… at least, that’s my conclusion after my innocent Googling experience today.
A professor of mine, Dr. Hannem, posted an article about a recent episode of Mad Men. Don Draper, the main character, was given a rape history, but for some reason it didn’t make any waves, nor was it really addressed or labelled as rape. Because, of course, there are crazy double-standards for sexual assault.
This made me think of an episode of Lost Girl that really bothered me. Lost Girl is a fun, cheesy, totally escapist-awesome Toronto-based television show on Showcase. Lost Girl features Bo, a succubus, and there is (predictably) a LOT of sex in the show. However, in one scene, Bo is desperate for energy – which she gets from having sex – walks into a pizza parlour with her friend, and seduces the worker there completely against his will.
The poor guy fully backs up, puts his hands up, shakes his head and everything, but the music and the framing are all “Haha, lucky guy, free sex!”
Ugh. Really rubbed me the wrong way. After reading this (really wonderful) Don Draper article, I wondered if anyone had written about this in Lost Girl, or at least immortalized the scene onto Youtube so I could do so.
Google: lost girl rape scene.
I don’t even know what to do with myself. Is this a thing? Does Google really think rape and sex are synonymous? As you can see, the word ‘sex’ is bolded, as if it was one of my search terms. Also, most of these hits are about Bo’s lesbian relationship (but that’s probably more about the people who spend their time making these clips than Google itself). Obviously, a Google search of just the word ‘rape’ only turns up a bunch of articles about rape. I wonder where this line is drawn?
Does anyone know anything about this? Is this a thing? Googling something about rape being synonymous with sex didn’t lead to results, but that’s a pretty hard one to word. This has just blown me away. Ugh, Google. Total fail.
I apologize for the lateness of this letter – I’ve been remiss in my movie-attending duties lately, and only just came across the most recent Coca-Cola ad to be featured in the product previews at my local SilverCity.
While waiting for The Place Beyond the Pines to begin – which is an amazing movie, by the way! – I was treated to Coca-Cola’s advertisement about tackling obesity. This was filled with some interesting tidbits, some of which seemed lovely, like supporting water and orange juice in schools, while some seemed detrimental, such as including diet pop in the ‘healthy’ drink category. That’s a debatable issue, so, oh well.
However, I was taken aback when I heard the non-sequiter “If you eat or drink more calories than your body burns off you will gain weight” which was stuck between two unrelated statements.
Coca-Cola, obesity does not only occur because people are eating too much. In addition, weight gain in and of itself is not an inherently negative thing. Your statement seemed inappropriate, to me, and reinforces the fat-shaming and blaming that tends to surround obese people.
A 100lb teenage girl does not near to hear that phrase, a quote that supports calorie-counting as a healthy choice. An obese person does not need to hear that, because they already know. And while that may be one thing that has an impact on obesity rates, there are many others not mentioned in your ad – such as making sure that low-income families have access to healthy food, making sure that people seek counselling for depression and mood disorders, asking your doctor for a check-up if weight gain comes on incredibly fast, or a myriad of other reasons that weight gain can occur. Calorie-counting is an unhealthy habit that equates diet soda with water, a donut with a steak dinner, and a binge/starve diet with a balanced approach to regular meals.
Your commercial, with this one mistake, is contributing to a fat-shaming culture that does nothing to help the problem of obesity. It gives watchers the impression that limiting calories will lead to weight loss, which is oversimplifying the issue. It gives obese people the impression that they are at fault, which is not always the case, and when it is, they deserve support rather than blame. And it feeds into the terror of weight gain felt by many teenage girls, of which I used to be one, which results in unhealthy calorie-counting and starvation diets in many women who are nowhere near overweight.
Coca-Cola, please be more careful in the messages that you attach to your ‘corporate responsibility’ advertisements. Many people cannot sift through statements in advertisement to find those which are true and those which are not, and it is your responsibility, as a corporation that is evidently attempting to have a positive social image, to do more good than harm.
For my birthday this year, my wonderful partner/roommate/soulmate gave me the new Lara Croft: Tomb Raider video game. The day it came out. (He also gave me a homework assignment – he wants me to explain, in writing, how I feel about his game after finishing it. Fair!)
