Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Gender Surprise: The Kinder Conundrum

Ahh yes, Kinder Surprise, many a childhood memory can be recalled; the mixed excitement and disappointment of cracking open the little brown eggs of joy to discover what my ‘surprise’ was this time.  These chocolatey treats have become iconic over their decades of existence, but the seemingly calm Kinder waters have been disturbed.
By no means are Ferrero, the manufacturers of the aptly named confection, free from past conflicts. Kinder Surprise have achieved legendary status in the US, where they have become prohibited from sale or import due to a bizarre FDA regulation which bans, ‘the sale of any candy that has embedded in it a toy or trinket.’ However, a new controversy is in town, and it’s coloured pink and blue.
Earlier this year, the Kinder Surprise was launched with different coloured wrappers to hint at the surprises inside; blue for cars, pink for dolls. While no explicit reference to gender has been made, the intent is obvious, Ferrero are asking parents to pick the ‘right’ egg for their child in a seemingly desperate attempt to reclaim dwindling sales. There has been an understandable outcry across the internet, with numerous change.org campaigns (one of which can be found here) being launched to combat it. While many people will be nodding their heads in agreement at the outrage, there will be without doubt several people who have found their way to this page and asked, ‘what is the problem?’
After all, surely this will save tears? Thousands of little boys receiving fairy princesses, and girls with accidental dumper trucks will no longer have this concern! Maybe now parents can make sure that their children get the toys they want in the first place? While this may be a concern for some presents, we need to start asking why these children want these toys in the first place; maybe the Kinder conundrum is a symptom of the illness, and not the cause. In our increasingly (albeit slowly) more accepting and open-minded world, is this kind of gender stereotyping a step backwards? In a word: yes.
To the initiated, the assignment of play-things based on the genitals you own seems preposterous, but to those unfamiliar with gender struggles it seems to be the norm. The Kinder conundrum on its own has the potential to be innocuous, but unfortunately contributes to a toxic mindset which enforces the patriarchy. The arbitrariness of gendered toys often feels like something that we should have moved past by now, and should not be enforcing further.
However, I don’t believe that the blame should rest solely with Ferrero; this reaction to falling sales seems to me to be a symptom of our patriarchal culture. In a society which still places such emphasis on gender roles, it’s hardly surprising that companies would exploit archaic views of masculinity and femininity for their gain. Millions of people have had these kinds of backward values so ingrained in them, that they defend them without question; maybe this is the real problem that should be solved?
I suggest that instead of campaigning against the perpetrating corporations, we should instead try to educate ourselves and each other about the implications of such gender stereotyping. This is by no means a simple task, and it will probably take generations for this kind of petty discrimination to be stamped out, but it will be worth the effort. We must remember that there are whole lot of people out there who see no issue in gender stereotyping, but this will be through ignorance rather than wilful bigotry. Patience is the key! Once people’s attitudes begin to change, the rest will begin to look after itself. It is very sad that Ferrero have taken this sort of action, but maybe we should stop sharpening our pitchforks at them, and instead consider tackling the issue at its root.

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Top tips for student living in winter

Winter is looming and there’s only so much that dodgy central heating can do to keep our spirits up. Here are LSi’s top tips for staying warm and chirpy during the cold, dark winter months.

Jumpers
Feeling the chill? Now is the perfect time of year to raid the charity shops and vintage stores, as it’s finally jumper season. Find yourself a reasonably priced piece of knitwear and become the newest edgy kid in town. Bonus points for attire with animals and garish colours. Also, it helps to cut down on those scary winter heating bills.

German Christmas Market
If you've got a yearning for the Bavarian Yuletide experience, the Christkindelmarkt is Millennium Square from November 8 until December 18. Make sure to get yourself down there for a veritable smörgåsbord of culinary delights, a wide array of Germanic products and even a talking moose head. It also makes for an interesting, if somewhat odd, venue for a date. Drink alcohol laced hot chocolate to your heart’s content, have a bite of that pretzel, and get yourself into the Christmassy mood.

