Old Issues, New Coke

I once knew a rabbi who would start all her sermons like this: "So, I was driving in my car when..." To that effect, I was biking to work the other day, wondering why asexuals couldn't just eschew dating alltogether. (I know, dating again...) Then, this popped into my mind:

"You can change a product, but tamper with a beloved brand, and the public will kill you."

--Lesson from Ily's publicity class

[Above: Oh no they di-n't. Possibly the biggest marketing failure in history.

Yes, my professor would be proud. It occurred to me at this moment that dating is actually a brand, much like the Coca-Cola Classic that was almost killed by the fabled New Coke. As a people, we haven't always dated, much like we haven't always craved Starbucks Frappachinos (guilty) or sworn by Firefox (again, guilty). But somewhere in between arranged marriages and first-wave feminism, dating became one of our society's most idealized behaviors. Just like we long to cruise in a Mercedes or step out in Manolo Blahnik shoes, we love the idea of a romantic dinner at which sparks fly between near-strangers. Successful brands are ones that we have deep emotional connections to, and dating is no different. And like any good brand, dating makes a crapload of money. Thousands of businesses-- maybe even yours-- depend on dating for their livelihood.

However, dating's branding isn't impeccable. Rather than being geared at a target market, it's being foisted on all of us. This is not only annoying, but sloppy business. So everyone, their mom, and their dog is telling you to date-- so what? What if everyone told you to eat Big Macs, but you're vegan or saw Supersize Me? Wouldn't you just laugh it off? Well, dating is very similar.

You might not be able to change the brand. But, you can always change the product.

It's possible to radically change dating, while at the same time letting people believe that their idealized notions are a possibility. This might all seem monumental, but doesn't it make you feel better to know that dating isn't the lost 11th commandment...it's just a brand? That it's just like Coke? Does that make it a little less intimidating? I hope so.

Famous-ish A-s-- Bradford Cox

Has anyone heard of the band Deerhunter? I haven't. Remember when every new band had "wolf" in the name? Well, I hope this isn't about to happen with deer as well. Anyway, its frontperson, Bradford Cox, is asexual, hey hey! I was able to find quite a few articles where he mentions this. In Creative Loafing, Bradford is quoted:

Visuals like these [naked young men on album art] have led some music fans to assume Cox is gay. But he prefers to call himself asexual, saying he doesn't pursue romantic relationships with anyone, male or female. For him, growing older means learning to live alone, not settling down with a life partner and starting a family.

"Twenty-five is the age where, like, certain people would be settling down with a wife, having kids, getting a mortgage and stuff," he says. "And that's not where I'm at. It's never where I'm going to be. So I have to find my own way to be stable and ward off things like loneliness, poverty and feelings of uselessness."

Dude, I hear you on that. He seems like a very unique persona. It's too bad that most of the people who interviewed him seem to see his sexuality as just another of his unusual behaviors (ie, appearing on stage in a dress and fake blood). Hopefully that's residual frustration for having to write about yet another up-and-coming indierock band. See how I always presume the best about people? Strange...
Anyway, have some cake, Bradford...Get famous and stay asexy!

A New Look for the Old A-Team?

Just got home after a very successful meetup. Sure, just one other person came, but we had a great conversation about the creation of a San Francisco "chapter" of AVEN. Rather than just having meetups, we're hoping to do activities of a more organized nature. If all goes as planned, these will be interesting and fulfilling and exciting to people. Since I had a rocky sorority experience in college, I was initially very freaked out about the prospect of taking on yet another chapter. But, there will be no officers, no rushing of people, no improvements to our "image", no other groups competing for members. And best yet: No one can disband your sexual orientation. No one! Ever! Ha ha ha!

But I think I can now say that I'm finally excited about having a more multifaceted AVEN chapter, and we'll be able to do really wonderful things with everyone's different ideas and talents. We even have a first project to collaborate on-- pamphlet distribution. (C'mon guys, it'll be fun!) My first task towards creating this new supergroup is talking to the local folks and finding out what activities they're interested in doing. Ah, I've missed being part of a chapter...! This kind of has to work...right? Cheap beer for everyone!

Trouble in Mind

When I'm not being made to read about the myriad horrors of New Coke, I'm still getting through Gender Trouble. GT doesn't mention asexuality, although I keep coming across passages where a mention of it would be absolutely perfect. Butler might not be familiar with our little orientation, but it's the ultimate nyah-nyah-nyah to the "compulsory heterosexuality" she obviously despises. If your aim is to "make gender trouble", as Butler says hers is, then get asexuals. Seriously. No matter how traditionally gendered we appear to be, we're still kicking it where it hurts. There's always the next edition, Ms. J.B.!
I'm pretty sure GT is about feminism, although I'm also sure it contains themes I can't perceive, like hidden messages on a record playing backwards. But what I know Butler discusses is who has the right to participate in feminism, and what the feminist movement should look like. I know that for my lovers of alphabet soup, this is starting to sound familiar. Here's a quote for you: [translated into regular English, with respect]

Is "unity" necessary for effective political action? Is the premature insistence on the goal of unity precisely the cause of...fragmentation among the ranks?...Does "unity" set up an exclusionary norm of solidarity at the level of identity that rules out...actions which disrupt the very borders of identity concepts, or which seek to accomplish precisely that disruption as an explicit political aim?...[My] approach to coalitional politics assumes...the shape or meaning of a coalitional assemblage [cannot] be known prior to its achievement.
-Page 21

So, if you still think your local LGBT group could stand to mix in a few more letters (if they're not, like some groups, just becoming "Pride!" or "Queers!" and eschewing letters altogether, to my delight), tell them Judith Butler sent you. And that could be just frightening enough to make them take notice.

