Mount Rainier Travelogue Parte the Firste: Water, Water Everywhere

One day, amidst all the other projects I have on the burners, I’ll write you up a proper tale of Mount Rainier’s geology. For now, I’m going to just wander through the forests and meadows, pointing out a few pretty and/or interesting things, because damn it, we need something nice right now.

Firstly, if you decide to take a trip to the mountain yourself, download this excellent roadside guide by Patrick Pringle. It’s utterly fantastic and a great help in deciding what to see and do – except it makes you want to see and do more than you possibly can! Continue reading “Mount Rainier Travelogue Parte the Firste: Water, Water Everywhere”

Mount Rainier Travelogue Parte the Firste: Water, Water Everywhere
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Sexism, Skeptics, and the Burden of Proof

Never fails. Women reveal they’ve been harassed, threatened, stalked, abused, assaulted, or otherwise harmed, and a concerned contingent shedding crocodile tears descends upon the comment thread squawking about the evidence. Hyperskeptics demand the allegations be proven beyond a shadow of a doubt. Legal eagles screech about innocent until proven guilty. There are howls of libel, slander, defamation, etc. Presumptuous jackasses pontificate upon the necessity for the victim to prosecute if there really was a crime. And so on.

To repeat the refrain from one of my favorite songs from the Vietnam War: Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all.

But I shall review standards of proof, just for our own edification, and because I want to have a place to refer back to when people stutter, “B-b-b-but we can’t possibly eject so-and-so from the community without a trial, conviction, and Supreme Court ruling!”

Continue reading “Sexism, Skeptics, and the Burden of Proof”

Sexism, Skeptics, and the Burden of Proof

For Glacial Detritus Aficionados

Lithified Detritus was salivating over one of the Mount Rainier photos, and I figure when one of you demands more publicly, many more were shouting “Please oh please!” in their heads.

This post is for you, my dears.

First, a stage-setter:

Mount Rainier and Nisqually Glacier
Mount Rainier and Nisqually Glacier

If you click on the above, it should take you to the full-sized extravaganza. You’re welcome.

Now, see where the Nisqually River is born:

Terminus of Nisqually Glacier, with the young Nisqually River emerging.
Terminus of Nisqually Glacier, with the young Nisqually River emerging.

There you are. Because I love you all, and you should have all of the beautiful things!

For Glacial Detritus Aficionados

Cock Roaches II: Wherein a Story is Related

Onamission5 shared this story on our previous post, and it compels me to share for those who may have missed it:

Your roach analogy reminds me of something so I’m going to piggyback a bit and I hope you don’t mind…

Many years ago, a girlfriend of mine and I traveled across the country to a southern state for a music festival. Staying at her parents’ house, I went to use the bathroom one day and out from the baseboards crawled a huge cockroach, quite bold and content to be where my feet were without fear of me stomping on it. I freaked, running out to the living room where my girlfriend’s family was located and informed them of the giant roach, what should I do?? They laughed. Roaches are normal, a part of life here, they said, yes they are gross but you get used to them after a while, besides, they hardly ever come out in the day, they are usually content to patrol the house at night, yes we know they carry all sorts of disease, but what you gonna do?

Cockroach! Image courtesy Ted & Daniel Percival via Flickr.

Cue moving to FL some years later, similar experience to yours with the apartment except our landlords engaged in blaming us for the roach problem that was there when we arrived, saying we must have caused the infestation with our dirty habits (of living the normal lives of busy people with children) because none of their other tenants had complained about roaches before, imploring us to spend hundreds of dollars on plastic containers for our cupboards so the roaches wouldn’t be tempted by our food, we should put our pets on a schedule and keep the pet food dishes clear of leftovers after every feeding, take our garbage out daily, vacuum daily, and engage in all other sorts of “common sense” hypervigilance maneuvers because they were completely unwilling to admit that the roaches were a problem they should deal with. *We* were supposed to alter our lives according to the habits of the roaches, *we* were supposed to spend money we didn’t have to protect ourselves from a problem that our landlords weren’t even willing to admit existed, let alone take steps to solve. We were forbidden on threat of eviction from using “chemicals” on our own. We were forbidden from calling in experts to help us. We tried to follow their instructions, we tried to be good, compliant tenants, but the problem kept getting worse, and after a year of exhausting hypervigilance and increasing denial+hostility from the property owners, we finally gave up and moved.

