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At the World's Wildest Horse Race

Can't stay away from Palio, Siena's bareback passion play.

By Steve Burgess, 10 Jul 2009, TheTyee.ca

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Tradition, custom, vendetta.

Fighting has broken out in Siena's Piazza del Campo. Girly fighting too, by the look of it. From across the piazza all you can see are flailing arms at the point where two crowds of young people have met, a wild flurry of slapping and punching. I can't see the colour of the scarves each group is wearing, but someone says it looks like Tartuca versus Chiocciola, or possibly Aquila against their old enemies Pantera. The enmity is long-standing although actual fights in the public square are not generally done. The kids can't help it though -- it is Palio time again.

Twice each Sienese summer the drums roll, the blood runs hot, and schemes are hatched behind closed doors as 17 neighbourhood tribes prepare to battle for civic glory by means of a horse race. The Palio is a bareback passion play. Visitors are welcome, but make no mistake, this is no tourist pageant. If you want to go deeper, better be prepared to punch someone for wearing the wrong scarf.

This is my fifth Palio. To date I have punched no one, nor had the desire to. Nonetheless I nurture hopes that I might find a place among the faithful here, to be allowed at least a little way inside a mystery that goes back at least eight centuries. Since my initial visit in 2002, I have pledged myself to the blue and white banner of l'Onda (the Wave). Centred in the district known as Malborghetto, l'Onda is one of 17 contrade, or neighbourhood organizations, that compete in two bareback horse races, held each July 2 and August 16.

Second place is for losers

The race, three times around Siena's beautiful Piazza del Campo, is over in less than two minutes. The preparations for it are pretty much year-round. The Palio is sport, politics, religion, identity, tribe, organizing principle -- the complexity of the event will escape almost anyone who did not imbibe it with their mother's table wine. But those interested should check out the definitive book, La Terra in Piazza by Alan Dundes and Alessandro Falassi, which details the forbidding labyrinth of history, tradition, custom, and vendetta that attends every Palio and the days in between.

Enough to know for now that most of the contrade have at least one enemy among the other tribes, and the desire to see a nemesis come to grief is almost as strong as the desire for victory. Ideally that grief should come in the form of a second-place finish, which in timeless Palio tradition represents a loss. There is not much stigma attached to finishing further back. Second place brings disaster, and for your enemies, joy.

At high noon on July 29, the soaring tower known as Torre del Mangia throws only the runt of a shadow on the baking stones of the Campo. Nonetheless the square is filling up. At 1.00 P.M. they will hold La Tratta, the event that kick-starts Palio fever. La Tratta is key to the genius of the Palio. It is the lottery that decides which horse will be assigned to each of the ten contrade competing in the race three days later (the other seven contrade sit it out, but are guaranteed a spot the following July). This is not major league money ball -- the richest contrada cannot buy the best horseflesh. It's all in the breaks.

Handing out the horses

L'Onda has not been getting the breaks. Our team has not won a Palio since Bill Clinton was still getting acquainted with Monica Lewinsky.

As the horses are assigned, the best mounts are disappearing and still the name of l'Onda has not been called. Finally only two horses are left, one of them, Elfo, considered a good bet. Elfo goes to Pantera. The blue-and-white-clad Onda faithful erupt in jeers. Screwed again.

We get a horse called Insomma (Italian for "In short"). The horse has never run a Palio, a major disadvantage. The Campo on Palio day, rocking with the noise of 50,000 shouting, singing partisans, and the brutal track with its sharp corners where ten horses and their mounts bounce off each other and, frequently, the mattress-lined walls, can be daunting for any mammal. It helps to have been there before, especially since a horse that loses its rider can still win the race.

I have seen it happen. But only a veteran Palio horse is likely to keep pounding around the circuit without human aid. We have a rookie, an equine question mark. The glum Ondaioli drift back to their home base on Via Dupre. There is muttering about the steady good fortune experienced by other contrade like Istrice (Porcupine) or Drago (Dragon). No one looks happy.

By Palio eve, hopes have risen just a little. During the prove, or trial races, Insomma has gradually relaxed. As one Ondaiolo puts it: "We would have a real chance, with about nine more trial runs."

