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I’m proud of this man’s daughter, I really hope she’s doing ok.
Trying to milk pity points even while making sexual threats and being a misogynist. Nice.
Men die challenge
There’s an update. It’s revealed that he’s pressured his daughter to call him “mom”, and in the past has stolen his prepubescent daughters clothes. Everyone who called him out on his paedophilic tendencies has been called transphobic by him.
If this woman exists, I hope she finds these posts so we can support her. But I doubt she exists, because this reads like a creative writing exercise & a TIM’s fanfiction to make him feel better about his pathetic self. Imagining scenarios with themselves as the victim is very male-esque behaviour.
“I zipped up my thigh-high boots and went straight to dinner”
Really?
“She sat with grey circles under her eyes.” Nobody adds this level of detail to a real story. Definitely creative writing.
But if this is real, I love (hate) how he made her pay for the dinner. He probably did it to fuel his “euphoria” (arousal) because being treated like a woman is his FETISH
If she is real, I will hex this disgusting piece of crap
Daring To Be Bad: Radical Feminism in America 1967-1975, Alice Echols. 1989.
rest well, warrior.
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I remember.
Watch Nina Paley’s Seder-Masochism (2018) here.
Kelso, J-A. (2016). The institution of intercourse: Andrea Dworkin on the Biblical foundations of violence against women. The Bible and Critical Theory, 24-40.
The institution of intercourse: Andrea Dworkin on the Biblical foundations of violence against women.pdf
Further Reading: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1dYhliI9xT01KiNwVZWn0piWMhWaUnk5j/view?usp=drivesdk
If men stopped working…the world would continue on.
If women stopped working, then things would get ugly.
What?
there has been an instance where this happened. it was 1975 and icelandic women decided not to work for one day. working as in cooking, cleaning, taking care of the children, doing chores and so on, not only “not showing up to your workplace”. women did nothing that day, except showing up in reykjavik and protesting for gender equality, equal pay and equal representation in parliament, you know, cool stuff. you know what happened? havoc. men were left with food to cook and children they never took care of to pick up from kindergarden and entertain for the day. they went en masse to the food shops buying sausages because they could cook nothing else, they had to bond with children they never spent more than a couple hours a day with. they struggled combining their work day and the domestic tasks they had to sort out. and this just for one day. iceland in 1975 stopped working and things indeed got ugly. so ugly that women in the following decades became woke AF and soon it happened that women became president, took half of the seats in parliament and achieved one of the best living environments in the world. is your astonishment solved now?
Here’s an article on it
Very true.
people who are like “yeah, but i’m sure the same thing would happen if men left the workforce!!!” not really tho bc look at WWII??
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Literally what happens then is women say “Ok fine we’ll do that too” and do it.
This post now lives in my heart and drives me trough life
Capitalism has so tightly associated payment with priority (at least that’s the myth) that entire social structures are built around utterly unnecessary positions and products.
Unpaid labor, however, is seen as extraneous because it does not generate profit directly. The only way capitalism can survive is by unpaid labor, and the more necessary it is, the less worth it will be associated with.
Since women perform unpaid labor, the myth says we are unnecessary. But if women, en masse, went on strike, the system of capitalist profit would collapse.
Fun story: I was talking with my husband about the Iceland strike, and I asked him to consider what would happen if all the women in our area just…left and did nothing, for one day. I left the house at 6 am, and didn’t come back till 10 at night, what would you do?
He was like, “I’d have to take the kids to the daycare near my office-” and I asked him if it was staffed with all men? He looked up at me, and slowly, oh so beautifully, the horror of realizing played out across his face.
“Schools would be closed. Daycares. I would have nowhere to bring the kids. I couldn’t go to work. The whole area would be shut down, practically.”
Unpaid labor is the backbone of capitalism.
Women’s labour is the backbone of capitalism. Including our physical labour (both paid and unpaid), emotional labour, and the labour of giving birth to the next generation of workers/consumers.
I do really wish that we could do this because yes everything would just stop.