Some context: while I love to self-identify as a ‘gamer’, I kind of suck at XBox 360 games. I don’t have a lot of experience with them, first-person-shooters don’t tend to attract me, story-wise, and my dual-analog skills are dismal. That being said, I was incredibly attracted to Tomb Raider when I saw the first few trailers and making-of videos. There are a lot of feminist type issues (I have stayed away from the internet between the release day and the posting of this blog to preserve my own opinion!), which I will get to, but as a whole, at the beginning, I felt like I finally came across an XBox 360 single-player action game that I actually wanted to play.
Pre-release, I heard that Lara is a bit ‘victim-y’. Some people took issue with the apparent fact that her character is sort of framed to bring out the player’s protective instincts. This, to me, is a side effect of creating through the male gaze; Lara is further away from a sex symbol than she has ever been before, and therefore, for the male gamer (the assumed target audience, although I’m not sure if it is true), there needed to be some other way to connect with a playable female protagonist.
I see that. In this game, Lara isn’t really an ass-kicker (at the beginning). When she falls down, she has a variety of ‘oops I fell down, that hurt’ noises. She often looks like she is only barely competent at what she is doing. Her deaths are really victim-y (there I go, using a non-word again). To me, though, this was awesome. Why? Because that is what would happen if it were actually me!
It may not be a good thing that victim-Lara was so relatable for me, but she was (is). If I were suddenly stranded on ‘lawsuit island’ (nice, Conan), where there are seemingly dozens of tribes of feral men trying to kill me, supernatural storms, wolves, and deadly landscapes, I would totally fall down all the time. I would be crying out when I’m about to lose my grip while rock-climbing. I would be covered in scrapes, cuts, bruises, and mud. My hair would be a nightmare. I would totally look terrified when some caveman is trying to drag me to my death by the ankle. To me, she manages to be afraid, and not be trained in combat, and not be a total tank in the muscle department, and still stay alive and do what needs to be done.
That is SO. AWESOME.
(Later edit: I’m not comfortable with this being awesome. After playing the game, this felt like a relationship between me and Lara, and in that respect I loved it. But when I take a step back, and think about this game in a wider cultural context – and with hundreds of thousands of players – I am so not okay with how helpless she often is.)
So, my overall impression of this game is that it was incredible. It was exciting, it drew me in a way that Gears of War and Call of Duty don’t (although apparently I should be comparing it to Uncharted, which I know little about). It made me feel like a total badass, by the end. It gave me a great opportunity to finally get the hang of XBox 360 controls, which might make it easier to try out new games in the future.
There are some issues, though, and not with the game play (from a gamer’s perspective). Since I can’t seem to turn off my criminology-influenced mind anymore, I do have a few more things to say. As time goes on, it gets harder and harder to live in the world without critiquing it, seeing evidence of criminological theory, and it is kind of a painful way to live. I like to think that I am evolving into a criminologist. A pterodactyl would be cool too, though.
So, here we go. In chronological order as they came to me while playing the game: Trigger Warnings and Sex Assault Through the Male Gaze, and Killing Lara A Zillion Different Ways That Take Away Her Agency.
Trigger Warnings and Sex Assault Through the Male Gaze
*Trigger Warning – I’m going to describe the scene in order to explain myself, so if you don’t want to read this, skip to the next bolded heading*
One of the issues I had been aware of prior to playing this game was the fact that Lara experiences some sort of sexual assault or attempted sexual assault near the beginning of the game. The first article I read on it essentially asked ‘Why does a female character mean she has to be a rape survivor?’ After reading that article, I had some beef. I think because, statistically speaking, it’s pretty likely that a given woman of Lara’s age has experienced some form of sexual assault. I also thought it might be showing the various ways something can be scary or threatening – you don’t need a big gun to be a villain, and maybe this is an example of this in a video game.
So, as the game began, every time a scary feral caveman jumped up and grabbed my ankle to drag me to my death, I thought “IS THAT MY RAPIST?” Every time a male character (and let’s face it, almost everyone was male) was introduced, I thought “You?!” It had me a bit on edge, but I was okay with it. When it finally came, I was not.
I am going to do my best to explain why I do not think this was incredibly wrong, I just think this could have been done in a better way.