Woo This: Riding with the Sheik

What I learned from watching The Sheik:

1. Men in silent movies have the habit of opening their eyes unnaturally wide. I don't know why a director would let actors do this, because it's seriously freaky.
2. It's a good thing I didn't live in 1921, as all my friends would have been fainting/swooning/killing themselves over Rudolph Valentino, and I wouldn't have understood it at all (see #1).
3. For a movie that's undeniably campy today ("My! You have such big hands for an Arab!"), it brings up issues of sex, race, and "the exotic" that are definitely with us still.

But the big question is: Was I wooed by "the greatest lover of all time"? Whenever I watch a movie like this, I'm always sitting there going: "I dare you to woo me." For me, there's certainly nothing sexy in the idea of being "taken". To paraphrase Daniel Boyarin, it's just a way of convincing women that they want to be raped. (Yikes!) But, I'd like to think of the jovial sheik as being more innocent than that. Maybe we can ascribe his kidnapping behaviors as a cross-cultural misunderstanding. I'd like to think the best, you know? And hey, at least you'd be sure he was into you.
So yes. Being thrown onto someone's camel like a sack of potatoes, and then spirited away into the wilderness, doesn't appeal to me. However, if a dashing, ethnically ambiguous young prince wanted to (consensually!) pick me up in the desert, I don't think I'd refuse. All I ask is that he keep his eyes firmly inside his sockets.

[Above: Rudy wants to take you home. Ladies? Anybody?]

The DVD I have also contains Son of the Sheik. There's more? Ah yes. I have much to look forward to.

In other news: I was at work today, when I got an e-mail from Chipin.com, saying that we reached our goal! I practically fell off my chair. Yes folks, I've managed to collect exactly $385.07 towards the pamphlets. And of course, all thanks your help! It feels absolutely wonderful to have the pamphlets within reach. And soon, they'll be in people's hands!
I know what some of you are thinking: "Dang! I wanted to donate, but I didn't get the chance!" Well, there may be more visibility projects in our future (I mean, there will be more, but when and what, I know not)...and I will, as always, keep you posted.

Marx and Engels

I wanted to write about the song "Mixtapes that Lucy Made" by The Winter Club, mostly because it contains this line:

I wanted to kiss you; I don't know why, because I've never kissed a boy or girl before.

But, most of the lyrics are unintelligible to me, and are not online anywhere. So I guess I'll never know if the rest of the song is as asexy as this particular line. If you're jonesing for some British girl group action (and really, who isn't?), check out their Myspace page here.

While we're on the topic of songs, it occurred to me that I've never actually posted "Marx and Engels" here. This is unbelievable, as it is probably the most overtly asexual song currently known to humanity. Not only does it contain an asexual character (as I'd like to think), but it makes me feel a lot better about schlepping to the laundromat. Here are the lyrics:

"Marx and Engels"
by Belle and Sebastian

There's misery in all I hear and see
From the people on TV
After their tea when life begins again
They'll be happier than me
There are a thousand meals being made
on Saturday
From the view I saw today
I took a bet inside the launderette
With a girl from Wallasey.

She spoke in dialect I could not understand
But one thing she made clear
There was no coming on to her
There was no way...
There was no intellect
That she could respect
If it couldn't see
That the girl just wants to be
Left alone with Marx and Engels for a while
She's writing in the style
Of any riot girl.

What I like about Belle and Sebastian is how they make up their own strange little worlds inside their songs. "Marx and Engels", of course, is no exception. Here it is available for download on Yousendit.com. I hope it works!

Elephants, Wild in the Streets!

I was sitting on MUNI today, and since it was too crowded to even open a book, I started thinking about what to write about next in this blog. Besides Gender Trouble, I'm reading What Color is Your Parachute? and there's nothing even remotely (a)sexual in there. I started musing, "Well, I don't care how many people identify as asexual...as long as everyone knows it's an option." Whenever I meet people who knew about asexuality as young as their teenage years, I'm always surprised and impressed. I didn't know about it until I was 20. To that, I almost thought, "better late than never", although 20 isn't late at all. Some folks don't hear about asexuality until they're 30, 40, 50, older than that, or never. And it isn't these peoples' fault; they simply weren't aware of the information. And isn't that unacceptable? It's like voting for a candidate not because you think they're best, but because you didn't know there were others. There's just something undemocratic about it.
Anyway, I'm still thinking about some way to do SF Pride...not like the pamphlets are done yet, but anyway...it would only cost $55 to march in the actual parade. And I think I could get a bunch of people to participate, if only for the novelty factor. I'd have to go to "parade contingent" training (and get a second person to do it too). We also couldn't use elephants without alerting the city. Well, we have until April to decide...