Hygiene, hygiene, hygiene!
As we all know, the winter months mean the spread of nasty coughs and colds. For perfect attendance, make sure that your personal hygiene is of a military standard. Make sure to wash your hands frequently, because while you may be considerate of the spread of germs, other people will inevitably not. It may sound condescendingly simple, but avoid touching your mouth or face if you've touched suspect surfaces and for extra protection bring along a small bottle of hand sanitizer, it smells clean and the sensation of it evaporating from your skin brings a shiver of childish glee.

Makeshift heating solutions
Is your wallet feeling the end of term pinch? Are you shivering in your bed at night? Then consider your pang of cold desperation and utilise this cheap and homemade solution. Take a large, empty coke bottle, rinse it out, fill it with hot water, and you have yourself a makeshift hot water bottle. The heat lasts for a surprisingly long amount of time, but there is one thing to look out for – make sure your water isn't too hot or boiling, otherwise you will melt the bottle.

Security
Make sure to keep your homes extra secure at this time of year, as burglaries increase during the winter months. Those of you in halls with lots of security may have slightly less to worry about but remember to keep your doors and windows locked at all times, just in case. Also remember to set your burglar alarm if all of you are out at once, and leaving a light on inside can also help to deter criminals. For more information, consult: www.westyorkshire.police.uk/burglary.

Personal safety
In addition to burglary, the longer nights also mean that it may be more unsafe to get from place to place by yourself. If you don’t have the money for a taxi, Amber Cars will be able to take you home with your student card in lieu of money. Your card will then be dropped off at the finance counter on the first floor where you can pick it up and pay your fare. The Leeds University Union also has a Nightbus which can take you from the Union entrance to your doorstep for just £1; bookings can be made at the security desk. If the night bus isn’t an option, make sure to walk in well lit areas and not to have valuables on show.

Winter food
Now that we’re entering the colder months, it’s the perfect excuse to ditch the salads and go for something heartier; you do need to build up your winter fat reserves, after all. Soups are an absolute must for a lunch or a light dinner, paired with buttery crusty bread; it can make for a cheap, tasty and nutritious meal. Baked potatoes are equally simple and filling, too.

Decorations
Is your accommodation looking a bit Spartan? To give your dwellings a bit of Christmas spirit, consider making your own decorations out of coloured paper. Paper chains are easy, an ideal way to procrastinate and can be a fun bonding exercise between you and your flatmates.

Cheesy Christmas Playlist
To further get you into the Yuletide mood, making a playlist with all of the corniest Christmas songs you can possibly think of is a must. It will make for an interesting atmosphere at pre-drinks and can be used as motivation when writing that last minute essay.

TV Christmas Specials
And finally, it is the time of year when it’s finally acceptable to watch all the Christmas specials of your favourite TV shows. In case you haven’t seen enough of the reruns, you can always catch them on demand at various streaming sites. A personal favourite is the Father Ted Christmas Special, A Christmassy Ted; Father Jack is the only name I need to mention.

Wednesday, 30 October 2013

Marceline and Princess Bubblegum: The Cartoon Network Lesbians?

If you’ve had any contact with the internet in the past few years, you will have inevitably come across Adventure Time, even if you haven’t realised it. The cutesily animated characters with profound captioned gifs can be found all over tumblr, and their faces can be found on t-shirts and bags on the high street. Cartoon Network premiered the first episode over three and a half years ago, and since then it has grown itself an understandably large fanbase. Praised for its imaginative storylines, likeable characters, and mature but accessible themes, it is equally popular among children and adults. In recent months, after a somewhat turbulent reception to the implied lesbian relationship between two main characters, the theme of homosexual romance is being explored again. What does this bold move from a very influential television programme mean for the future of the characters, and possibly queer representation in children’s media?
Marceline the Vampire Queen and Princess Bubblegum, the show’s two main (and very well written) female characters, didn’t always have such a positive relationship. Initially presented as rivals, with contrasting personalities and prone to butting heads, throughout the five season run these women have gradually become firmer friends. The first signs of this friendship becoming more than platonic were explored in the third season episodeWhat Was Missing, when it was revealed that Marceline had given Princess Bubblegum one of her own t-shirts as a gift. Despite the positive reaction from the queer community, the proverbial shitstorm that followed resulted in the accompanying behind-the-scenes series removing the video acknowledging Marceline and PB’s relationship, with the whole YouTube channel eventually being deleted. After this setback, the subject wasn’t broached again until July of this year in the episode Sky Witch, which opens with Princess Bubblegum waking up in Marceline’s t-shirt, smelling it, and reveals her wearing it under her clothes. A friendly picture of the pair is also shown taped up on the inside of Princess Bubblegum’s closet. The value of the t-shirt is further emphasised at the end of the episode, when Bubblegum sacrifices it in exchange for Marceline’s prized teddy bear. All of these seem to point to a subtle but complex relationship between the two girls, which (with credit to the show’s excellent writers) is very well done.
ADTIMEMarceline and Princess Bubblegum in What Was Missing