Alas, there are only a handful of chances to check out the goods before race day, with morning and evening trials each day. It is at the evening trial on the 30th that fighting breaks out in the Campo when two groups of singing partisans collide. Aquila and Pantera really don't like each other. One year, after a Palio in which Pantera had expected to do well but had underperformed, I came upon a group of young Aquilini, lined up along the border of the Pantera neighbourhood, waving Aquila flags and singing "E o subico" -- You are sewage. Enemy contrade are often neighbours, which is not only understandable but handy.

No tears for 'the Granny'

The July 1 trial run, on the eve of the actual race, is considered the most important. By 7.15 P.M. the Campo is full of singing, chanting young people dressed in their contrade scarves, tied in the latest fashion. Some even carry inflatable toys inspired by the name of their particular horse. Two years ago Onda got a horse name Jaguaro and almost immediately all the Onda kids were carrying little inflated panthers. Insomma, unfortunately, is not an inflatable concept.

Trial runs are not usually hotly contested affairs. But on this night something goes wrong. As the horses disappear from my sight round the third turn, known as the Casato, there is a thump and a shout from the crowd. Word spreads of a collision between the horses of Lupa (She Wolf) and Civetta (Owl), with Civetta's horse coming up lame and being hustled off the track. Partisan shouting gives way to a buzz of concern -- no one, not even Civetta's enemy, Leocorno (the Unicorn), wants to see an injured horse. Finally comes the good news that the animal is not fatally injured. But it will not run in tomorrow's race.

It's a devastating blow for Civetta, which holds the unwelcome title of "la Nonna" -- "the Granny" -- bestowed upon the contrada which has gone the longest time without a Palio victory. They will keep that unloved title for now.

This is Italy, let's eat

The final prova over, the crowd drains away in all directions, each stream heading towards its home street or square. Like living rooms on Christmas Eve, these neighbourhoods have been transformed. All over town the 17 contrade have set up ranks of tables for La Cena, the big Palio eve dinner. Via Giovanni Dupre, the Onda home street, is brightly lit with the contrada's signature dolphin lamps, bedecked with blue and white banners, and lined on both sides with wooden tables that seem to go winding along for a quarter mile. Of all Palio traditions this is perhaps the only one that amounts to uncomplicated fun. Eat, drink, sing, hope. "There is always hope," says Onda veteran Gianni Roggini, "tonight."

One complication looms, though. Shortly after the first course arrives, the skies open. Twelve hundred people cannot move under cover. What to do?

Suddenly waiters appear, running the length of the tables, unrolling clear plastic sheeting. Holding the plastic canopy up with our hands and a few umbrellas, we lean over our prosciutto and melon.

The rain relents, and the sheeting is tossed aside. Now my neighbours and I gamely struggle to overcome my miserable Italian and their sketchy English as they begin teaching me the songs of l'Onda. Over the years I have learned a couple of contrada hymns, both of them positive and uplifting. Every contrada has them.

But there are other songs, the type directed at the enemy -- in our case, La Torre (the Tower). Abusive, mocking, often scatological, they are the most popular songs at these social occasions. One song teaches that, should I accidentally wander into La Torre territory, I will subsequently require disinfectant. Others are blunter. A notebook is passed around as various people consult on the proper lyrics to each screed. Franco, sitting beside me, asks his mother about a particular curse. Soon we can all sing together, to a lovely lilting melody, that La Torre is the contrada of shit.

Forrest Gump was here

Palio day itself is more of a grind. There are ways to get a great seat, none of them simple. One is to spend 200 or 300 Euros for a spot in the bleachers. One is to know someone with a balcony on the square. One is to be Tom Hanks, whom I saw lounging comfortably above the mob two years ago. But for the rest of us, a good spot must be claimed by arriving in the Piazza del Campo hours ahead of time and braving heat, rain, or whatever comes. It's free. So are the stretcher rides out for those who keel over before the race. Today, thankfully, it is cloudy. More thunderstorms could postpone the race, but they hold off. Only a few people faint.

Around 5.20, the parading starts. It's a medieval spectacle reflecting an event that dates back over 800 years. Brilliant colours, lavish (and surely unbearably hot) costumes, elaborate flag-tossing, and the nervous horses themselves being led slowly around the track. Slowly is the word. Watching the contrade strut past is a marvelous spectacle but after a couple of hours you would swear they are starting to pull contrade out of Sweden.

