The last sentence is so crucial to understanding what we work for. And it certainly isn’t limited to just women. What is important to any group that is viewed as trivial is also viewed as trivial.
Relevant to my page right now
I know I’m a couple of days early, but I’ll be honest with you guys: I’ve got some apprehension about the approaching month. Like all women, I am simply lost without the d; a lack of the d drives me to madness and despair, reduces me to nothing more than a mere shell of a
personwoman (whoops, almost suggested that women are people). In fact, once a month I tell folks that I have come down with my period, when in reality I am simply curled up on my side in my bedroom, screaming, “The d! The d!” into the cruel, empty air. Why, just yesterday I turned to my vibrator, Bunny*, and said, “Oh, Bunny, what will I do? The internet decreed that women who participated in No-Shave November would bring about No D December, and I have, myself, taken part in this blasphemous behavior! Oh, woe! Oh, despair! Oh, the horror!” She buzzed ominously at me.
Just kidding; that’s all lies. I am a person despite my bedamned femality, I actually curl up and yell “FUCK MOTHERFUCKING SHIT FUCK WHO THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO BUILD CUNTS THIS WAY,” on my period, and I’m about as afraid of No D December as I am of death by comically falling piano, which is to say not at all. It is true that I participated in No Shave November, with my legs, as a woman, but even that is kind of a lie of omission, because it implies that I stopped shaving my legs at the beginning of November, that I intend to start again at the beginning of December, and that I did so in the name of a cause.
Here’s the truth: from the beginning of September to the end of May, or sometimes the middle of June if it’s one of those years where summer comes late, I am rocking it monkey-style from the waist down. And let me be real clear here: I am not talking “long stubble,” I am not talking “occasionally skipping a few days with the razor,” I am not talking “light, feminine hair.” I am talking full-scale, balls to the wall, coarse-as-shit monkey fur. I will shave if I have to go to an event where dress pants are not going to cut it, and I will shave if I’m planning on fucking somebody for the first or second time**, but that’s it. Otherwise, I wear pants and enjoy the extra ten to fifteen minutes a day I don’t have to spend in the shower, the money I don’t have to spend on dude razors (yeah that’s right dudes, I buy your better sharper smoother razors and use them on my monkey fur leg hair, FUCK THE POLICE), and the happy lack of razor burn itching at inopportune moments. I love winter. I love winter so hard.
I’ll tell you something else, while we’re on the topic—I’m no model, but for better or worse I do qualify as conventionally attractive. Whatever hemp-wearing, guitar-toting, unwashed hippie festival follower you’re imagining, I’m not that girl (although, of course, no judgement to those folks—I am friends with several different versions of that girl, all of whom I have met at festivals, and they are all some of the best humans I know). I’ve got blonde hair and big tits, I clean up nice, and I have long since perfected the sort of walk that highlights my cute little ass; as a result of this, I’ve gotten a number of cat-calls over the years. And I’ll tell you what, dudes—a lot of those cat calls have happened between the months of September and late-May-sometimes-June, while I have been walking around with pants concealing my monkey fur. Dudes have, in fact, offered me the d whilst I was secretly unshaved! I know. The horror is overwhelming, right? Probably not as overwhelming as the horror of being offered the d by a total stranger in the middle of the day, but still. You just go ahead. Take a moment. Let that sink in. I’ll wait.
After an emotional 14-hour workday that included fist-fights between lobbyists and a walk-out by women Democrats, the Georgia House passed a Senate-approved bill Thursday night that criminalizes abortion after 20 weeks.
The bill, which does not contain rape or incest exemptions, is expected to receive a signature from Republican Gov. Nathan Deal.
HB 954 garnered national attention this month when state Rep. Terry England (R-Auburn) compared pregnant women carrying stillborn fetuses to the cows and pigs on his farm. According to Rep. England and his warped thought process, if farmers have to “deliver calves, dead or alive,” then a woman carrying a dead fetus, or one not expected to survive, should have to carry it to term.
I live in Georgia. I’ve had an incomplete miscarriage. This horrifies and sickens me.
Tell me again how there’s no War on Women. I dare you.
This is beyond sickening.
2012. The news ladies and gentlemen…
I’m going to shit on everything.
And if you don’t believe me, you’ve never been a married woman who kept her family name. I have had students hold that up as proof of my “sexism.”
My own brother told me that he could never marry a woman who kept her name because “everyone would know who ruled that relationship.” Perfect equality – my husband keeps his name and I keep mine – is held as a statement of superiority on my part."
I might have reblogged this already but it’s so good I don’t care.
Kyriarchy in action.
Also the study where they had women and men talking in a discussion and when women spoke around 30% of the time, men perceived them as dominating the discussion. They didn’t consider it “equal” until something like 5-10% of women talking.
Voila. A beautiful example of why fighting for equality becomes a gross exaggeration in the eyes of the oppressors.
You can do both actually.
Stupid motherfucker. I do stand up for myself, or at least I used to before I realised that, actually, hurt feelings are a lot easier to deal with than someone following you or being aggressive right back or forcibly trying to touch you after you shoot them down.
So now I just grit my teeth and feel disgusting about it until I’m in a safe place where I can unload all that shit, and yeah, sometimes it’s on the internet, because too many times I’ve thought I was being awesome and fighting back, and actually I was just provoking a much worse response.
