i hate when men complain about women’s body hair, even like the fine hair on their backs. go fuck a shark if you wanna have sex with something hairless
Photo of an unnamed woman stoically braving the wolf-filled streets of Mexico City, circa 1950.
(Note: She has been identified as Mexican movie and television actress Maty Huitrón.)
Don’t tell me I’m not like other girls. It’s not a compliment, not a come-on. It doesn’t even mean anything.
What are you trying to say? That I’m breaking the mold of your idea of what girls are? Of course I’m not like some other girls, but there’s also a lot of other other girls that I am like. I’m a person, that’s how it works.
We are all, in some ways, like and not like others.
Technically, you’re right. I’m not like other girls. There is no other girl with my specific combination of freckles and cellulite and propensity to cry at cooking shows. But that’s not what you meant.
Don’t try to compliment me while insulting my gender as a whole. Don’t express interest by telling me that it stems from some trait that apparently all other girls lack, and that just by possessing it I am above them in your eyes.
Like me not because of the qualities I do not possess, but love me for my unique combination of personality traits, for my habits and my preferences, for my laugh and my calluses and because I am different but not separate.
Don’t tell me I’m not like other girls. Those ‘other’ girls are my friends and my teammates and my mother and my grandmothers, and I would love to be like them, and don’t tell me that’s not what you meant, because I know what you meant.
We get this one role. So we’d better hope it’s a good one. Because –
They could make 10 shitty Batman movies, and we’ll always see more Batman movies.
But if Wonder Woman isn’t top of the pops for every second she’s on-screen in Snyder’s film, they’ll burn the character down and salt the earth and the topic won’t come up again for another 30 goddamn years. Wonder Woman will be poison on the lips.
And that’s the danger of putting Wonder Woman in Batman Versus Superman."
The importance of consent: a narrative.
I will forever reblog this gifset.
look at how badass she is though i mean some of it gets on her too and doesn’t even give a fuck
She pours hot liquid on her own leg she’s that badass.
fire cannot kill a dragon.
Twenty-four years ago today, December 6, 1989, Marc Lépine murdered fourteen women and wounded ten women. He entered École Polytechnique de Montréal with a Ruger Mini-14 and a hunting knife for the purpose of “fighting feminism” by murdering the female engineering students there. He began his violence in a classroom where first he ordered the students to separate into men and women. He asked the female students in French if they knew why he had singled them out.
One student answered no, and Lépine explained, “I am fighting feminism.” Nathalie Provost attempted to defuse the situation: “Look, we are just women studying engineering, not necessarily feminists ready to march on the streets to shout we are against men, just students intent on leading a normal life.” Lépine replied, “You’re women, you’re going to be engineers. You’re all a bunch of feminists. I hate feminists.” He opened fire and killed six women. Lépine continued through the school, committing more murders and assaults (gun and knife). Finally he killed himself. Contained in his suicide note was a hit list of nineteen more Quebec women whom he considered feminist figures.
In response to the École Polytechnique massacre, Canada designated December 6 National Day of Remembrance and Action on Violence Against Women. On this day we also remember all violence against women: we call attention to partner abuse and violence against women which is especially overlooked, like the violence so many Aboriginal women face.
24 years ago today, fourteen women died because they were women.
My chain hits my chest
when I’m banging on the dashboard
my chain hits my chest
when I’m banging on the radio
suki zuky I’m coming in the Cherokee
gasoline there’s steam on the window screen
take it take it wheels bouncing like a trampoline
when I get to where I’m going
gonna have you trembling
“Suki, suki” means “drive, drive” in Arabic. In the music video Saudi Arabian women are driving and aren’t supposed to, so MIA’s saying “suki, suki”. They’re bad girls.
Further, سوقي (suuqii) is in the imperative singular feminine, in a form I think is Saudi colloquial — more formal would be اسوقي. So, it has an additional subtlety of telling a female to drive.
Every time I’m asked to make feminism more palatable to men, it’s this giant reminder that my humanity is dependent on how much men like me, not something people think I deserve inherently.
Just be nice toward other girls, because girls as a force are a whole lot stronger when we stick together."
Remember that intimate conversation you had with your son? The one where you said, “I love you and I need you to know that no matter how a woman dresses or acts, it is not an invitation to cat call, taunt, harass or assault her”?
Or when you told your son, “A woman’s virginity isn’t a prize and sleeping with a woman doesn’t earn you a point”?
How about the heart-to-heart where you lovingly conferred the legal knowledge that “a woman doesn’t have to be fighting you and you don’t have to be pinning her down for it to be RAPE. Intoxication means she can’t legally consent, NOT that she’s an easy score.”
Or maybe you recall sharing my personal favorite, “Your sexual experiences don’t dictate your worth just like a woman’s sexual experiences don’t dictate hers.”
Last but not least, do you remember calling your son out when you discovered he was using the word “slut” liberally? Or when you overheard him talking about some girl from school as if she were more of a conquest than a person?
I want you to consider these conversations and then ask yourself why you don’t remember them. The likely reason is because you didn’t have them. In fact, most parents haven’t had them."
effective feminism is realizing that every struggle is not your own and that you can’t always relate
And then there’s the broader background of misogyny and gender politics against which this has all played out. It’s a culture of frilly baking versus macho Michelin stars, of real chefs versus domestic goddesses. Food has become divided and gendered, torn between the serious sport of haute cuisine and the supposedly antithetical world of women pottering around in home kitchens.
Even within baking there’s the view that a spelt sourdough is somehow more sincere than a miniature macaron. It’s all nonsense, of course, but as long as this needlessly gendered rift is maintained, both men and women will suffer for it. Of course Bake Off is silly, and of course there’s nothing life-or-death about making trifle in a tent. But it is no more frivolous than any other reality TV cooking show, and its contestants are no less serious about what they do."
And really, if you want to attach young women’s worth to their virginity, you can’t be surprised when they follow suit and attach all their worth to their sexuality."