Finally the Palio itself, the banner that is the sole material prize for the winners, is taken around in a cart pulled by white oxen. As it passes, contrade scarves are waved. It's good luck. There are other superstitions, including the Mago, a soothsayer who predicts a victor even before the horses are assigned. This year she said: Onda. It's almost the only straw we can clutch.

Politics on horseback

A cannon shot, and the horses finally emerge. It is about 7.40 P.M. The crowd does not know it, but the actual race is still more than an hour away. Starting a Palio is so complex that it's amazing it ever happens. There are no gates, just a pair of ropes. As the huge crowd goes completely silent, the all-important starting order is called out. The last horse, called the rincorsa, is key -- it starts from well behind the line. The race begins when the rincorsa rushes toward the line, the rope drops, and everyone leaps forward together.

That would be tricky enough even if everyone was working together in a spirit of cooperation. But the Palio is not just a race -- it is politics on horseback.

Ever since the horses were assigned three days earlier the various contrade -- including those not running -- have been plotting and scheming. Almost everything is legal in a Palio race. Bribes are offered and tentatively accepted, requiring the recipients to interfere with a particular horse -- blocking, crowding out, even striking another jockey with your flail. A contrada that is not running will still be trying to screw its enemies, preventing a victory for the hated rival.

It is only at the line when the order is announced that it becomes clear who can most successfully interfere with whom. Jockeys will begin making eye contact as the horses mill about, silently offering and accepting deals.

So it is perhaps no surprise that this particular Palio simply cannot get underway. Several false starts, kicking incidents, and a seemingly complete lack of will eventually have the mob howling at the riders. Even the starter is pissed. "Buon divertimento," he cracks dryly as the riders ply their tricks -- good fun, but at our expense. I have been in the Campo almost seven hours. My back is killing me. I am thirsty as hell, but too much water might lead to an urge that cannot be satisfied until the race is over. Too dangerous.

And... they're off!

It is almost 9.00 when it happens. The horses surge forward, there is no cannon shot indicating a false start. Tartuca (the Tortoise) takes the early lead. Their horse Gia del Menhir, is one of the favourites. After one lap, an Onda supporter turns to me. "Where is our horse?" she asks.

It's true. I can't see Insomma. Suddenly there he is in front of us, unmounted, being hurried off the track. Insomma seems to have come up lame. And so the waiting continues for l'Onda.

After the crazy preliminaries, this race is a bit anti-climactic, the least suspenseful of the five I have seen. Tartuca's horse leads from start to finish. More interesting is the drama behind him. On the final straightaway, Lupa's jockey cleverly allows himself to be boxed out by Oca (the Goose). Oca's reward: a second place finish. On the TV replay afterward the Tartuca jockey is mobbed by joyous supporters while briefly, in the background, I swear I see Oca's rider pursued by angry partisans. He messed up, big time.

Months of preparation, hours of waiting, over in seconds. They'll do it again August 16. Interested?

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28  Comments:

  • Mr. Beer N. Hockey

    09-07-2009

    Rough Race

    Sounds like one roller derby of a horse race. Just what I have always wanted to see. In Vancouver the jockeys could hold a cup of Starbucks.

  • shabbaranks

    10-07-2009

    Girly Fighting?

    Really?

    Vanessa Richmond: please don't let him get away with that.

  • PatrickMcEvoyHalston

    10-07-2009

    Don't need no

    re: "Girly fighting too, by the look of it. From across the piazza all you can see are flailing arms at the point where two crowds of young people have met, a wild flurry of slapping and punching."

    Steve, fighting that amounts to a wild flurry of slapping might well seem most aptly summed-up as girly fighting to you, but, please note, such a summation can actually contribute to a mounting societal assessment of WOMEN, of females, as all so in truth, in essence, rather ridiculous, so rather-not-to-taken-seriously, so put-them-back-in-their-proper-place, girlies. Please note, woman have been spending the last two centuries and a half, trying to escavate themselves from a Hunt, from a God-damned, you barely deserve to live let alone be expected to be respected, hunt, and it would be a pity if, hoping, after all their efforts, after all this time, they've made some forward progess, they made the mistake of looking to your assessment of horsies and crowdie' antics, they felt that, no, it's all the same, that things won't change no how, no time, nowhere--no way.

