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(Today's post comes on the heels of yesterday's, but you don't need to read that to get this one.)

One of the things that I put on the bingo card because I hear it so much in discussions about human rights is, "You're taking this too personally" — also its variants, "You need to take a step back and examine the larger picture", or "If you stop focusing on your personal hot-button issues…".

To give you an idea, the last time I heard this was when discussing why I have not, and will not, vote for Stephen Harper or the Conservative Party of Canada. I was arguing with a white, heterosexual male, who hit every spot on yesterday's bingo card — he didn't hate women, gays, artists, scientists, First Nations people, immigrants, veterans, the elderly (it goes on), but he believed that if I took a step back and stopped focusing on my personal hot-button issues, I would come to understand that Stephen Harper best represents the interests of real Canadians. When I told him that left white, heterosexual men, he told me I was taking this personally and that I should attempt to remain constructive.

Yesterday's conversation ended on a similar note, with me being accused of adding a "personal flavour" and ruining the "constructive atmosphere" when I pointed out the irony of a man telling women sexism doesn't exist because he doesn't see it. To that I say this: a big, wet raspberry.

Talking about remaining objective and constructive and aloof in discussions of human rights is the stupidest thing I've ever heard — and, in my (lol emotional wimmin's) opinion, completely counterintuitive. If we remove ourselves from an issue, it's much easier for us to stop caring about it.

I don't know about you, but the last thing I think this world needs is more people treating AIDS in Africa as a purely hypothetical, mental exercise.

Dismissing someone by saying "you're taking this personally" is a silencing tactic, and it needs to stop. Dismissing minority issues by saying they're "personal" or "hot-button" or "too political" is a polite way of saying, "Your issues don't affect me, so I don't want to hear about it". It doesn't help that these phrases are almost always spoken by someone in favour of the status quo, and, just as likely, a status quo that disenfranchises and often harms people outright.

I don't understand how we're supposed to talk about sexism or racism or homophobia from a "constructive" (meaning, "don't force my to examine my inner prejudices") or "impersonal" and "objective" (meaning, "I don't actually care, so stop trying to make me") standpoint. When it's people's lives we're talking about  — when people are being silenced, starved, beaten, killed, driven to suicide, trapped in poverty — how are we supposed to stand back and discuss this "like adults"? When did discussing things "like adults" mean we're not allowed to care? Not allowed to have passion?

I'm not sure who's to blame for this — the PC police, our grade school teachers who insisted everyone play nice all the time, a society that wants to keep the people in power the same forever, what — but we need to erase this attitude, now. In none of the aforementioned discussions did anyone say "Well, you're not allowed to talk because you're a stupid white man with a stupid white penis and I hate you". But it doesn't matter, because any "attack" (read: calling someone out on privilege blindness or bigoted behaviour) means we're just over-emotional women on our period (or fags on THEIRS, because gay guys are like GIRLS, amirite LOLLOLOLOL).

One thing's for sure: accusing someone of being non-constructive when they stop treating bigotry as hypothetical and mention its real-world applications is a big flashing sign that says "WARNING: PRIVILEGE AHEAD". Remember: privilege does not make you a bad person. Ignoring your privilege's effect while forcing it on others does.

If everyone played nice and acted "like adults" all throughout history, then women would not own property, vote, or be able to take care of their income after marriage; black people would still be barred from restaurants and public transportation; gay people would still be tossed in jail; and Amurrica, the Greatest Country on Earth, would still be drinking tea for breakfast.

Change isn't nice. Change is messy. Change is inconvenient. Change is uncomfortable. Change takes hold of everyone's tidy lives and upends them, dumping things all over the floor and rearranging them. Change is also necessary. If no one feels uncomfortable, we're not doing it right.

I love sunsets. Anywhere, any time, any season, in any weather. Back home in Ontario we would get some fantastic sunsets, probably among the brightest, most vibrant I've ever seen. But I have to say, after seeing the sun set over the sea, this has got to be one of my favourites views.