Lara’s “rapist”, as I had been calling him in my head, is part of a gang of men who fight Lara through a section near the beginning. There is a lot of shooting and sneaking around until you get nabbed by The Guy. The only ‘sexual assault’ that happens is subtle. You can tell from his aggressive and violent innuendo (I wish I had quotes) and a couple of head glances that he sees her as a sexual woman, but in a predatory, deadly way. He grabs her during an animated cut-scene, slides his dirty, bloody, sweaty hand down her arm from shoulder to wrist, and may even touch her stomach slightly. Everything about his slow, possessive, anticipatory arm-graze screams “I am going to have my way with you”, but, even knowing what I am about to explain, I think that was okay. It is really realistic, actually. Having Lara go through an entire game and fight a few hundred men without a single reference to her sexuality would be flat-out ignorant, in my mind, and nothing referencing her body at all ever happens again.
So, Lara reacts. I’m not sure if she was trying to pull away or push him off, but it happens quickly. While it remains cinematic-looking, the control vibrates like crazy and the screen tells you to press a specific button repeatedly to fend him off. Now, this is what would happen if you were a good gamer, or at least somewhat familiar with XBox 360 controls.
He touches her creepily, she tries to fight him off. Press Y (or X, or whatever) repeatedly, cinematic shows them grappling/pushing back and forth a bit. They tumble to the ground. A gun falls from the assailant to the ground.
He scrambles on top of her prone body, they lie face to face grappling and grunting while she stretches out her hand for the pistol. Press X or Y or whatever. Good for you.
Lara grabs the pistol. Aims it at his head. Click RT and aim to fire. Boom, you killed him.
Think to yourself, Really, that was it? That wasn’t so bad. I don’t know what everyone was complaining about.
Now… let’s rewind that playing it like I play. Like a total XBox 360 n00b who doesnt know A from X from Y from B.
Step one? He strangles Lara to death. Wraps his dirty, bloody, sweaty hand around her throat, lifts her off the ground. Her face tilts to the sky and her hands struggle futilely to pull his hand off of her throat. She fails. Goes limp. He throws her body to the ground.
I had to watch that ten times.
Okay, you finally figured out where X (or Y, or whatever) is, good for you. You’re on the ground. Assailant stretched out on top of Lara, both reaching for the gun. You may even get the gun, but, wait, you aren’t good at aiming with the dual analog controls? Oh, that sucks. You get to see a cinematic of your assailant pressing the barrel of a pistol to the underside of Lara’s chin while stretched across her body. He pulls the trigger. Boom goes her head, and you can see her face the whole time.
As it may not be difficult to figure out if you read my last post on trigger warnings, I am a bit… touchy where these things are concerned. Where there is some representation of a woman that is utterly helpless at the hands of a man, and great harm befalls her (or even could befall her), I don’t really like that. Sometimes, if it is overly graphic and touches a couple specific triggers that I have, I have a serious visceral reaction.
While playing this part, each time I watched her die, utterly powerless, at the hands of a man who integrated aggressive sexuality with the attack, I got colder. I got very still. My face went from engaged and excited to alarmed/concerned/sympathetic to a cold stillness that comes over me when it, for whatever reason, stops being about empathy and starts being about me. This happens very rarely. I felt sick. I kept at it because I wanted to win, but when I finally won, his death was practically an afterthought. I felt like I was going to throw up. Or cry, or both.
Unfortunately, I usually can’t verbalize when that happens. Zach, I’m sorry you thought you did something wrong when I left the room abruptly with that look on my face. I took something close to an hour alone in the darkness of our bedroom to pull myself together.
I was really angry afterward. After some experiences during that day that already had trigger warning on my mind (although in a more academic context), I ended up writing that semi-rant. I’m not angry anymore. I don’t think that this, in general, shouldn’t have happened. However, this really proved the whole ‘male gaze’ (or ‘female gaze that can’t relate to sexual assault or male intimidation’) thing. Because this whole part, including the deaths, wouldn’t have been a big deal to someone who A) hasn’t experienced something similar, or B) doesn’t have a sensitivity to this type of thing. It is obvious, to me, that it is essentially considered just another combat animation. This shows such a fundamental lack of understanding and sensitivity that, while I’m not surprised, per se, I am really not impressed.