    You're an interesting guy, with a promising future, so I'll resist flagging this post and reporting of your contribution to a belittling, hateful atmosphere toward women, to those who truly are to be counted on to be concerned about such matters, which may, unfortunately, given your position with the Tyee and its professed respect for women's rights and animosity toward any and all that's disrespectul to those who've historically been the brunt of brutal discrimination and shame, prove of a smaller cohort than we've been lead to believe. Of course I could be accused of making too much of such a small thing, but hopefully we've all done enough redemptive work, to know that this might amount to digging a deeper hole.

    Mancations; West Edmonton Mall women, shopping--as a, as THE problem; girly vs. manly kinds of fights . . . Changes ahead? I'm indeed wondering where you're headed, Tyee.

  • BC Mary

    11-07-2009

    Thank you, PatrickMcEvoyHalston

    a lot of us are wondering where The Tyee is headed.

  • G West

    11-07-2009

    And I'll echo that too Mary....

    The new look won't mean much if all that's happening is same old, same old....

    Not to pick on Steve Burgess especially of course, he can be quite a funny fellow at times, - but it 'is' a troubling trend: Facebook, Twitter, photo albums, ‘Shopping’ etc.

    Somehow it just doesn't seem feisty any more in fact, it seems almost, as a good friend put it the other day, a bit ‘passive aggressive’ in its demeanor.

    I really wonder what kind of marketing experts and PR people the powers that be are talking to.

    We shall soon see.

  • VivianLea

    11-07-2009

    I believe I'll refrain

    from speculating where the Tyee is going...there is enough to focus on where it's already gone.

    As Patrick says, this will undoubtedly be passed off as a small thing, and to pick on the term "girly fighting", making too much of a small thing. I can assure you, though, that it wouldn't pass muster by my university's style guide for non-sexist, inclusive, etc. writing...

    I remember, as a young woman during a job interview, being asked what kind of birth control I used. I remember an employee manual that specified in excrutiating detail the style of bra that female employees were permitted to wear on the job.I remember, with absolute clarity, entering a small cafe for breakfast that was full of lawyers on their way to court, and the ensuing cacophony of voices remarking on my ass and various other attributes. All this...when? In the 1980s...

    So I say that "girly fighting", as a term, may have a symbolic resonance for some of us of behaviour intended to degrade that was once routine. But it surely also has a more than symbolic resonance in signifying the type of comments that may be appropriate. And respectfully, Steve, what might have been an interesting article is a little soured for me.

  • PatrickMcEvoyHalston

    11-07-2009

    Just to be clear, G West. I

    Just to be clear, G West. I don't mind the subject matter, at all--I'm all for ostensible "soft" news, redemption (I said something as much on Vanessa's MJ post. It's the subtle, most certainly unconscious "move" to set up the "feminine" as suspect, that concerns.

    I hope they appreciate hearing your friend's feedback. It surely interested me.

    BC Mary: You're welcome. You may not like my opinion as to why the "feminine" came to become suspect, however, as to why women have been the subject of brutal treatment for millenia. I am not one to believe that some time way back, guys got together (perhaps on one of their cavecations?) and came up the inspired but hugely evil idea of enslaving women, to help set themselves up so much more "prettily." No one who hasn't been brutally treated as an infant, in her/his youth, would participate in setting up women, set up ANYONE, as intrinsically suspect--no matter the nature of "books," later pressed upon her/him. Those who have only known hate/disregard, have only that to offer others. True for men. True for women. True for dads. True for mothers.

  • SicPreFix

    12-07-2009

    From my point of view the

    From my point of view the whole story reeks of outmoded, sexist, pro-violence, tribal warfare, and "anyone who isn't a first place winner is a loser" mindset idiocy.

    I have to ponder, have there been any Girly-hospitalizations; Girly dismemberments; Girly murders?

    Really, I see nothing whatsoever laudable in this story or especially in this event. The whole mess is reminiscent of that other pathetic latino tradition: bullfighting.

    "One year ... I came upon a group of young Aquilini ... waving Aquila flags and singing "E o subico" -- You are sewage."

    Isn't that just lovely.

    Isn't it time humans leave the jungle behind, remove their simian underclothes, and participate in some serious behaviour modification?

    Burgess, you're a good writer. But you sure haven't sold me with this piece of tribalistic trash mongering.

