“I’m the katsudon fatale that enthralls men.”
Category: Gender
2017 Goals and 2016 in Review
2016, what the heck even. You were the worst year: everyone died, including a significant number of queer icons and feminists, as well as several individuals who were influential in the oppression of the LGBTQ+ folks during the AIDS crisis; and we elected someone so unqualified and corrupt that, if he and his cabinet picks…
Self-Care Oatmeal Chocolate-Chunk Cookies
I understand that food blogs carrying on as scheduled is a source of comfort and normality in these first three days. However, for my first 100 days of activism, this blog is going to be relentlessly queer. Rainbow-laser queer. Queer turned to 11.
[queerness intensifies] First, we start with self care.
Special Man Chocolates to Tell Him How Special His Masculinity Is
Or, “A box of chocolates is like life: full of problematic masculine posturing.”
Kiss Kiss Fall in Love? Queerbaiting and Afternoon Tea x Pocky’s “Sweet Love Story”
At first glance, it looks like Glico and Kirin have created something inclusive, and it’s really, really adorable. At least until you start reading the copy.
“I measure the time and I stand amazed” – Orcas Island
A year ago, my best friend* and I took a day-hiking trip to Orcas Island on President’s Day. We left at 5:30 in the morning to find the first Zip Car’s keys were missing; got a ticket in a speed trap in Skagit County; didn’t pack enough food; weren’t able to get food at the brewery where…
“Seattle Sweeties” Campaign Predictably Compares Women to Food, Detracts from Cause
I desperately wanted to like “Seattle Sweeties,” Cupcake Royale’s line of cupcakes benefiting Runway to Freedom and Mary’s Place, NPOs that work with homeless women and survivors of domestic violence to help. I love cupcakes almost as much as I love overthrowing the patriarchy. Yet the campaign’s language, in trying to empower women, only manages to reduce them to food terms, objects for consumption.
Feminist Friday: My Cake Carrier is Not an Invitation
Content note: descriptions of street harassment, which include queerphobic and misogynistic comments.
Do you ever have something so utterly bizarre happen to you that even you can’t believe it happen? I don’t mean like watching something in slo-mo, I mean like staring into the gaping maw of some incomprehensible eldritch horror. I mean hearing the opening strains of “Bohemian Rhapsody” as if it were diegetic music.
Add a Dash of Cultural Imperialism: Japanese Food and Cooking (1956), Part 5
“Raw fish, to many foreigners, spells trouble.
‘Raw fish!’ one can hear them scream, ‘how could anyone think of eating such a thing?'”
Add a Dash of Cultural Imperialism: Japanese Food and Cooking (1956), Part 4
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Ch. 3: “Rice-Sandwiches” We’ve made it to the sushi chapter, readers!
Add a Dash of Cultural Imperialism: Japanese Food and Cooking (1956), Part 3
Foreword and part 2 here. Ch. 2: Rice Dishes Like many chapters, this one starts off well, with an explanation that rice is the staple food of Japan (all 85 million inhabitants; now 1.27 million) and is served in a variety of ways; there follow instructions for washing and cooking rice. One thing I find…
Add a Dash of Cultural Imperialism: Japanese Food and Cooking (1956), Part 2
Prior post: “Foreword” Ch.1 : Ingredients, or On Learning to Judge Foods Let’s talk learning foodways as part of your culture. If you are told that a certain food is gross by media, peers, family, or society at large, you will probably internalize that message on some level. Case in point: Brussels sprouts and liver and onions…
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