Is this finally what we’ve all been waiting for? Accurate and relatable representation of female friendship and romance in the mainstream media? And, perhaps more vitally, an understated, un-tokenised representation of a homosexual relationship on children’s television? So far, it seems so. The relationship between Marceline and Princess Bubblegum in Sky Witch seems to have been handled with all the sensitivity we could ever possibly hope for. Contrary to the vast majority of television and film, the budding romance doesn’t feel like a ratings-grabbing or demographic-pleasing gesture, and it is instead given the same treatment that would automatically be given to any on-screen heterosexual relationship.
SNIFFINSHIRT
Princess Bubblegum smelling Marceline’s t-shirt in Sky Witch

Personally, I’m finding this all very exciting; as a fan of the show, which has in the past tackled issues such as feminism, consent, and patriarchal views with equal respect, I feel like it’s a massive step in the right direction of queer representation in all media, and the fact that it’s a cartoon aimed at children further sweetens the deal. As mentioned before, the whole subject has been tackled with the utmost sensitivity in Sky Witch. The relationship between the two girls feels as though it has been grown organically, and isn’t shoved down your throat like a lot of unexpected TV lesbian relationships often are. I’m also really looking forward to looking where the fantastic Adventure Time team will take this story. Adventure Time are well known for gradual, season-spanning character development, and I’m looking forward to the arc of Marceline and Princess Bubblegum’s relationships joining the other great plotlines of the programme.
However, the behind-the-scenes accompaniment, Mathematical!, didn’t appear to tackle the subject with the same finesse, and instead used fandom-prodding tactics that many of us have grown to hate (follow the link and judge for yourself, feel free to comment with your opinions!). Thankfully, it was made by a production team behind Adventure Time, rather than the writers themselves. Despite all that, I still have very high expectations for the future of children’s television; with Adventure Time being such an influential show, I have every hope that writers will soon follow suit, and help to bring realistic queer representation to the masses.
Despite my excitement, we must not get ahead of ourselves; the writers of Adventure Time are just doing what everyone else should be doing anyway. Even though I’m optimistic, there is still a long way to go before queer relationships will approach anything near normal and accurate representation in television and film, not to mention the other types of representation that need to be addressed also. However, this does not mean that Adventure Time should not be celebrated. In an internet environment that fetishises male homosexual relationships, the relationship between Marceline and Princess Bubblegum truly is a breath of fresh air, and I hope that it is a sign of things to come.

Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Oh, I do like to live beside the seaside