  • Moat

    12-07-2009

    The Tyee Sky is not falling

    I don’t understand the need to trash the writers of the Tyee everytime there is an article that offends hegemonic sensibilities. While it is important to hold our writers accountable, it has to be done with real reason. As for the sexist ramblings in this article, a couple of lines, including the reference to Monica Lewinsky also left me a little puzzled as to what the author’s intentions are. However, the need to question the direction of the Tyee everytime an article does not meet some mysterious standard is becoming absurd.

    Vanessa Richmond wrote an article last year comparing and contrasting the media treatment of Spears and Jolie. While it was “shallow” article, it was designed to provoke thought and discussion. However, it brought calls of “Why is the Tyee publishing this sort of National Inquirer crap” by some commentators who did not even bother to read the article.

    There is a great variety of writing at the Tyee. If you don’t like this piece, you could spend some time commenting on the “Liberia, a Tricky Path to Justice” or the "Food Inc" piece. I encourage the writers at the Tyee to continue to take risks and provide us with many alternative subjects to consider.

  • lynn

    12-07-2009

    In praise of girly-fighting

    I am a hopeless case I fear.

    I take no offense at the term "girly-fighting."

    Having been a girl for all my life, I have a great affection for "girly-fighting".

    Now if I was to enlist in the army I would have to learn to fight like a man.

    And no doubt I could do so and become fairly good at it.

    I could learn all the tricks of the trade of how to quickly and efficiently hurt and kill people.

    That there are still pockets of girls/women who are not drawn to the killing fields, and still enjoy fighting and tussling like a girl - eg, "girly-fighting" - meaning we never want to seriously maim or hurt anyone or ourselves (we're not stupid) in the process is probably a sign that humankind still has a small hope that it might survive.

    Long live girly-fighting.

    It is the best way to fight.

    Mankind should try it as an option sometime.

    Just a suggestion.

    Enjoyed the article as well.

  • VivianLea

    12-07-2009

    Moat...

    Nobody is trashing the writer here: several people have complimented Steve.I believe you are confusing the expression of dissenting opinion or discussion designed to provoke thought with 'trash'.
    Presumably, this article too "was designed to provoke thought and discussion" - or why provide a comments section?

    "Thought provoking" is indeed the reason many of us come to this site; otherwise we could just read the pablum passing as news and views in much of the mainstream media. There is an interesting piece of research that identifies that many people like to read the familiar, that which reflects their own views - but there are also those who like to read the unexpected, the deep analysis of arcane events, the examination of cultural truths...but without sexism, homophobia, or racism - no mysterious standard there, as it is the expressed standard of the Tyee. I say that true "risk taking" would probably mean looking rather squarely at cultural conventions, myself.

    So you suggest that those who don't like this piece should move on to read something else...speaking personally, I read everything here. Yes, wouldn't it be heart-warming to read a string of glowing, positive comments? Rather more true to the intellectual imperative, though, to read those honest disagreements forcefully stated without malice. I've made my points about what bothers me in the article - as have several others - rather politely, but it is difficult to be polite in the face of being told what to think or when to comment.

    Please feel free to express your view of the article, or your view of others' views, but kindly do not attempt to direct the expression of my thinking.

  • PatrickMcEvoyHalston

    12-07-2009

    holding to account!, and all that jazz

    Moat, you didn't reference SicPreFix's post, which addressed the entirety of the piece, not "just" a "couple of lines." S/he, you noticed, is one whose (silly?) "hegemonic sensibilities" weren't so highly-strung, they disabled her/him from finishing reading the piece.

    I am one that tends to really engage in stuff some find unworthy of even a brief comment. But there are times when I won't do it, and will instead offer some broader critique--from part to whole. And when I'm beginning to sense that the range that you yourself still see, seems to me to be much less marked, and of a nature/direction that genuinely concerns, I talk it.

    Pieces just don't "provoke discussion," here. Many times they are not most fairly/accurately summed up/essentialized as of the kind of stuff that opens things up. Many times there are articles here that discourage/disparage certain ways of looking at the world, that work to shut things down, to shut people down. I like it when people go at these articles in an alive way, to challenge what might well be--who knows?--a rather unfortunate narrowing, rather than a wholy commendable opening of things up (something all periodicals/media outlets pretend to: even [or even especially] the likes of FOX news). You may not intend, but you play in a way to taught appreciations of the media and readers, here, to shut certain readers/commenters down and buoy journalists up, which requires some challenge.