I think this could have easily been solved by incorporating some way to skip the death cut-scenes, kill him from afar a different way (and therefore remove the sexuality from it), or even just animating the deaths less. We don’t need to see her struggle for breath and slowly strangle. We don’t need to see her face as a bullet passes through her head.
Hence, to me, the male gaze. While other parts could have triggered other things (mostly if, for example, someone has PTSD), I think those were fairly warned in the trailers. If the trailer had included Lara slumping as a man holds her off the ground by the throat, I would not have played this game. I imagine a future where video game companies, like criminologists (see last post!), realize and respect the diversity of their audience. A future where we can trust entertainment media to give us a heads up to leave the room if we can’t handle something that is well-documented as a trigger.
I don’t judge them too harshly, because I know how personal my understanding of this is. I know that a very sympathetic person reading this post may still not feel what I felt when playing it. I can see how that effect could be overlooked by a team of developers creating through the male gaze. (Although assuming this was actually overlooked is a bit generous on my part.)
Okay, enough of that!
Complaint #2: Killing Lara A Zillion Different Ways That Take Away Her Agency
This is more criminology/media studies thinking. The death scenes for Lara are animated in serious detail. It’s pretty awesome that, while sometimes she does just fall off a cliff and become a speck, a lot of the deaths are well-rounded and more complex than her just falling over (although this is what happens when she gets shot from afar). However, I would love to do a content analysis of each way she dies, and find another video game with a male protagonist (maybe Uncharted 3?) and compare how the death happens.
With the exception of drowning, so many of these death animations, to me, reduced her back to the ultra-feminine-incompetent victim in the moments leading up to her death. When fighting hand-to-hand with someone with a blade, if your health gets low enough to die, do they show the blade sinking into Lara’s skull? Lopping off her head? Stabbing her through the heart? No way – the male assailant grabs her by the shoulder/throat area and bends her over backwards before sliding the blade into her. Domination and submission, yikes. Why can’t she die the way she lived?!
Sliding through a stream full of debris, she gets impaled on a rod – and, similar to the strangling scene described earlier, the rod spears her from under her chin through her skull, and her hands flail uselessly at the rod until she goes limp.
Etcetera, etcetera. Basically, I felt like a badass – except when I died, and I know from watching my boyfriend play video games that there are plenty of ways to die like a boss. Why didn’t they animate how she dies if she’s in an explosion? And please note, I did not watch this looking for ways to criticize the representation of Lara – I just realized how I felt every time they took my blood-covered, grenade-launching, rock-climbing alter ego and made her powerless in death. This may sound like an oxymoron to you, but to me it’s not!
Anyways, that’s all I’ve got for now. I’m fascinated with this stuff, and I would love to talk it over with anyone interested in this type of thing as well. Thank you to Zach for getting me this game – I am going to beat you to the ‘No Stone Left Unturned’ achievement!
Thank you for reading. 🙂
Zoey (… or is it ‘Lara’?)
I’m numb. Or not. A coldness seeps through my body – starts at my face, which relaxes away from any intentional expression and stays there. Weird. Then my throat – seized. Little breath. Little need to swallow, as my mouth feels bone dry. Something inside of me starts to get hot – it begins deep in my gut, moves up through my chest, gets pushed back by the cold. It isn’t gone. Inside. Not sure what is happening. Not sure I care. My hands, my arms, shaking. With cold? Was my hair standing up? Can’t look. I don’t know. My eyes, wide open, aren’t for seeing – I’m not sure what they’re doing. My throat is so tight.
My boyfriend asks me if I liked the movie. I make a noise, or I don’t; I gesture, or I don’t. I don’t know. I stand. We leave.
How long does it take him to notice? I wouldn’t know. That I’m not answering? Sound can’t seem to leave me. My entire being seems centered around my throat. The pain. It continues to tighten. Will I continue to breathe? Do I care? I don’t know. My eyes. Are they always this useless? I can’t look. I just… look.
For some reason, I fantasize, just for a moment, that I can evaporate.