These experiences mirror my experiences with calling out sexist bullshit, trying to hold people accountable for actions which harm others. The roaches are everywhere, what do you expect, what you gonna do, besides they’re mostly hidden in the walls which is perfectly natural and it’s your fault they come out because you tempted them so you just have to get used to it and suppress your horror and hang your clothes up where the roaches hopefully can’t reach, seal up all your food, show some self discipline, and take your shower/eat your breakfast/attend that conference/frequent that space anyway. Or move, and leave the problem behind for someone else to fall unsuspectingly into.

Exactly.

Cock Roaches II: Wherein a Story is Related

Cock Roaches: A Cautionary Tale

“Where you see one, there are hundreds more you can’t see,” my stepmother said. She’d gone with me to look at apartments. She’d pulled open a drawer to reveal a dead cockroach beneath. Other than that, the apartment was just what I was looking for, and the managers said they’d take care of the pests before I moved in. So I signed a lease.

It was fine for a while, but then I began noticing the occasional roach. Nothing horrible, and I’m not easily squicked out by insects, but still. You expect to live roach-free when you’re paying to live in a middling-decent place. So I called the managers, and they called the exterminator.

That seemed to help, but within weeks, the roaches were back. And breeding. Continue reading “Cock Roaches: A Cautionary Tale”

Cock Roaches: A Cautionary Tale

Unidentified Flying Dinosaur: Hidden Beauty

Let’s try to mix up the Very Serious Stuff with a little Life’s Still Sometimes Awesome stuff. Also, we haven’t done a UFD for a while. Also, I feel like making a few of you sweat a little.

The reason you all didn’t hear a peep from me Friday was because B and I spent all day Thursday up on Mount Rainier, and we were tuckered the next day. Also, we had to take kitties to the vet. And it was hot. Did I mention tuckered? We were. Otherwise, I might’ve sprung this on you Friday. So it goes.

We heard birds galore. Some birds I’d never heard before. The forests were filled with song and cheer. And do you think any of those evil little gits posed for us? No. Actually, some did – always when the camera wasn’t ready. Spent all day up there, and all I got bird-wise was one raptor so distant you can’t make out what it is, and this. Continue reading “Unidentified Flying Dinosaur: Hidden Beauty”

Unidentified Flying Dinosaur: Hidden Beauty

“How to Help Change This Incredibly Toxic Culture”

I will have a great deal more to say about the predators in our midst, and the cowards who give them cover. So much more. Much of it will not be kind.

But I think we’ll start here, with what good people can do to help victims, and what they can do to help stop the assholes who prey on people who can’t stop them. This advice comes from fcmp in a comment on Pharyngula, and I wholeheartedly endorse it. Continue reading ““How to Help Change This Incredibly Toxic Culture””

“How to Help Change This Incredibly Toxic Culture”

New at Rosetta Stones: Wherein I Get Off My Duff and Bluff

Here you are, my darlings: the very-first-aside-from-the-intro post in our Discovery Park bluff series. It has the very grown-up title of Hey, Puget Sound! Are Ya Bluffing, Punk? Well, Are Ya? You know it’s grown up because it’s a play on Dirty Harry’s famous words, and that film was rated R, which means Restricted to Adults. Also, it uses words like “unlithified,” which means it must be Very Seriously Grown Up.

Well, about as grown up as geologists ever get when they’re burbling over their favorite subject, anyway. Hopefully your review will say “Entertaining and informative.”