    Most times, again, I really go at the entirety of the piece, because most articles are alive enough that you may not most fairly go at them (though this doesn't necessarily follow), that you cannot resist not engaging with them, by taking on two lines. If this the case with this piece? I had too many other articles also (reverberating) in mind when I read/addressed this one. But SicPreFix didn't--was focused solely on this one. And looks to be one who feels the whole of it is to be found in the smaller part.

    It is no good when people are afraid to say things, however. And it is good when writers operate with a certain, with a considerable, disregard for what others might say--how else to integrity? how else to productivity?, how else to, even, sunshine!, pirates!, sundae sweetness!, and a better world? And it is true that people are very quick to shut people down when they say anything un-pc, as many who contribute to discussions here, have learned from past experience.

    Perhaps almost as quick as they are to jump on those who can be set up to seem implusive, flippant, indulgent--"girlie": i.e., those whose obsession over the trivial, makes them sadly inferior to those able to hold to proper account.

  • Mr. Beer N. Hockey

    12-07-2009

    To this man's eye, it is the

    To this man's eye, it is the very political rigidness, even of people as diabolical as writers with a sense of humour, demanded by the Authoritarian Left that is the poison in the cup that leaves them forever dwelling in the starting gate of most of this country's electoral races - especially the Big Race. Freedom of speech is a damn clever idea - people like it - and is only ever opposed by enemies of the people. I hope the Tyee continues to allow a little of it beneath its fishy banner.

  • VivianLea

    12-07-2009

    freedom of speech...

    always a good idea. Relates to the comments section, too.

  • Steve Burgess

    12-07-2009

    Response

    Since people seem to feel strongly about this, I'll respond.

    "Girly fighting"--It's a joke. Pick your battles, folks. Save the outrage for the real issues. Or can one of you explain to me the underlying lack of respect, the clear disdain for gender equality, represented by an old-fashioned term for slap fighting? Am I failing to acknowledge the very real hopes and aspirations of 21st century women to haul off and break noses with solid pile-driving punches?

    SicPreFix wrote: "... the whole story reeks of outmoded, sexist, pro-violence, tribal warfare...."

    So you don't object only to my perceived attitude, but to the reported facts as well? Perhaps I should rewrite the story so that an eight-century-old Italian tradition no longer offends your sensibilities?

    And why is it that so many Tyee posters take umbrage at any attempt to broaden the scope of this magazine beyond their pet subjects? Down with tyranny, I say.

  • PatrickMcEvoyHalston

    12-07-2009

    Maybe stop with the broadening of scope,

    and entertain some appreciation, some respect, for this wild ride?

    Guess we didn't realize you weren't saying they slapped away at one another like girls, that what you were saying is that they fought in the manner people used to without compunction reference as girly fighting, before feminists, concerned leftists, showed how using these ostensibly "innocent" terms, however innocently, very much contributed to an everyday lived environment which denigrated women while it upraised men.

    These same concerned feminists have been trying to show that it's never a little joke obsessed over only by the intrinsically silly, whose sillyness is such that they quite rightly ought to be the subject of quick but forceful dismissal by Hemingway-venturing men, who feel they have a solid claim on being feminist, themselves, but who take suspicious, not-so-feminist pleasure in setting up people as overly-sensitive, easily offended, silly-types, with pet projects and a domestic narrowness of scope--that is, in ways/terms traditionally used to keep women in their place, well out of the affairs, and hair, of men.

  • SicPreFix

    13-07-2009

    Re: Response

    Steve Burgess said:

    "So you don't object only to my perceived attitude, but to the reported facts as well? Perhaps I should rewrite the story so that an eight-century-old Italian tradition no longer offends your sensibilities?"

    Not at all. What I am objecting to, in part, and I thought this was clear enough, is the enthusiastic, gung-ho, glorification of such semi-simian behaviour and descriptions as evidenced by:

    "Fighting has broken out in Siena's Piazza del Campo. Girly fighting too, by the look of it."

    "... battle for civic glory by means of a horse race."

    "... be prepared to punch someone for wearing the wrong scarf."

    "Second place is for losers"

    Etc., etc., etc.