You really think a guy that calls out ‘I’d like to rape you in the ass’ in the middle of a day to a woman doesn’t know that he’s offending her? I’ve got news for you, dickbreath, street harrassment isn’t about complimenting women, it’s about asserting power over them and reminding them that, actually, their bodies are public property to be assessed and leered at, and there’s very little we can do about it BECAUSE PEOPLE LIKE YOU STILL THINK IT’S OUR FAULT.
If I turn around to a guy and shout right back at him, chances are he won’t apologise and swear to be a good feminist from now on, it won’t end there (and yeah, I’m speaking from experience), and I have no way of knowing that he won’t decide to assert himself further by harrassing me physically instead of just verbally. And you know what? If I get beaten up because I’ve shouted right back at someone, I can garun-fucking-tee you that I’ll be told it’s my fault for not just ignoring him like I’m supposed to. I’ve been followed, I’ve been surrounded, groped, shoved around, and all of this in broad daylight, because I’ve tried to ‘stand up for myself’. And you know what? I’ve got off relatively easy compared with friends of mine who aren’t six foot tall and confident and loud like I am.
You want me to ‘stop being weak and whining about it on the internet’? I want you to CHECK YOUR FUCKING PRIVILEGE and understand that you are part of the problem.
Oh, and get out of the #feminism tag. It’s not for twats like you.
I’m no stranger to the fact that in the Social Justice corner of tumblr, there are people who are angry and who just fucking love being angry and will take every tiny opportunity to tell you that they are angry and why you are a horribly horrible piece of scum for not being them. Consider this for a moment: OMG that Dress! has haters. No, seriously, a number of haters. A while ago, I’m sure many of you will remember, I got a request for Korean hanbok from the early 19th century, and I replied that I couldn’t fulfill the request, and that in general I can’t do “ethnic” clothing because “ethnic” clothing isn’t preserved in fashion museums the way western clothing is. Apparently, the fact that I can’t go back in history and undo White privilege makes me racist. No, seriously, if you go back in the archive far enough, you will find a huge knot of me answering furious asks. I am irredeemably racist, I might as well join the Klan. Sieg heil, bb.
In case you aren’t already in the know, today a popular sex edutainer by the name of Laci Green decided to quit tumblr because someone sent her pictures of her apartment and threatened violence against her in the name of social justice.
In 2009, when she was starting out making videos, she made a video in which she off-handedly used the word “tr*nny.” Laci has also made some comments about Islam and fat that don’t sit well with me, and won’t sit well with most other SJ people out there.
Apparently, these tiny comments completely cancel out the fact that she’s one of the most vocal faces of sex positivity out there, and that her message is overwhelmingly upbeat and loving. Okay, I will grant that tr*nny is not a good word. It’s as dehumanizing and vile as any other slur out there. Unfortunately, not very many people know this, even those in the LGBTQ community. Three years later, Laci has since apologized for her use of the word and vowed never to use it again. Her comments about Islam don’t sit well with me, but one has to take in the context that she’s critical of religion in general, and not *just* Islam. She’s not perfect. And, unfortunately, for SJ and feminism on tumblr, you have to be fucking superhuman to be acceptable.
This may sound stupid, but for fucks sake have any of you payed any attention at all to Mean Girls? Society deems that girls have to be vicious bitches towards each other and brutally attack wherever we see weakness. Women *can’t* just fucking get along. In fact, we didn’t even get along in Middle School. And that is how the assholes win. If Laci Green and OMG! that Dress are the enemy, what the fuck does that make all the Republican men sitting on birth control panels, telling women you can’t say vagina?
Is Laci Green perfect? No. Am I perfect? No (I’m actually kind of an asshole from time to time). Does this make us unworthy of the sacred title of feminist? Should Laci Green just give up providing excellent useful information and start telling us to hold an aspirin between our knees?
You don’t have to give up and stop being critical of things that don’t feel right with you. But for fucks sake, we have got to stop hating our allies just because we don’t agree with them 100% of the time.
Pictures from the Vagina Monologues today at the Capitol in Lansing, Michigan…wish I could have made it.
Feminist snark, 1915 style
If Mitt Romney and a few Republican senators get their way, employers could be making women’s health care decisions for them.
this is literally the worst
everything is wrong with this
This is the 3rd worst thing I have seen all week.
The other two were actually to do with abortion.
WHAT THE FUCK.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
THIS IS GOING TO BE ALL CAPSLOCK BECAUSE FUCK YOU THAT’S WHY.
BUT WHY - I GET IT, FINE, IF IT’S AGAINST YOUR PERSONAL BELIEFS THEN IT’S AGAINST YOUR PERSONAL BELIEFS - BUT WHY WOULD THAT MEAN YOU GET TO DENY HEALTH CARE TO YOUR EMPLOYEE.
NOT YOUR DAUGHTER OR ANYTHING, YOU ASSHOLE. YOUR FUCKING EMPLOYEE.
WHY THE FUCK WOULD THIS EVEN GET TO CONGRESS.
WHY WOULD YOU LEGISLATE SOMETHING THAT WOULD GIVE EMPLOYERS - MANY OF THEM MALE NO DOUBT BUT EITHER GENDER THIS IS SHITTY AS ALL HELL - THE RIGHT TO DECIDE WHETHER A WOMAN GETS FUCKING BIRTH CONTROL OR NOT?
OH HOLY SHIT I AM SO PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW. AGAIN SORRY FOR THE CAPSLOCK BUT I AM OUT OF WAYS TO EVEN