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Mitt—and the Mormons—the morning after

February 8, 2008

images-2.jpegNow that the initial news over Mitt Romney throwing in the towel has been absorbed by the media far and wide, a lot of news copy and bloggage is picking over the relationship between his candidacy and his faith. Libby Copeland of the Washington Post in “Did Mormons Get a Bounce from Mitt?” thinks Romney may have been a little too perfect for the American public:

Romney seemed so Mormon, so squeaky clean, so Pollyanna-ish, even. (Remember when he went to Michigan and said he could bring those lost jobs back?) Romney’s seeming normalcy isn’t the norm anymore. Maybe we understand better those who’ve strayed or failed and recovered — or, for that matter, those who aren’t fabulously successful and can’t put tens of millions into their own campaigns. Maybe we relate to the family lives of other candidates, candidates who have been divorced, who have blended families, whose children don’t all campaign with them (and may not even like them). Sure, they’re messier, but messy is authentic.

Peggy Fletcher Stack of the Salt Lake Tribune today concentrated on the “weirdness factor” that dogged Mitt and the Mormons during the last several months:

…Romney’s failed campaign revealed what many Americans really think about Mormons. It forced Latter-day Saints to acknowledge that they don’t just belong to another American denomination.

“We have to live with the fact that a lot of people think our beliefs are strange,” said LDS historian Richard Bushman, the professor emeritus at Columbia University who helped explain Mormonism to a skeptical public. “Mormons have never had so much exposure as we have in the last year, so much genuine curiosity on the part of high-level media. I don’t think we’ll ever be the same.”

If it has been tough for many Latter-day Saints to see themselves as others do, it has been equally hard to face the country’s continued bigotry, said others.

And it may not bode well for the future, says Stack. “The anti-Mormon whispering campaigns in the Bible Belt may also have permanently derailed the growing political alliance between Mormons and evangelicals,” she predicts. Read the rest of this entry »

Shaking hands with history

February 1, 2008

I once heard Oprah Winfrey tell the story of seeing the Supremes for the first time on the Ed Sullivan Show on CBS. This was in the Sixties when about the only black people on television seemed to be athletes, dancers and Diahann Carroll on the carefully scripted “Julia.” As soon as they spotted Diana Ross, Oprah and her friends and family all immediately called each other and said — well, I’m not going to say what they said, because it sounds racist coming from anyone but her. Suffice it to say it was a big deal then to see black people on national television.

Things have changed, and isn’t it wonderful? (Two words: Denzel Washington.) Black people are a major part of every level of the entertainment industry, and have made great strides everywhere else. Okay, I’m not naive. I know things aren’t perfect, and that there are still acres of acrimony and discrimination, but things are better. (Two words: Condoleeza Rice. Or Colin Powell. Or Barack Obama.) I remember as a child seeing pictures of segregated water fountains and benches in the South, and I realize much of this change has happened during my lifetime. I was utterly thrilled several years ago when I got to shake hands with Rosa Parks. I felt like I was touching history.

Mormons are a lot like Oprah was. Mormons on television! Donny and Marie! Gladys Knight! Ken Jennings! The Mormon Tabernacle Choir! Larry King’s wife, Shawn! Harry Reid! Carmen Rasmussen! Glenn Beck! Larry King and Mike Wallace interviewing President Gordon B. Hinckley! We were accepted, we were loved, we were admired. We were finally breaking into the mainstream.

Or so we thought. Two words: Mitt Romney. As the Deseret News posted, an op-ed piece by Barry Cleveland in the Carni (Ill.) Times that was picked by a variety of blogs pretty well sums it up: Read the rest of this entry »

And the winner is —

January 30, 2008

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During my seven-year run as a magazine editor, I fell in love with the look and lore of typefaces: the graceful serifed fonts, with their subtle visual curls and cues, contrasted against the blocky honesty of sans-serifed fonts. I loved writing text and then swapping among fonts, just to see what the typeface would add to the content. While I had a brief infatuation with the calligraphic fonts and some of the ultra-moderns, I always kept coming back to the old standards: Helvetica, Courier, Palatino, Bodoni. They were safe, unobtrusive, trustworthy.

The Boston Globe is picking candidates based on the typography of their logos. “If we were to predict the results based on typography and design,” say the editors, “we would pick McCain and Obama.”

Obama’s type is contemporary, fresh, very polished and professional. The serifs are sharp and pointed; clean pen strokes evoke a well-pressed Armani suit… This typography is young and cool. Clearly not the old standards of years past.

And poor Hillary?

The Hillary type palette is far from fresh and colorful; it is begging for legitimacy instead of demanding respect. It projects recycled establishment. The type has a tired feeling, as if the ink has been soaking into the page too long.

(Why, I wondered, with the other candidates making such good use of their last names in their logos, would Hillary use only her first name — Oh, wait a minute. Yeah, right.)

While the Globe editors had mixed feelings on Romney’s look (good use of caps, but a weak symbol), they ended with a flourish on McCain:

McCain uses type that is a perfect compromise between a sans and a serif, what type geeks call a “flared sans.” Not quite sans and not quite serif, sort of in between, moderate, not too far in either direction… The military star centered and shadowed is a not-so-subtle touch. And McCain just says “President,” as if to say he’s already been elected. Everything about this logo says you can buy a car from this man.

