New book. Not sure how I feel about it yet, but I’m up to chapter 3 and I’m not a huge fan #books #englishmajor #feminism
Wearing makeup for the first time in months (probably almost a year) and I really dont know how I feel. I’m wearing it because I’m going to a new job, but I’m fighting a head cold secretly, so I’m trying not to “look” so sick. But I still feel like a poser. Any flirtatious customers who compliment me today are gonna break my heart </3
-feminist problems gif?-
So these are my new feminist pants, because I finally sewed my anarchafeminist patch onto my ripped pants. Of course it tore as close to the crotch as possible lol and now this patch is hilariously placed as it is political. I am pretty pumped to wear them out and about, especially on campus. =D
“I (and, I suspect, pretty much any woman) can access that feeling really quickly and vividly—when you find yourself in conversation with a circle of men and, against your better judgment and all your feminist impulses, you just turtle up. You retire. You forfeit, because their lungs are bigger, they’re groomed for assertiveness since birth, and you’re groomed to assume that nobody will take you seriously anyway. You wait for a pause in a room of interruptors. Sigh. I do it like crazy, and I am a fucking loudmouth feminist yelling machine.”
I completely agree with this entire article. Period sex should not be judged or be made infamous. Period sex, like all sex, should be able connecting with someone, sharing, experiencing together and climaxing, together.
In my Harlem Renn. Literature class we were talking about the sexual repression of one of our characters. And we started discussing how this character’s fight against this inner repression by acknowledging her oppresion could be considered feminist (YA THINK?) And a girl in my class was asked by the professor to define feminism for the purposes of this discussion, and she started her definition by saying “I dont know if there are any feminists in the class, i dont mean to offend….blah blah blah”
The muscles in my face revolted against my brain and i made the ugliest face at this girl because i was so freaking pissed!!
This class is almost all women (one man in the class) in a very liberal school, and yet it still isn’t assumed we’re feminists? It isn’t assumed people who are intellegent and comfortable talking about FEMALE SEXUAL REPRESSION DUE TO THEIR MALE COUNTER PARTS we are feminists? YOU ARE A MOTHER FUCKING WOMAN YOU FUCKER!! Do you not believe you should have equal rights?
Fuck you. Fuck your ignorance. Fuck your internalized misogyny (previous statements of hers had me snap a pen in half.) Fuck your condescending tone when saying “feminist.” AND FUCK EVERYONE ELSE IN THE CLASS WHO WASN’T AS OFFENDED AS I WAS AND STILL CLEARLY AM.
…and then fuck me for not saying any of this in class.
“The thing about patriarchy is that individual men, gay and straight, are often really wonderful people who you love deeply, but they have internalized some really poisonous shit. So every once in a while they say or do something that really shakes you because you’re no longer totally certain they see you as a human being, and you feel totally disempowered to explain that to them.”
The thing about this quote is it makes me really emotional (PMS admittedly might be a contributing factor as of right now.) But it gets me right at the pit of my stomach. This, this moment when one of your male friends makes a joke about women in the kitchen, or rape, or assumes gendered stereotypes about you and you cant react properly because you have no idea how to verbalize why it hurts you so much - to know other people have these moments, although sad, makes me feel better. Most of my friends, people I love dearly, are men and most of them at some time or another has made a joke about this (or said it seriously, which is even worse.) To know I’m not being sensitive, that I’m not reading into their words too much, to know other people experience this and can vocalize it better than me is really comforting. I’m not happy other people have these moments, because as you know if you’ve ever experienced it, it is the worst, it punches you in the stomach and acts like it has no idea why you’re bruised and out of breath. But to know I’m not alone in my feminist sufferings, sometimes is my only comfort when my friends make these very comments to me daily and have no idea why I’m so awkwardly silent after.
”If Winder’s mandatory ultrasound bill becomes law, a victim of rape or incest or a woman with a medical emergency who is seeking an abortion must obtain an ultrasound first and the state will provide a list of providers. Nearly every provider of free ultrasounds in Idaho is a “crisis pregnancy center,” which aims to dissuade women from having an abortion. The woman would also have to obtain from a doctor a second ultrasound, which would involve an invasive transvaginal procedure if she is in her first trimester of pregnancy. Even if she averts her eyes from the ultrasound image and refuses to listen to the fetal heartbeat, she would have to hear the doctor describe the fetus in detail.”