Pink topics. An interesting opinion I like this:
Now, history clearly shows that many talented women writers have been relegated to what we might generally call “lifestyle” pieces or otherwise “soft” journalism, so I understand the surveyors’ interest in testing this category. However, the distinction between, say, “woman-specific health or culture” and serious politics is not at all apparent. Much of the writing that I (a man) and my colleagues (mostly women) do in DoubleX seems explicitly political to us, but by the metric of “Pink Topics,” we don’t count.
The authors of this report are obviously on the side of women, but I can’t help but feel that the crude distinction among subject matter actually enacts the same kind of stereotyping and pigeon-holing that it seeks to critique. If even women journalists’ advocates are buying into these arbitrary boundaries, how can we expect less enlightened editors to assist with their dissolution?
To quote Spirit of the West: “Every little thing is political”
High Lonesome: The American Culture of Country Music by Cecelia Tichi, a professor at Vanderbilt University in Nashville. It’s a semi-interesting book, written in the mid 90s. It should be much better.
She makes a few interesting points, though. Like this one:
Having called country music a previously ‘missing’ piece of the American cultural puzzle, however, I must now backtrack a bit and qualify that point. Country music does not simply complete a picture we already have well in mind. In this project, country music does not simply take its place in a familiar pattern of the arts and literature in the United States from colonial time to the present. This is not a bid to say that country music, too, participates in the artistic vigor of this nation, that country music can join the cultural party, so to speak.
Quite the contrary. This book says that country music, examined carefully, enables us to see vital parts of the national identity that otherwise are hidden, obscured, overshadowed, blacked out in painful self-censorship The book works, not toward the music, but from it, taking the music as a guide into what one writer terms, “the hear of the heart of the country.” The discoveries are surprising.
Is this going to be a problem?
Sorry for the absence. I recently read all three Judd family memoirs in a weekend. Also, twenty-eight odd books on country music in some form or another. Delving into my independent research project, first draft due July 22nd. Scary stuff. The only thing scarier is having your children write memoirs about what an awful mother you were. Now on to Tammy Wynette.
I’m trying to organize my thoughts; it hasn’t been going well, what with this bright sunshine, lethargy, and six seasons of X-files in three months. Last night, I watched the episode where (spoiler alert) Mulder tells Scully he loves her. I made a weird noise. A weird, giddy sound escaped my lips that I couldn’t control. This keeps happening every time they stand less than two feet apart. Good show. Great chemistry.