I disagree. McCain’s logo bores the crap out of me. It’s old and stodgy and more black than blue, and it’s probably the reason why he won Florida — you could easily see it at 500 yards, with or without your bifocals. Based on the typeface, I’d probably go for Obama.

Mad about magazines

January 28, 2008

tiger beatSome of the best education I received came, not in school, but on the floor in front of the magazine rack in my father’s drug store, where I started waiting on customers when I was eight. (I learned to add and subtract by making change from the cash register. I was darn good at it.) I started out with comic books, but by age 10, I was ready for something more grounded in real life. Even Super Girl and Wonder Woman have their limitations.

The local magazine distributor wasn’t very discriminating, and the magazines we stocked were definitely second-tier. (A few years later, I’d have to go across the street to the Safeway to get my Seventeen fix.) Once a woman came up to my father and announced that we had “the dirtiest magazine collection in town!” For a time after that, he’d glance through the titles when they arrived and pull out one or two, but eventually he lost interest and the purience of our stash was again guaranteed. Thus, I had all sorts of areas to explore: True Crime, Modern Romance, Stag, Screenplay, Tiger Beat, Western Adventures, and the most coveted of all, Mad Magazine. (Some wag claims that girls couldn’t possibly appreciate Alfred E. Newman and his friends, but I inhaled them all: Spy versus Spy, Horrifying Cliches and those wicked movie parodies, especially “The Poopsidedown Adventure” and “Star Blecch,” all of it!)

I would usually wait until Sunday afternoons after church when the store was closed and my parents were napping to drown myself in pulp fiction. I’d grab a stack of magazines and a Coke from the water-filled cooler, hunker down on the cold tile floor behind the American Greetings card display rack and explore the adult world until my little cheeks were numb.

My pubescent 12-year-old self (with my 15 extra pounds and early-onset acne) particularly ate up the romance magazines. I remember one thrilling account of a girl who, after a long crush on a particular boy, finally ended up locking lips with him until “celestial chords of music rang in her head.” Two paragraphs later, she realizes she is pregnant. I was puzzled. Is that how it worked? What part did the chords of music play in her getting knocked up? Was there an effective birth control against such chords? This was much more interesting than comic books. Read the rest of this entry »

Botoxic

January 25, 2008

I like Meghan Daum, so much so that I ordered her essay collections and subscribed to her weekly column. Now a columnist with the LA Times, she is perhaps best known for a startling essay published in The New Yorker in 1999 where she outlined how completely impossible it is for a normal person to afford to live in New York City. She retreated to the financial obscurity of Nebraska for a time before ending up in LA.

Her latest column has been nagging at me ever since it showed up Monday. A fairly attractive woman, Daum describes a visit to a dermatologist to take care of an “inconsequential” scar on her knee:

Without looking at my chart, the porcelain-skinned, flawlessly made-up “laser spa technician” led me into the treatment room, gestured toward a hulking machine worthy of the Starship Enterprise, glanced up at me and asked, “Just your face today?”

At that moment, the era of not worrying about my face came to a screeching halt. My adolescence and early adulthood had been marked by a low-grade dissatisfaction with just about every other aspect of my appearance (there was so much to hate about my hair and body that a little blotchiness and acne seemed like lint on my shirt by comparison), but now I was officially at war with my face.

Granted, Daum nows lives in SoCal, where agonizing over the encroachments of age has become a religion, but for the technician to assume she was ready to grapple in mortal combat with her face made me squirm. She goes on to make the case that high-definition television, which has the ability to magnify every enlarged pore to the size of a quarter, isn’t going to go away. HD camcorders will bring our personal hard truths to our own televisions, and we’re all going to be judged by an increasingly high standard. Read the rest of this entry »

The Times discovers the Fatosphere

January 23, 2008

I can’t believe the New York Times thinks this is news. I’ve been reading fat-acceptance websites and blogs for years, and I think NAAFA goes back a decade or more:

Blogs written by fat people — and it’s fine to use the word, they say — have multiplied in recent months, filling a virtual soapbox known as the fatosphere, where bloggers calling for fat acceptance challenge just about everything conventional medical wisdom has to say about obesity.

Smart, sassy and irreverent, bloggers with names like Big Fat Deal, FatChicksRule and Fatgrrl (“Now with 50 percent more fat!”) buck anti-obesity sentiment. They celebrate their full figures and call on readers to accept their bodies, quit dieting and get on with life.

The message from the fatosphere is not just that big is beautiful. Many of the bloggers dismiss the “obesity epidemic” as hysteria. They argue that Americans are not that much larger than they used to be and that being fat in and of itself is not necessarily bad for you.

And they reject a core belief that many Americans, including overweight ones, hold dear: that all a fat person needs to do to be thin is exercise more and eat less.

The mainstream media and the fatphobic public HATE this kind of talk. We people of any-size-but-a-size-six must be made accountable, must see the error of our carbo-licious ways, must toe that thin line. Well, that’s just JUNK. Read the rest of this entry »