So you may be wondering who the bald, bespectacled fellow in the upper-left corner of this post is, and why he’s posting on Shakesville. Then again, you may not; for one thing, you could be reading this on an RSS feed, and thus you may not have seen any picture. You may not pay attention to pictures in general, instead choosing to focus on the written word exclusively. And even if you did notice, you probably just thought that perhaps Mustang Bobby had chosen an even-more-improbable photograph to accompany his posts.
Alas, the photo is of me, Jeff Fecke, and you’ll be either happy, unhappy, or largely unaffected by the news that I’m going to be joining the gang here at Shakesville.
Some few of you may be familiar with my Blog of the Moderate Left, notable primarily because it hasn’t been particularly moderate since mid-2003. A few more may have read some of my work at Minnesota Monitor, where I’m a writer and reporter.
As for my personal life, I’m 33, which is the age at which you begin to forget exactly how old you are. I’m divorced, and the father of a smart, talented, and loving four-year-old who will be starting Kindergarten in the fall. I live in Eagan, Minnesota, which is a suburb of St. Paul, in a nondescript two-bedroom apartment. I also own a cat who, like me, weighs about 75% more than would be ideal.
Melissa has asked me to come aboard to write about gender issues and feminism, which may seem strange, given that my 23rd gene pair is XY. It shouldn’t, of course: equality is good for everyone, and men (and women) who are resistant to evolution in gender roles are standing in the way of a truly equitable and just society. I’ve believed for some time that pro-feminist men have a responsibility to speak out in support of women’s equal rights, for the simple reason that many anti-feminists are less reflexively able to ignore men than women. That very fact is, of course, insane, but its insanity makes it no less true — and that means some tenors and basses may help break through the walls by lending their force to the altos and sopranos.
Thus I hope to add my voice to an already strong chorus of men and women on this site arguing for the simple proposition that individuals should be able to chart their own destinies, free from people telling them that their desires are too masculine or feminine. My hope is that, in my own small way, I can help to make the adult world my daughter will enter in a decade-and-a-half a more welcoming and supportive one than now exists.
So that’s me. Expect me to complain a lot, occasionally post quasi-witty graphics, and every once and a while diverge from gender issues to complain about George W. Bush, praise They Might Be Giants, or complain about George W. Bush while praising They Might Be Giants. Hopefully you all enjoy it, and if not, well, just look for the bald, bespectacled guy’s picture — and avoid it.