The heat is back, and the shakes haven’t gone. No. Not now. Somehow I’ve made it to my car. We’re driving. He’s worried. Why won’t I answer? Why am I staring, eyes so wide? Why am I shaking? Why aren’t I smiling?
The heat, the cold, it’s too much. We make it four blocks. My throat. I can’t breathe. There’s a parking lot, an abandoned school in the darkness. The moonlight skitters off of the glass, onto the snow. I pull in – was that me driving? Did I make that decision? I don’t know.
That was how I felt after seeing Sucker Punch.
I am fairly new to the term ‘trigger warning’. Unfortunately, I have no idea if I had heard the term frequently in my life and just not understood, or related to, the notion(s) behind it, or if I really did not come across it in my blissfully ignorant days. All I know is that after I developed my own ‘triggers’, I discovered the ‘trigger warning’, and my faith in media was renewed momentarily in this grateful, warm-and-fuzzy kind of way.
The term ‘trigger warning’ my have a long, convoluted history and/or definition of which I am not aware. To me (and Wikipedia, apparently) this is a caveat provided at the beginning of material that may negatively affect a reader. This is not a general ‘this may be a touchy topic’ kind of heading, either – trigger warnings are particularly suited to topics of which someone who has had previous trauma in this area may not want to (or be able to) be exposed to. A trigger warning allows someone to decide not to read the article or to enter mentally girded for their particular sensitivity.
I’ve mostly encountered trigger warnings on media sources that I only recently began using (such as Jezebel, which tends to be more self-reflective and sensitive than mainstream news media) that cover topics such as domestic abuse, sexual assault, childhood abuse, and eating disorders. These trigger warnings, in my experience, mean that there is something particularly graphic or triggering about the content, not just that this topic happens to mention rape. By ‘triggering’ I mean that this information could trigger a variety of reactions in the reader, including an emotional reaction, breakdown, flashbacks, or relapse. For example, my colleague Sam (@Sprinkled_Sam), who I hold in high esteem for her ability to blog about intensely personal and poignant issues (along with lots of exciting foodie things!), warned readers of one particular blog post that triggers for eating disorders present in her post included photos of extreme weight loss and numbers (pounds lost/weighed). As this is an area where I do not feel triggered, I was touched and impressed by her sensitivity and awareness of potential triggers for her readers, and her interest in protecting them from unwitting harm or trauma.
So, I like trigger warnings. Trigger warnings, to me, are not ‘oh god, look how ‘politically correct’ we have to be nowadays – we have to put warning signs on everything!’ AND they are not an assumption that a certain behaviour is ‘contagious’ in any way. Rather, to me, they respect that an audience may include a heterogeneous population with a variety of experiences and shows this respect by acknowledging that the effect a piece may have on people varies from reader to reader. They allow people with ‘triggers’ to perhaps not read that article on the way to work, or in class, or at a friend’s house while she is in the washroom; they allow us to make an educated decision about our personal state at that time, and the value to be gained from reading versus the potential harm done. In addition, people that bother to look at their own work for triggers have decided that despite this risk, the information is important to include, rather than ignorantly splashing sordid details and/or pictures willy-nilly.
(Man, I don’t know if I’ve ever typed ‘willy-nilly’ before…. anyways.)
Okay, here we go.
Do we need trigger warnings in Criminology?
I have frequently found that presenters, professors, writers, etc. in criminology seem to assume that their target audience does not contain the type of ‘othered’ person they are talking about. I will certainly not generalize this to everyone, but it is a serious problem, in my mind. Many criminology professors teach about crime as if ‘criminals’ and the students they are lecturing are mutually exclusive categories. Discussions of ethnicity, sexuality, and religion are, to me, not as badly ignored in the collective ‘we’ nowadays (in my experience) likely due to a great deal of exposure on these types of difference, but labels such as ‘criminal’, ‘mentally ill’, and various types of ‘victims’ are often – usually? – discussed as if they are a theoretical notion, a group of ‘other’ people. One exception to my comment about ethnicity, though, is First Nations people – too frequently I have heard students, more than professors, slip into ‘us’ vs. ‘we’ talk when discussing First Nations reserves in particular and the people in general.