The other day I had a conversation that left me reeling. Not because it was exceedingly ignorant (which it was) or infuriating (which it was), but because I'd had this conversation before, almost verbatim.

The conversation, for the record, was about the need for gender-neutral pronouns after reading the excellent Dogs and Smurfs article by Max Barry. Someone disagreed with the necessity, arguing "he" is a perfectly acceptable gender-neutral pronoun. Others disagreed. The conversation went quickly downhill, and ended in the other party packing up his toys and going home.

As I said, this conversation happened to me before. Was it always about pronouns? No. It was about unisex public toilets, or funding for AIDS programs, or the lack of female role models in the media for little girls, or abortion, or same-sex marriage, or street harassment, or rape culture, or the current Prime Minister of Canada. Every time, though, the other party pretty much went through the same motions.

The pattern goes something like this:

Un-Privileged Person (UP): [Something] is a direct result of privilege, and should be changed.
Privileged Person (PP): I don't have that experience, so I don't think it exists.
UP: But that's how privilege works — if you're privileged, it's hard to see it. I'm asking you to consider that.
PP: I can see how you'd think that, but no, I don't think it's true, and neither do other privileged people, so we shouldn't change anything.
UP: That makes you sound like a bigot.
PP: You're taking this personally, and ruining the constructive atmosphere. Discussion over.

I hate these conversations. The other person isn't interested in changing their opinion, and frankly, neither am I, so I don't know why I do it. I suppose I look for that golden day when someone finally says "Huh, you know, you may be right, so I'm going to go home and think about things for a while", even though that hasn't happened to me since, oh, the year 2000 or so.

I also hate them because they've turned me into the sort of person who uses the word "privilege". When I first ran across it on the Internet, the word got my hackles up — not because I disagreed, but because it's so overused (like "paradigm" or "dichotomy" in university). Unfortunately, the more I have these conversations the more I realize there is no other way to describe what's happening.

To make myself feel better (after calling my friends and indulging in a bit of intellectual circle-jerking to reassure myself I'm not insane), I sat down and made a Sexism Discussion Bingo Card. This would work equally well with Racism, Homophobia, Classism, or pretty much any other conversation in which privilege plays a part. Just replace "sexism" with your "ism" of choice.

“It’s not a problem for me, so it shouldn’t be a problem for anyone else”

“You’re taking this too personally”

“Lots of men agree with me that there’s no problem”

"I don't hate women. I just don't see why they need [x]"

“I have opinions I know other people think are sexist, but I’m not sexist”

“Calling me sexist actually makes YOU sexist”

“You’re biased”

“My anecdotal experience outweighs your facts”

“I’ve never had that experience, so I don’t believe it exists”

“It's always been this way, so it's arrogant to say we should change”

"Sexism no longer exists"

“Pointing out my privilege is reverse sexism”

“You should examine your own prejudice against men”

“You only see sexism because you want to see it”

“You shouldn’t force people to change just to suit your own needs”

“Let me explain how being a woman makes you wrong”

Got any more? Add some in comments! I wish this were an exhaustive list.

(PS – Anyone who wants to argue with me about the need for gender-neutral pronouns, please check this bingo card. If any of your points match, I'd rather not.)

(PPS – Anyone who wants to make a "butthurt female overreaction" bingo card, feel free. This is a free society, after all.)

Shirahama in Wakayama is a tiny town with great PR. It's a sleepy town that takes hours to get to, with not much to recommend it besides a lot of rocks, hot springs, and cliffs. Years back, they rebranded it, importing sand from Australia, building some theme parks, and naming all their rock formations. This one is the Senjojiki, or Thousand Tatami Mats.

It is, granted, beautiful. But I don't think this mass of sandstone would have half the traffic it did if they hadn't turned it into a major tourist attraction. ;)

I was one of the guys in high school.

Saying this can evoke any number of responses or images from other women, but one I hear quite often is, "Oh, that must have been fun! I wish I could've been one of the guys." Recently I've seen a lot of romanticization of the position, as I live in Japan, where the girls-crossdressing-as-guys thing is a huge trope. When I was actually in high school, I heard this lament from my female friends almost weekly.