    And, yes, I am indeed critical of such socio-cultural traditions, however old or young they may be. They strike me as exemplary of regressive, hostile, us versus them thinking that is no longer socially or culturally appropriate, healthy, constructive, or useful.

    Hey, you are a very good writer. However, I question your approach and perhaps your point of view -- though that is really outside my bailiwick. Isn't that, in part, what the comments section is for?

    Lastly, perhaps people are taking umbrage with the so-called broadening of the scope of the magazine, because historically, whenever a quality magazine of almost any kind broadens its scope, that often seems to mean weaken its editorial focus, lessen its relevance, and invite in the woo, the goofy, and the commercially profitable in preference to the meaningful. And of course then we end up with something meaningless like that upper-class lifestyle prosletyzer and excuse for advertising called the G____ S_____.

  • VivianLea

    13-07-2009

    response/response

    “Pick your battles, folks. Save the outrage for the real issues. Or can one of you explain to me the underlying lack of respect, the clear disdain for gender equality, represented by an old-fashioned term for slap fighting?”
    Well, Steve, I expect I can, but that’s probably a little beside the point, and personally, I think it has been well delineated by your response why it shows belittling…”Save the outrage for the real issues”.
    However, in case I didn’t make clear, this is a real issue for me…never the less I don’t believe any outrage is being expressed here; that’s rather a strong term. I expect that you ought have freedom, within the broad editorial policies of the Tyee, to write what you will without undue interference…and I expect that the same respect will be accorded to readers/commenters. When you weigh in to tell us to “pick [our] battles” and “save [our] outrage for the real issues” , it might be construed as directing the commentary in a particular vein…Freedom of speech is not freedom of speech if applied only to the writer, and not the commenters …is it?

  • Moat

    13-07-2009

    Garb of Defender of Free Speech?

    Wow. VivianLea, you are pretty good at putting on the garb as a defender of free speech and open communication. No one told you what and when to post, and in my previous post, I did not even reference you. I stayed away from getting too specific because I did not want to be too abrasive with some of the posters that I genuinely enjoy reading. However, there was a call to edit the article because an expression that could freely be used in a grocery store (without offense) was employed. That is not to deny that the expression does not have some negative connotation or social baggage. The comments section is indeed the section for addressing that. But as the author Steve Burgess has stated, “save your outrage for the real issues”. I don’t wish to engage in a defense of the use of the term, as I think lynn gave us another perspective on use of such an expression. I have not told you, Vivian, what or when to post, but I suggested that people might refrain from publicly questioning the direction of the Tyee every time an article does not meet their personal standards is posted. There are other avenues for that, such as writing the editor David Beers or the author directly.

    By your own admission, VivianLea, you are very concerned about others “attempt[ing] to direct the expression of [your] thinking.” I thought the idea for having a comments section was to engage in discussion and rhetoric, which is the art of persuasion. I am open to people trying to direct my thinking, as it encourages me to reflect on my beliefs.

    To Patrick, I don’t always agree with your comments, and I am sure we will cross opinions again. I don’t think you agree with my comments either, but there seems to be some level of appreciation – almost like a good neighbor agreement. Mind you, I have only recently started posting again. Still, I think we have both read each other’s posts with care, and are willing to engage in the rhetorical exercise.

    I am sure that the Tyee will continue to support and recognize the importance of free speech.

  • VivianLea

    13-07-2009

    indeed

    Thank you, I am indeed good at putting on the garb of defender of free speech; more than you can know perhaps, I wear it every day. With a bit of elan...(she says modestly).

    I don't want to repeat my arguments (you'll be glad to hear), except to say that it is not "my personal standards" that Tyee articles must meet, but that of editorial policy. I simply wish that same policy to apply to commenters.

    I hope that makes it clear...In a posting on another thread, you referred to social conventions that we (as a culture) adhere to...I would put forth that if you examine your social conventions you might see that I am extremely direct, and not very 'girly', but rather dedicated to politesse in manner of conversing. I never take offense when someone holds a view contrary to my own, but I will own to enjoying the "feisty fish" quite a bit better than the "genteel persuasion". (Forgive me Patrick, for borrowing your words once again.)

  • Des

    13-07-2009

    Palio

    I've watched the Palio event in Sienna - at different times on TV, not in person unfortunately - with bemusement and amusement in about equal quantities.

    The race is seriously not serious, so lighten up, folks. I'm with Steve.

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