Enjoy!

New at Rosetta Stones: Wherein I Get Off My Duff and Bluff

We Were Too Forgiving

So you may remember when DJ Grothe accused certain skeptic women of scaring other women away from TAM, and destroyed the goodwill of many in our community. Former supporters ceased supporting TAM, but most of us were willing to give James Randi the benefit of the doubt. Some of us even tried to meet our obligations to TAM, and suffered for it.

And many of you probably remember when Ron Lindsay got up in front of a room full of skeptic women, at a conference for skeptic women, and insulted them thoroughly. Then he took to his official blog and attacked Rebecca Watson rather viciously. Then he failed to apologize. CFI took an inordinate amount of time to issue a statement that amounted to “suck it.” But when Ron finally got round to apologizing, we forgave him, and most of us cautiously supported CFI again, despite the fact the Board had failed to take appropriate action.

And now, this. And this.

unacceptable

It’s too much.

My opinion is only my own, but I believe we have been too generous. We’ve forgiven too easily. And we’ve shielded reputations, failed to name predators, failed to demand substantial change. Our community has suffered for that failure.

We just wanted to be reasonable.

We need to internalize this truth: the reasonable thing to do is to demand abusers and harassers be held accountable for their actions. The reasonable stance is to demand that the leaders of the skeptic community apologize sincerely when they’ve harmed women, and make necessary and substantial changes in addition to that apology. The reasonable request is to require that organizations take measures to appropriately respond to harassment and abuse perpetrated by their employees, or speakers and attendees at their conferences.The reasonable stance is to say that this behavior will not be tolerated within this community, and if you are proven to engage in it, you are no longer welcome in our organizations and at our gatherings. And it is reasonable to expect those who fail to appropriately address misbehavior to step down, or if necessary, for their employers to terminate their employment.

It is reasonable to withdraw support from organizations that fail to live up to these standards.

It is unreasonable to tolerate the status quo, to protect big-name predators because they are big names, or to expect the victims of predation to suffer in silence.

It’s also reasonable to give people and/or organizations a chance to correct their deficiencies (although obviously this does not apply to those whose harassment was egregious, or if they assaulted or abused another person). It may even be reasonable to give them a second chance to get it right.

But it is far from reasonable to give them a third chance.

We cannot be expected to accept excuses, explanations, and lukewarm apologies indefinitely. Nor should we be expected to endure indefinite inaction. We cannot tolerate abusers remaining comfortably anonymous and allow their victims to be gagged.

We cannot continue to support organizations like the JREF and CFI, who have gotten it so egregiously wrong so very many times.

Here is what I believe should happen now:

Women in Secularism 3 should be moved from CFI to Secular Woman, American Atheists, or another national organization that has proven it can be trusted on these issues.

Those who speak, write, or volunteer for JREF and CFI should decline to continue doing so.

Employees of those organizations who are not okay with how these serious issues have been handled should be assisted in finding other employment if they choose.

Those who donate their time and/or money to these organizations should cease all support immediately.

Does this seem harsh? It’s meant to be. We’ve already given them first, second, third, fourth, and umpteenth chances. Despite the good they have done, they have proven they will not adequately deal with harassment and abuse. They’ve made their choice.

It’s time for us to make ours.

We Were Too Forgiving

Dear Survivors

This is the truth I’d like you to place in front of you right now, where you can see it: you survived. You did what you had to in order to survive the assault or abuse or other horrible thing that happened to you, changing your status from “one of the lucky ones” to “survivor.” You got through a situation that could have completely destroyed you. That alone is a triumph. May not feel like one, but you’re here and breathing because you found a way to survive.

Excellent.

That’s something other people don’t get to take away from you. Not ever.

Now. You may have noticed a contingent of shitwads who think your survival technique is something they get to judge, like this is some kind of Olympic sport where you get a score based on how flawless your performance was. Continue reading “Dear Survivors”

Dear Survivors