for by Robert Morrow, a supporter of Ron Paul from Texas. Can people get any lower than this?

Through The Eyes of a Stranger: Bureaucracy

I don’t think I will surprise anybody if I tell you that the Soviet bureaucracy was a daunting, horrible, unmanageable affair. It existed as a way of income redistribution because you were supposed to offer bribes for every little slip of paper you needed (and you needed them to do pretty much anything.) In this way, people who were lucky enough to have the rubber-stamping privileges could augment their paltry incomes.

When I arrived in Canada at the age of 22, I was shocked to discover that North American bureaucracy was also a daunting, horrible, unmanageable affair. It was even more so, since it couldn’t be obviated through bribes. It existed as a force of nature that couldn’t be coaxed or persuaded to listen to reason.

As soon as I came to Canada, I applied to McGill University. I had done 4 years of university studies before, but I didn’t want the university to give me transfer credits. I was planning to start a new program and do it from start to finish. Still, since the university asked for my Ukrainian transcript, I dutifully provided it together with a notarized translation from Ukrainian made in Canada by a Canadian translator. I’m from Ukraine, you see, which means that all paperwork in my country is done in the only official language of the country, namely, Ukrainian.

In a while, a bureaucrat from the admissions office asked me in for a meeting.

“We can’t process your file,” she said. “You need to provide the originals of the transcripts in Russian.”

“Why Russian?” I asked. It could have just as easily been Chinese or Yoruba because these three languages are equally not used for official paperwork in my country.

“Because we don’t have a person who can understand this,” she snickered and threw the Ukrainian papers in my general direction.

“This is Ukrainian,” I explained. “My country’s only official language. Our universities don’t give out transcripts in the official languages of other countries.”

“Well, then we can’t process your file because nobody understands the original in our office.”

Montreal has a huge Ukrainian community, so I suggested that we contact any of the community leaders to confirm my transcript. The most ridiculous thing about the situation was that the transcript was irrelevant since I was not asking for any transfer credits. The bureaucrat refused to do that.

I knew at that point that if they accepted me, I was going to become one of their best students ever. I was right. I later became a straight A, Special Honors, Dean’s Honor List, and every award under the sun kind of student. Years after I graduated, the Department of Hispanic Studies was papered with articles with the photos of me receiving awards from ambassadors and consuls of Spanish-speaking countries for my academic excellence.

So I was sitting in front of the bureaucrat practically in tears, incapable of understanding why I was being denied acceptance to a university because my country’s official language was not the one they approved of.

Suddenly, a woman who was passing by the bureaucrat’s table (and who later turned out to be a Full Professor and a very respected person on campus) stopped and asked,

“Why is this child crying?”

I explained the situation. The woman took my transcript, read it and confirmed to the bureaucrat that it said exactly what my notarized translation purported it said. The bureaucrat was afraid of contradicting her, and I was accepted to the university. I was also awarded transfer credits which made it impossible for me to take all the courses I wanted.

There Is Nothing Feminist About Homebirths

I just discovered an absolutely brilliant post that dispels the idiotic myth about home birth as some form of a feminist statement:

Home birth as a way to find a loving supportive environment and fight the enslavement of the patriarchy is absolute, utter nonsense.   It’s one of the only medical scenarios I can think of where women place health and welfare in jeopardy in order to feel “in control” and avoid intervention. . . Infants born to the lowest risk women at home are 2x more likely to die than a cohort of infants delivered in hospital, which includes some of the highest risk pregnancies.

I’ve had some home births fanatics visit my blog in the past. I also read their pseudo-feminist screechings about how they bravely place themselves outside of the patriarchal and controlling spaces of the hospital because they are so liberated. In reality, these are simply very immature women who have no idea how to function in public spaces and are never comfortable anywhere outside their homes. They get exploited by the mercenary and extremely irresponsible doulas who are dedicated to squeezing as much money as they can (and it’s usually a lot) out of these simpletons, and consequences be damned.

I’ve had an opportunity to hang out with a group of such home birth midwives (educated at super prestigious schools, mind you) and I got to know them very closely. So for me it has always been crystal clear that for such folks it is only and exclusively about the money they can get out of silly, infantile women who are most comfortable while barefoot, pregnant, and in their kitchens.