I'm here to tell you that no, ladies, you probably don't.

Don't get me wrong — I loved it. In high school I was not interested in dating, had no real romantic inclinations (except a preternatural attraction to men who turned out, without fail, to be gay), and would have been horrified to discover any of the guys I hung out with were interested in me. I loved the freedom, the fun, the complete lack of expectation of how girls were supposed to act in high school. I loved being able to joke with them and have conversations they'd never, ever have with other girls. I just don't think it would have worked for everyone.

This "one of the guys" thing has gotten romanticisized in a way that makes no doggone sense. The popular culture image of said girl is always one who's ridiculously attractive while liking whatever non-stereotypically-girly thing the boys like (sports and beer, if they're jocks; comics and gaming, if they're nerds, and so on), and most of the guys secretly want to have sex with her. I imagine that's how the girls I was friends with saw this — that I was, somehow, privy to a whole level of dating potential that they weren't. Unfortunately for them, there's only one actual rule to being "one of the guys", and that is:

None of them can want to have sex with you.

None of them can even see you as pertaining to sex at all.

Being one of the guys is basically a girl's version of the "friend zone", only moreso. I'm pretty sure all those girls in high school who had crushes on the dudes I flung my orange peels at would've been exceedingly frustrated had they actually been in my position. Where popular culture portrays us as being sex queens who are hot enough, awesome enough, and "not girly" enough (whatever that means) to get past the "NO GIRLS ALLOWED" door and into a private sex party, I can assure you it really, really isn't like that.

To reiterate: if any of them want to have sex with her, she's not one of the guys. If any of them hit on her, she's not one of the guys. The same works in reverse: if she is attracted to, or hits on, any of them, she's not one of them.

I mean, it might be possible. But most high school girls would get tense hearing their boyfriends speculate on which other girls either had, or would end up having, fake breasts, or who would be the best to sleep with if you were gay and didn't want anyone to know, and therefore, who would be the one to avoid sleeping with if you were straight and didn't want people to think you were gay. And, frankly, they'd be right to. That's not the sort of thing you generally talk about with the person you're dating.

Being one of the guys is not a privileged rank that I brag about. It means I was so far from even being on the sexual spectrum with these guys that I didn't trip any filters in their minds, the same way they wouldn't think sexy thoughts about their buddies. On one hand, that meant there was no wall between me and them, which was, I admit, pretty cool. But it also meant that I had to self-censor all the freaking time, because being one of the guys and being a feminist are two very difficult things to reconcile. Even though the guys had forgotten I had lady bits, I never did — and I knew that one wrong move would get me booted out, for good.

When they were sexist or patriarchal (which was, let's face it, about 80% of the time), at first I kept my mouth shut for fear of reminding them I wasn't actually one of them. If a guy makes a rape joke, what do you — ostensibly as one of them — do? Make a big deal out of it, ruining the friendship, or sit in silence, hating everyone and feeling guilty? Eventually I got the hang of telling them off without sounding like a girl, which usually involved being sexist right back, with a good side dose of mockery. It did get to the point where I could call a guy out for saying something sexist or offensive and have him back off, without tripping his defenses or derailing the train of the conversation. Sometimes a simple, chastising "duuuude" was enough; sometimes more. It just took a lot of concentration, and always felt uncomfortable.

Being "one of the guys" can be fun, illuminating, liberating, and challenging. It can also be awkward, uncomfortable, and give you the sense that you're compromising your values. Some days it's great, cracking jokes about Shakespeare and the Salem Witch trials and blackmailing them into dressing as girls for a school project; other days you look through magazines telling them which girls have implants and how to tell, and feeling vaguely icky about it. Like anything, it's a mixed bag. It's not, though, the plot of any movie where the girl ends up in an all-guys' school and ends up in a love quadrangle.

Anyone know any popular culture representations where the girl actually is one of the guys, and not in an uncomfortable way? Let me know! (The only one I can think of offhand is the blacksmith in "A Knight's Tale", and I love her.)