“I saw a [Reddit] comment asking for an account of Wolf Fest 2017, so here goes. It might have been the first weekend I’ve spent in a wimmin-only space in my entire life. So I arrived in the afternoon, got checked in and was shown where to put up my tent by a really lovely woman who showed me the different sites and helped me find a spot. On the way I got a few ‘hey sister!’ which gave me tingles. I set up and went to get some food and drink (15 hour drive) which was set up in a big field surrounded by forest. Looked for a seat to sit, it was like that feeling at high school when you don’t know anyone or where to sit, so I sat with the woman who had showed me the site, we talked a bunch and then I saw someone who I’d seen on a FB group and sat with them. At the table a couple of girls and I started joking and honestly, it was like I’d known them my entire lives. We met a couple of other women who needed their tents setting up, then after we had helped them we did a special dance to a song about Amazonian women…. definitely not my thing but helped by the fact a bunch of us were tripping and giggling the whole time! Then it was time to sit by the fire and share some beers, we took turns explaining why we were here and our story as women. So many amazing perspectives and it was very bonding seeing so many different backgrounds all coming together to the same conclusion. A few people fell asleep around the fire. We probably stayed a little late and I made the long walk back to my tent and bedded down for the night. The nights were really cold, so I slept in thick clothes with socks, and realized I’d basically camped on rocks… but I slept really, really well, knowing that I was surrounded by ONLY women, as being raped has been a consistent barrier to me wanting to camp in the past. Got up super early, had a pretty basic fruit and bread breakfast and went to a few fantastic workshops/seminars. One was about a transwidow who actually did an AMA on [r/GenderCritical] a few years ago. She read an extract from her book and it was beautifully written. I met a heroine of mine, Meghan Murphy too, who did a few Q and As over the weekend and was pretty fantastic company all round. Throughout the day I met some awesome women who made it all the way from Australia, the Dominican Republic and Colombia. There were people from the Pussy Church (no seriously!) who were fascinating and topless for almost all of it, and were inspiration to follow suit. It was pretty special to be naked in the heat and unafraid of something horrible happening. Dominique, a poet gave a spoken word performance I was dragged to (I really hate poetry, yo) but when she started I looked at my friend and burst into tears. The retelling of her story of her mother, another woman of color like mine, was extremely moving. I think I was giddy from the freedom of being able to fully express whatever I was thinking or feeling. I saw armpit hair, belly hair, leg hair, no makeup on anyone, I saw beard and for the first time I felt absolutely no self consciousness about my body. I cannot overstate how important or how beautiful this felt. We had open mics, where we were invited to say whatever we wanted, some read poetry, others prose, and others just thanked or introduced themselves. We played football with the little girls who’d come along with their moms, and listened to the older women about the evolution of feminism in their lifetimes. One, a nurse, gave us a talk on the history of reproductive rights and demonstrated menstrual extraction - this was very, very informative and I never thought about how important it is to keep the government out of our vaginas. Another night of firetalk and beer and other special substances… as all of us in the group were gay or bisexual we shared our scandalous stories, crushes etc. I work and operate in a very male dominated area and field so this was pretty hilarious and fantastic for me. Everything was funny, someone dropped their flashlight and we spent hours looking for it, but the whole time were laughing our asses off. More talks and workshops the next two days, had a speaker, Raquel from the Dominican Republic discussed femicide, which was fascinating and there were artsier things like painting and knitting too. Max Dashu gave an excellent slideshow on African depictions of women, and the next day untold stories of powerful women in history. At the end, despite my body being weary from the lack of sleep and food (it was plentiful but vegetables were quite limited) I was very sad to leave. I left with the numbers of so many new radical wimmin friends that I’m still in shock at how many in my city were hiding and I am overjoyed to have them. I had the privilege of ridesharing back and that was its own treat, as we got to discuss it all and bond further. I cried when I said goodbye. I feel stronger than ever in my views. We had big arguments at the festival, we had debates, raised voices. And that is a GOOD THING. When we don’t question what we’re told it is a sign we are indulging in a closed ideology and eating it all up, but we debated then all came back to a common ground. What was also wonderful and pardon me if I word this wrong, was that there were women of all types, poor and rich, of color, ethnicity etc. There were wimmin there that could easily have been models, they were so conventionally attractive…. as we’d ALL opted out of the bullshit. An abusive male friend I used to have once said ‘face it, hardcore feminists are just that way because they can’t get a man’. That bullshit I internalized was washed away immediately by Wolf Fest. Anyway, sorry if that all bled together. […] In sisterhood.”
— “Sarah Lionheart” (via radfem-dork)
A leading British feminist, who campaigns against violence towards women, has claimed that she was attacked in Edinburgh last night by a tra
She added: “I think the lecturers and other staff who stoked the flames of this by calling women bigots and fascists and Nazis because we were holding an event to discuss women’s rights, should take responsibility for this.”
“Misgendered.” Sure, Jan Jake.
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The reason twitter shuts down women’s accounts is because the majority of “women” in tech are men. They’re biased.
the level of self confidence this ugly ass dude has is insane. proof of male socialization.
STOP calling him cathy Brennan that’s not his name
No responsibility. No consequences. No problem. (If you’re a dude.)
I’m going to copy this cartoon and put it every place I possibly can, with credit to itsnotjustpms.
‘To you, my Father, who do you hate girls? With the same hatred you hate our Mothers…’
In the village of Umoja in Kenya, men are not welcome. In fact, they are banned. In Swahili, one of Kenya’s official languages, Umoja means unity. It is a safe and inspirational refuge for 50 women and 200 children. Umoja was founded in 1990 by female survivors of rape and sexual violence. It has also become a haven for women fleeing sexual and domestic violence, and welcomes people fleeing female genital mutilation, child marriage, and more.
‘I wouldnt wish any Maasai girl to go through what I went through.’
The local Samburu culture is patriarchal where historically women are seen as property. Beading is culturally significant and the women are able to support themselves by selling crafts. Protected by a wall of thorns, the village is self-sufficient and the women run their own lives. Despite resistance from local male-run tribal groups, the village continues to grow. Life is frugal, but the women own the land the village is on and proudly call Umoja their home. A beacon of light for women, Umoja has inspired other women-only villages in Kenya.
- Umoja: The Town Where Men Are Banned
@ girls who put ‘cis’ in their bio why do you have no self respect
https://twitter.com/glosswitch/status/1124412759947587584
So who here didn’t even start hating men for what men actually did to them? I don’t know when exactly it started for me, but the inaction of “good” men and their behavior in general is really what did it. Not the abuse, even though I see this brought up all the time as a derail.
I have such a hard time articulating this to men, but my lack of faith in them has exactly 0% to do with the Very Bad Things a few men have done to me and 100% to do with the Mediocre Bad Things that all the other men have done to me. Even the nicest, kindest, sweetest, most feminist-oriented men have fallen back on standard misogyny at some point as soon as it suited them.
I could have lived with the idea that there will inevitably be a few Bad People who do Bad Things, but the complete and utter acceptance of violence against women by otherwise decent men over the course of decades was more than I could explain away without some kind of severe cognitive dissonance. I think the hardest part of feminism is realizing just how much men hate you.