As you may have guessed by my writing in this publication, during term time I live in the sunny city of Leeds. However, my home town is a popular seaside resort on the East Coast; you know, the kind of place where people would die to live, and rightly so. However, its beauty can be a curse, and during the summer holidays, life there can begin to share similarities with a bizarre apocalyptic scenario.
“Oh, you’re so lucky to live by the beach!” I hear you cry. “You must go all the time!” But it couldn't be further from the truth, most coastal dwellers are lucky if they visit the sands more than a few times per year. For the vast majority of the time, the North Sea wind lends itself to creating a climate not too dissimilar from the sub-arctic tundra. As soon as the weather is more favourable, every inch of the coast is covered in sun-ravaged British skin, and businesses for miles around are desperately pleading for extra help. Alas, instead of squeezing yourself into the melee of tourists, you must make the proverbial hay while the sun shines. Expect to emerge from your place of work in September with a milky hue seen only during Icelandic winter.
But the tourists aren't just on the beach, they’re everywhere. They’re in the supermarkets, in the streets, in the middle of moving traffic; the amount of people that can fit in such a small town is so disgusting it’s impressive. As a result it can be difficult to have what some people would call a ‘normal life’. Want to park in the town centre? Forget about it. Do your weekly food shopping? I admire your ambition, kid. Walk down the street? Invest in a jetpack. But how do you avoid the holiday rush? Even the unstoppable juggernaut of the pensioners’ coach trip is slow going. My expert advice is to buy and stockpile all food and supplies months in advance of the peak season, nuclear bunker style. That way you can avoid venturing out into the madness unless absolutely essential.
So you’ve got enough tinned peaches for three months, but yo'’ve just realised you have a dog, who’s looking at you with an intense longing which can only mean one thing: walkies. As you’re not a cruel owner, and you quite like your dog really, you decide to brave the great outdoors in the name of love, friendship and man’s best friend. You meticulously plan your route, and wake up at the crack of dawn in a desperate attempt to avoid the mid-morning tidal wave of tourists. You step outside your door and breathe a sigh of relief; the coast is clear. You begin to relax, you must be safe now, and you’re starting to get almost too relaxed.
Just as you think you've got away with it, from around the corner comes a gleaming beacon of middle-aged flesh. Your hands fly up in front of your face, desperately trying to shield your eyes, but it’s too late, the image is forever burned into your retinas. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am all in favour of freedom of expression, especially with regard to what you decide to wear. But something tells me a portly man in his fifties wouldn't walk around his own home town clad in nought but sandals and tiny, tiny shorts. It’s Yorkshire, not the Costa del Sol. I suggest that if you ever find yourself somewhat deficient of clothing while walking through a residential area, until you reach a more appropriate location, e.g. the beach, keep all of that glorious body under wraps, even if just to prevent any further loss of sight.
By now you've had enough, you've seen enough barely clothed midlife bodies to last you a lifetime, and you desire more than anything to get out of this godforsaken place. However, the universe has other plans. You have a car? Fantastic, get out as soon as possible, but try not to bankrupt yourself in the process. Local companies have the unfortunate proclivity to charge extortionate rates for their wares, including fuel, to wring every stray penny from unsuspecting tourists and disgruntled residents. However, if you’re among those who find driving a rather tedious business, then your luck has run out. If you live in a seaside town, especially a rural one, the government and local council apparently don’t care about you enough to provide you with anything approaching regular and reasonably priced transport. They instead seem to expect for you to hand-fashion some kind of makeshift rickshaw in order for you to travel anywhere that’s more than a couple of miles away. Alternatively, you can pretend to be an old lady and try to smuggle yourself back on a coach trip from Newcastle. However, this is a bit mean as an old lady would have lost her ride home, and we've already established that you’re not evil.
So there’s no way out, it appears that you are stuck here for the rest of eternity, or whenever the next bus arrives… But I've got a feeling that the former may come quicker. If you should ever find yourself in this hellish predicament, instead of curling up by the side of the road and consigning yourself to a hunger strike until someone removes you from the situation, I suggest that you start enjoying yourself. What’s that you say? I've spent this whole article persuading you that life by the sea is completely overrated and bordering on horrific? I know, but hear me out; there must be a reason why all of these people are here in the first place. Look around you, it’s beautiful! The sunlight emanating from the glistening bald heads lining the beach, the sweet song of seagulls fighting over a chip, the heady aroma of seaweed washing in from the waves, it’s wonderful really. You could be living in a sprawling concrete metropolis that has ‘shops’ and ‘trains’, but instead you live in one of the most desirable places in the country. Give yourself a pat on the back, you deserve it. Now go and get an ice cream and have a sit down, you’re going to need it after all that…