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As FoxNews.com reported, Anne DeLessio-Parson published an article in the Journal of Feminist Geography after studying Argentina's "meat-centric culture."
An academic journal has published an article by a Ph.D. candidate at Pennsylvania State University that argues eating meat maintains a society where "hegemonic masculinity" is the norm.
"I contend that in such a context, we cannot separate the ways people 'do vegetarianism' from how they 'do gender,'" Anne DeLessio-Parson wrote. "Doing vegetarianism in interactions drives social change, contributing to the de-linking of meat from gender hegemony and revealing the resisting and reworking of gender in food spaces."On Watters' World, Watters challenged her on the claim, and enjoyed a late-night snack during the debate.
DeLessio-Parson theorizes that being a vegetarian in the South American nation is a political act that contributes to the destabilization of the gender binary, or the view that there are only two sexes, masculine and feminine.
"[V]egetarians defy attempts to hold them accountable to gendered social expectations," she wrote. "Women, for example, assert authority over their diets; men embody rejection of the meat-masculinity nexus by adopting a worldview that also rejects sexism and racism."
DeLessio-Parson said Watters was slightly incorrect when he said consuming meat "creates toxic masculinity" because the phenomenon is "already there."
She said it "reinforces certain social structures, including patriarchy" through its "symbolism."
Watters then produced some symbolism of his own, as a producer laid a plate of steak -- "medium rare" -- in front of him.
"Is this bad -- that I'm eating meat?" he asked.
DeLessio-Parson said it would be more acceptable if he hunted or procured the meat himself, rather than "enjoying the benefit [with] the blood on someone else's hands."
"What if you're just hungry, and the animals are there for us to enjoy?" he asked.
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"When Elvis died they wanted a comment. I'll give it now. He died when he went in the army." - John Lennon.
Elvis-Presley-hurrah-for-toxic-masculinity-vulgar-working-class-trash.....[Link]
And these guys are havin' a lot of fun [Link] .
I'm about 20 years past wanting to go that hard, but I still burn 'em down . . . :-)
Saturated fats keeps yer joints workin' dudes . . .
In light of some digging by a friend on another e-mail list it seems Pamela's dance partner, Max Pitruzzella, has been having at some of his other partners/students/whoever, the relevant page is seen at this [Link]
Here's one woman's account, there are others equally bad:
Description of Sexual Assault in the Dance Community
I'm sharing this anonymous account because it is important to establish a pattern of behaviour.
On December 30th, 2014, Max Pitruzella sexually assaulted me at Lindy Focus. I am sharing this anonymously because my story is important in establishing a pattern in his behavior, but I also will not allow him to interrupt my life again. I was 20 years old. It was my second Lindy Focus, and while I was still too new to the dance community to know a lot of people, I was growing comfortable enough to talk to dancers that I didn’t know. I met Max in the hotel bar. I was sitting alone while my roommate played in the jam, finishing off a glass of wine that I bought with a fake ID. He approached me, and brought me a second glass of wine. We spoke for a while at the bar about teaching, about music, and about our relationships. I asked for help understanding a particular dance step. He invited me up to his room, because the bar was loud and crowded. He was a teacher. I trusted him, was a student in his class, and admired his dancing. I aspired to teach Lindy Hop, and he said he’d give me some tips on how to get started when we could hear one another better. Once we got to his room, he made me another drink, and we went over the footwork that confused me. I started to feel woozy… or far drunker than I should have felt from two glasses of wine and a mixed drink. I knew what my limit was. He kissed me, and started to undo my dress. I remember hesitating, and saying that I didn’t feel well and should probably go. I just wanted to leave, and I didn’t want any confrontation. He held me by the arm, and convinced me to dance one more song. I don’t remember how he undressed me, or got me into his bed. I remember being incoherent. At this point, I was incapable of giving consent. He assaulted me without using a condom. I woke some time after he was finished, having slept off whatever he gave me. I rushed from his room, unsure if what had happened was /really/ assault. I ran into a friend, who saw us leave the bar together. She asked about what happened, ribbing me for details. In the moment, rather than lose the last few days of Focus to a hospital stay and a police station, I decided to play along. I smiled, and ribbed her back. I only lied because I wanted to forget that it happened and enjoy the rest of my expensive vacation. I regret not thinking clearly enough to press charges. It took me a long time to learn that I was incapable of giving consent at the time, and that what he did to me wasn’t my fault. The way he isolated me was very similar to how he isolated Ruth. Max is a habitual predator, and we cannot tolerate him or those like him in our communities any longer. -Jane Doe