Okay. So. One main question I have, which I would seriously love answers to, is this: do you think that this is a functional removal of emotion and humanity from academia, or is this an example of glaring ignorance about the population actually involved in academia?
I particularly love qualitative research because, as far as I have been taught, qualitative research realizes that the research her- or himself is a part of the process. The researcher has a subjective, but valuable, approach, an impact on the collected data as well as the participants, and the feelings and experiences of that researcher hold value for other researchers. I am delighted to find that people actually care about the seriously affective (to me) experiences I have been having researching the clients of sex workers. The fact that I think I interviewed one person badly, or that I lost control of interviews with forceful personalities, or that I felt very complex emotions are points of data, not just examples of how I am not a good researcher. They show me personally how to improve, but they also exemplify the two-sided nature of qualitative research. Thankfully I have wonderful academic mentors that could point this out to me before I threw up my hands and decided I was a failure as a researcher.
So, we’re people. But does that mean I can’t be a criminal? Or have been a criminal? That I can’t have (or have had) a mental illness, eating disorder, assault in my past – or even present? I don’t think so. From what I’ve heard, Victimology classes can be a bit rough, because female students start volunteering sexual assault histories in class, much to the discomfort of the professor. While I am not sure class is the right place for a counselling-type conversation, it also does a lot for stigmatization when this type of conversation is discouraged.
I think that academia (as if that broad term refers to an actual thing) needs to take a good, hard look at itself and realize the impact studies, presentations, lectures, etc. can have on their audience. I think that pictures posted for shock value should be reconsidered in light of this idea of the ‘trigger’ and the potential survivor(s) an academic may have in the audience. I don’t think this needs to be done because our society is too afraid of hurting people, and look at how sensitive some people get, anyways – I think this needs to be done to emphasize to those in control of these images and material that your relationship with your audience is dynamic. You are not isolated when you share your research, your audience may not be aware of the material you are about to present, and it is your duty as an ethical human being to minimize the negative effect you have on others. If your point, information, photos, etc. are crucial, fine – some of criminology is not pretty. Just give that person in your audience who was having a perfectly normal day a fair opportunity to continue that day as planned.
I hope to write soon on the rest. My experience with the new Lara Croft: Tomb Raider video game was terrifying. It amazes me how little room there is in the general world for those who may have different needs, experiences, harms. I read so much on how Lara Croft being a ‘survivor of rape’ was a good/bad/horrible/wonderful development; to me, the discourse surrounding this completely missed the point and ended up having nothing to do with the ultimate effect. But that will be its own post.
Thank you for reading my rant – I’ve been drafting this in my head for hours, and I could not keep it inside. I would really love to hear what you think of this. Is this too sensitive? Is a trigger warning on academic material unrealistic? Should academics be able to put personal experiences and triggers aside if they are engaging in academic literature? What do you think?
Do you have meaning in your life?
I have long been frustrated by how difficult it is for people in our modern (postmodern?) society to come together, create a community, and foster meaning. Everyone’s life has meaning, whether they believe so or not, and some more than others strive to find meaning in their work, school, children, friends, lovers, and an array of other outlets. For me, this has never been enough. I’ve always been frustrated that every community I enter, I have to leave. And when I speak of community, I speak of feeling as if you belong in a group of people, whether or not they have direct relationships with you.
For some context, I must explain that for most of my life I have not felt I had a literal, physical ‘community’, and I suspect that I am not alone in this. Each school I attended was not in my neighbourhood, I can count on two hands the number of friends I have ever been able to walk to in my lifetime, and my home until two years ago was not located in an area that had a lot of community events (that I was aware of). Even community soccer teams, which I did join as a kid, didn’t seem to stick.
School, from kindergarten to university, provides an excellent opportunity to foster communities. School spirit initiatives, charity drives, and social events all contribute to this feeling of belonging, this feeling of being part of a group. This can be more condensed for people who join smaller groups at school – sports teams, drama groups, and music kids all come to mind, for me.
But what do we do when school is gone?
