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I can’t wait for the day a woman’s strength isn’t dictated by how much abuse she can endure
stay the fuck away from men obsessed with innocence
#like actually the most me i have A LOT of feelings about the credit people who menstruate don’t get for menstruating#oh you gave a good presentation? cool. i did the same thing WHILE ONE OF MY ORGANS WAS CONSTANTLY AND PAINFULLY CONTRACTING#oh you had to stand on the train? me too WHILE THE LINING OF ONE OF MY ORGANS SHED ITSELF#oh you had a good run today? me too WHILE ACTIVELY BLEEDING LIKE LOSING VISIBLE SOMETIMES SUBSTANTIAL AMOUNTS OF BLOOD#oh you had to stand up for eight hours while at work today? me too WHILE WRACKED WITH CRAMPS AND WORRYING ABOUT LEAKAGE#oh you thought that meeting/flight/drive was long? me too AND I HAD TO WORRY ABOUT THE GUSH FACTOR WHEN STANDING AFTER#it is such a ~thing to menstruate politely#so much work. so expensive. so much emotional labor involved. sometimes so painful.#and many many many people do it!#and that extra obstacle goes totally unacknowledged#because even though about half the population will do it at some point in our lives it’s….rude?#because people don’t want to hear about the lived realities of menstruating people’s lives?
Something for my feminist theory class.
I’d love to see the reactions to this from a crowd. I can kind of imagine a quiet, solemn understanding from the ladies and a lot of confused questions from the guys… If my memory of art school serves me.
In 9th grade English we read Laurie Halse Anderson’s “Speak”. For those of you who haven’t read it, the author makes it abundantly clear that the teenage protagonist, Melinda, was raped, before the protagonist actually says it.
Our English teacher asked the boys in the class what happened to Mel. They came up with the most ridiculous answers. Every girl in the class just knew.
This just goes to show…
Not all men menace women, but yes all women have felt menaced by men.
Every girl understands this because every girl knows the fear implicit in this image.
I went on a little bee hunt through the garden today
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Note to Millennials from GenX:
So you know those news stories about how Millennials don’t buy enough breakfast cereal or paperback books or homes or whatever the hell that Boomers are complaining that “kids these days” don’t spend money on? And y’all are like “LOL, no cash my pal”?
I think there’s something more insidious going on. You see, they thought they had you. Forget the Saturday morning cartoons of my childhood, they had Disney Channel and Nickelodeon feeding you ads all day long. Your generation got advertising in your schools. Your parents took you to prosperity doctrine spewing MegaChurches (it’s Mega so it’s gotta impress the kids, right?).
They thought you were going to be their generation of super-consumers.
You are generations distant from the great depression, and the 1979 energy crisis. Boomers want to pretend that the 2008 housing bubble wouldn’t affect the little kids. And plus, we had grown past the era of Yankee thrift and hippie DIY frugality. Right? And there was no mopey Kurt Cobain glamorizing thrift-store flannel shirts. You guys were going to out-consume the Boomer generation. They were sure of it.
Those think pieces? They’re Boomer disappointment that you have found value in something other than your place as a mindless consumer.
And yeah, I’m not going to pretend that y’all have more cash than you do. It was fucking idiotic to think they were going to raise a consumer generation without having to pay them the money they would need to buy even life’s necessities. And I could write a book about how my generation was complicit in destroying the old values around work and loyalty that left your generation screwed. Really, I’m genuinely sorry for the mistakes we made.
