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Something about the way I sank into the chair and yawning last night around 8 o'clock caused my to pop my my right temporomandibular joint, since it has caused me a lot of hassle. First I had to call Telehealth to be sure and get told that I should check it one, then I had to go to a walk-in clinic downtown to be told that I should see my dentist, then I walk down the street to my dentist and make an appointment for a week's time, then I have to go home with the strong suggestion that I should rest the jaw for the next bit, this rest including no "jaw jaw jaw." This unpleasantness, along with the strong desire to keep my dull pain from becoming actual shooting pain never mind wake-up-screaming-in-the-night pain, means that a pleasant night based on oral communication isn't going to be. Tabernac.

What will I do instead? Electronic communication will suffice nicely for the next bit, which works out since I wanted to write a blog post that began with Tumblr. A microblogging site like Twitter that includes an ability to readily share photos and video, this social networking service got some coverage recently in the free daily TTC-ubiquitous Metro, "Ups and Downs of a Tumblette's Life". "Tumblette."

Canadian Jaime-Leigh Fairbrother (a.k.a jaimeleigh) is supposedly a Tumblette: young, sexy and an over-sharer. The Tumblette — a vogue-ish tag for a female type who blogs on the website Tumblr — “lifecasts” with an edge.

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On her “for the story goes” Tumblr, the Toronto-based Jaime-Leigh Fairbrother bares all daily — from a series of self-point-and-shoot photos the 20-something blond snapped for a Semi-Naked-Picture-Day, to a controversial posting that included a spreadsheet mapping her bed-hopping history.

“People have a weird love for these sexual things,” says Fairbrother, who in person, is surprisingly demure. “We all talk about it... yet if you’re honest and shameless about it, you’re judged.”

At first glance, Fairbrother’s Tumblr is a female version of Tucker Max, whose drunken bro-ish hijinks recently made it to the big screen in I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell.

It’s made Fairbrother a love-her-or-hate-her Tumblette: She’s garnered a cult of 800 to 900 active followers and, last week, was ranking higher than other micro-celebrities and fellow oversharers, like Internet star Julia Allison.

Fairbrother’s quick to recognize her Tumblr began over a year ago as a lonely, soliloquy-ing stream.

Her postings quickly garnered followers, especially through Tumblr’s unique re-blogging feature — the re-posting of content allows users to trace how one post is amplified or subverted by other users — which created a dialogue that would bounce between her, her followers and even non-followers.


(Jamie-Leigh's Tumblr blog is here. I like.)

Many of the Tumblr elements described above--the ability to share and reshare links, the ability to construct communities of readers, and so on--have been active functions of any number of blogging platforms and social networking systems for years. boasts about the Telegraph that "the smart thing to be doing online these days is tumblelogging, which is to weblogs what text messages are to email - short, to the point, and direct."

What interested me most about the article apart from its content was the way it positioned a certain demographic as core, 20-something women who are quite active and often very open online. This sort of association with an online social networking service with a stereotype isn't unfamiliar, and may not even be inaccurate, since social networks are famously lumpy. We're familiar with how MySpace is especially common among musicians and certain American socioeconomic classes, how Orkut surprisingly came to dominate the Brazilian and take off in absolute numbers in India, how English Canada went Facebook-mad long before French Canada, the networks which ensure LinkedIn is populated very largely by professionals and professional-wannabes, and, closer to home, the way that Livejournal is famously big among Russophones. My own blog presence is based on Livejournal since that's the platform where my friends and acquaintances were, and I'd be surprised if that wasn't the sort of thing that influenced all my readers at some point. One may as well be amazed that Flickr's users use that service to store and reproduce images.

Some stereotypes are accurate, even useful. Others, not so much. The use of the diminuitive "ette" to describe hard-core users of Tumblr struck me as interesting, inasmuch as "ette" is one of those terms that is either sexist or reclaimed from sexism. The latter is the one that applies here, but real stigma is elsewhere. I think particularly about how some talk about Livejournal as an embarrassing wasteland populated by whiny teenagers. While I was flattered when one blogger years ago cited A Bit More Detail as one of the few good things on Livejournal, I was not impressed even more by the insult paid to the hundreds of Livejournal users who are as interesting bloggers as anyone. Are Blogspot and Typepad really that much better? This prejudice has even been internalized: the maintainers of the very interesting [livejournal.com profile] russiamagazine community preface most of their posts by saying that the "Russian blogosphere conveniently, if bafflingly, revolves around LJ."

I don't like this prejudice. Negative stereotypes are always bad, especially the sweeping ones, never mind how these particular ones discourage some from taking full ("Why use Livejournal if people won't take me seriously?") and lead others to ignorantly reject huge, perfectly enjoyable, swathes of our great global online community. It's inevitable that the prejudice that infects humanity generally would manifest itself in this specific form, I suppose, and the sheer size of the online community makes picking-and-choosing inevitable regardless of the motives involved, too, but I still feel let down. What happened to the dreams of unfettered global community? More, was wanting to believe in them really inevitable?
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I've recently started rewatching the remastered episodes of the original Star Trek series with some friends. We've only gotten part of the way into the first season so far, but there have been some rather good ones: "Charlie X" is an entertaining study of what happens when angsty adolescents have godlike powers; "Where No Man Has Gone Before" is the first episode of many to touch upon the dangers of transcending the level of the human; "What Little Girls Are Made Of" combines android infiltrators and dead civilizations and sex and one of the worst breakup scenes ever.

And then, there's "The Enemy Within", the famous episode that sees Kirk split into good and bad halves by a transporter accident that leaves crewmembers stranded on a hostile planet's surface, apparently because the shuttles aren't working. Or something. The episode had any number of howlers, but easily the worst element of the show was the way in which sexual abuse was treated lightly. This episode's victim was Yeoman Janice Rand, a shy blonde miniskirted woman in her early 20s who was ambushed by Evil Kirk in her quarters. Afterward, when she goes to sickbay and tells her story, no one apparently sees anything wrong with letting Kirk sit in on his accuser's statement because he interjects and says that it wasn't her. Rand apologizes, telling him that she would have kept quiet if he hadn't also beaten a passing crewman who heard her screams for help. Later, she accepts with a quiet nod a smooth-talking Evil Kirk's statement that he'll come by her quarters later to explain exactly what happened earlier that day. The episode ends with Spock--Spock!--saying to Yeoman Rand, with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, that "The... impostor had some... interesting qualities, wouldn't you say... Yeoman?" One of our number wondered if Rand wasn't surprised so much by Kirk's breaking into her quarters, leering and stinking of alcohol, but by his decision to do it on a Thursday.

Let's stipulate that the original Star Trek was one of the most forward-looking shows of the 1960s. Even with this stipulation, it's still shocking that some of the most forward-thinking people saw nothing wrong with putting a television episode with horrific elements like this into the ether. I guess that by the mid-1960s, the sexual revolution had made just enough advances to be really nasty for sexual objects, like women, who were now entirely free to be victimized by anyone. (Maybe that's the in-univrse reason why Rand left in the middle of the first season.)

So. What horrors have you noticed pop up in your favorite pop-cultural ephemera on recent reviewing?
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