I’ve had this conversation with my Nanny, a wonderful, incredibly spiritual and intuitive woman. Maureen, my Nanny, is part of a worldwide religious community, and found my plight interesting. I strongly believe that a sense of community is conspicuously absent in Western society – or at least the slice I’ve seen – and is indelibly linked to the escalating capitalism and consumerism rampant in our culture. This hole can be filled, I think, by belonging to religious groups and organizations, but why can’t I find somewhere else? In an age when so many young people seem to be saying “I’m spiritual, but I’m not religious”, religious communities don’t represent a legitimate option when looking for community. But why does this mean that we must end up alienated?
I read once, and this is horrible of me but I cannot remember who to cite, that the greatest coup of capitalism was giving the Western world the impression that individualism results in empowered individuals. In truth, individualism removes our power – we are so focused on ourselves that we refuse to risk our personal goals in pursuit of something greater. Could the Industrial Revolution have happened in this climate? I don’t think so. The cost of individualism is obvious when you look at how work is being treated in the newspapers, by the government, and legislation. By picking off groups of workers one area at a time, people have refrained from banding together to protect workers’ rights because it did not concern them – and then, when it does, the momentum is too strong to stop. I might write another time about union busting and the new two-tiered systems that employer after employer is implementing, as it is so incredibly reflective of neo-Marxism that I keep waiting for it to show up in a textbook (if it hasn’t already), but I’m going to try not to get further from the point I wanted to make than I already have.
My point? There is hope. There is community, if you know where to look for it. Even in London Ontario, a conservative (lowercase c) city full of chain restaurants, suburbs, and temporary student residents, there is a community focused on supporting small businesses, shopping local, sustainable living/working models, and having healthy relations with people, the economy, and the environment all at once.
The Root Cellar is right – where you buy your food is political, but beyond that, it can give your life that third dimension it may be missing. Buying Christmas presents and meeting the person who made them at the same time can give your shopping a meaning that consumerism – even Christmas shopping – usually lacks. Finding out that one of your local theatres – for me, I am speaking of The Palace – is actually run completely by volunteers. The food at the Root Cellar is not only organic, but directly supports local farmers. On top of that, going to a co-op (are you guys officially a co-op yet?) for your lunch is really fun! Ellie always has a smile, and Max is really such an amazing chef. And how many places can you go and always know who will be there, by name?
The community I have stumbled across not only gives me chances to make necessary purchases mean something, but makes me feel connected to my city in a way I never have before. I call this a community because it is – while we may not have a Christmas party, all of the people that are passionate about local art and local business are connected. If this is something you care about, it adds a third dimension to your life, being aware of this connection and incorporating it into your life.
This involvement is, to an extent, not achievable for everyone. Shopping local, going to a local yoga studio, or supporting local artists can be more expensive than mainstream alternatives. However, volunteering is always free, and there are lots of deals to be had if you look carefully enough!
I do want to say that there is a lot more to this issue of alienation than I am delving into here. There are serious causes and enormous consequences to this issue, and I am particularly passionate about how criminology (often referred to as the ‘new’ criminology) tackles this issue. However, I am 85% sure a rant on this topic would be just for me, so let me know if you’re interested!
I’ve been thinking about this topic for a while now, since I moved into an area that seems to be a central node for this community (but location really doesn’t have to matter). This blog was inspired by AAF, An Artist’s afFair, which I visited spontaneously today and really loved. In the half hour I had before it closed, I picked up a Christmas present from Ausable River Soap Co., a couple of amazing magnets for Zach and I to look at, and a little something for me – an ‘upcycled’ (love that word) necklace from a local jewelry artist/yoga instructor who creates all of her jewelry using reclaimed pieces!
What do you think?
Do you feel that you are part of a community? What is it like?
I’m new to the London scene (despite living here most of my life), so if you have any tips on where I should be going next, please let me know!
For those of you on Twitter, that social media outlet is really a mindblowing way to connect and explore these options. If you live in London, Ontario, here are some to get you started:
@Downtown_London, @MorrisseyHouse, @KantinaLondon, @WFFarmerMkt and @WFArtisansMkt, @joelcadams
@CityLightsLdn – A local used bookstore that has a lot to say!
@atthePalace – The Palace theatre, the previously mentioned volunteer-run local theatre!
Aside from Twitter, all of these places (and so many more) exist in this city, and it is so rewarding to find them.
Thank you for reading, and please share your thoughts – discussions are so much more fun than monologues!