But you guys have given a big middle finger to the generation who thought that they could manipulate you from birth into manipulable-money-spending-machines. And I’m way fucking proud of you for that.
always reblog the post about how millenials fucking killed capitalism
i wish ppl in the film industry would let these evil old men rot and start focusing on up and coming filmmakers who can provide something new but that’s never gonna happen bc they’re obsessed with the ‘oh he’s talented so that’s a good enough reason to continue supporting him even though he’s an actual demon’ mindset
am i woke yet am i woke yet for marrying and loving my wife
‘Hey this is my big fat fucking wife, and i love her, good god i love how thick her FUCKABLE ASS IS, my friends dont like my fat chubby round giant monstrous wife but thats okay, i love this woman even though she will NEVER be on a magazine cover, god damn im brave for fucking my wife despite her unfortunate appearance~ im an amazing feminist man, so brave’
GIRL. DUMP. HIM. Can men ever shut the fuck up lmfao
“i’m a weird creep with a gross fetish for objectifying women who are slightly chubbier than the women most guys like to objectify so i married this fat bitch here. this is feminism! i’m such a good feminist. please send nudes”
“thick thighs, big booty, cute little side roll”
feminism 101: talk about women in pieces
My body looks a lot like hers and it makes me sad when other women with similar bodies are flattered by things like this instead of offended. I had an ex who used to say stuff like this to me as a manipulation tactic to keep me with him, “I think you’re hot but obviously no one else would, the whole world thinks you’re ugly and I’m special because I don’t, no one else would love you like I do.” Pointing out specific other people (his friends, strangers, media) who would not be attracted to me, etc. Even if this guy isn’t knowingly being emotionally abusive, statements like this will break down her self esteem and she will be hesitant to leave him if he ever gets worse because she has been told over and over that no one else would be attracted to her (not true) and that that matters way more than it does. It disturbs me so much that this guy got viral praise.
@ men: this is not courtesy
Yesterday we met up with a bunch of family friends and at one point my dad asked me to move a plastic table. “Can you come up here and help me move the table,” he said, “since it’s light anyway?” I was a bit taken aback by the last comment since, well, I could just go and do it and if it was too heavy I’d notice by myself. But I just say “sure” and decide not to comment on that.
So I come up to my dad, lift the large but actually incredibly light plastic table (it was something I could evidently easily lift with one arm, for reference); I realize there’s a bunch of chairs in the way so I tell my dad, who’s on the other side of the table and might not see it. I put down the table and start moving the chairs. All the while he’s started insisting he can call someone else to move the table and I keep saying “really, we just gotta move these chairs that are right here in the way”. He insists and I repeat that, and so on.
Now, most of the time when my dad is being unintentionally sexist I let him know, but this time all I could think of was that I really didn’t have time for bullshit about lifting some feather-light plastic table and I didn’t wanna stress myself out on vacation so I just insisted more forcefully on doing what I was doing.
Anyway, after I’ve moved all the chairs out of the way, I pick the table back on, my dad on the other side of it, and I start moving. Immediately another one of the guys runs up to me and starts offering to do this instead, to which again I say “no thanks”, adding “this is really light really” for good measure because I’ve been here many times before and I know that unless I reassure him the object in front of me is so innocuous even I, a woman, can take it!, he’s not gonna listen. He insists, I say no again, he comes up behind me anyway no matter how much I protest that I’m fine and picks up the motherfucking table (which is still being lifted by my dad and I as we move) on my side and starts walking with us while I refuse to let go. By the time we’ve reached some stairs, another two men have appeared behind me and are also insisting I leave the task to them. Eventually they corner me on the stairs and since the stairs are tiny and I don’t want them to fucking cause an incident because they’re basically bodily pushing me aside, I let go. (Funnily enough I end up in a corner and have to yell to let me pass because they’ve become too focused on talking amon themselves and moving the table through the door in front of them to realize they’re about to shove the legs of the table on my face).
I cannot tell you how livid I was.
When I told my sister, she told me about this one new guy who wouldn’t hit her no matter how much she insisted it was fine during krav maga practice. She comes from years of various combat arts. He later realized she’s trained and acted surprised despite the fact that she’d told him several times to just do the exercise as he was supposed to.
I told her the two guys at therapy will literally refuse to go through the door if I’m holding it open for them unless I act distracted while I do it (not look at them, make it look like I just casually forgot I’m still holding the door open). They’ll either bodily push me out of the way so they can hold the door open for me instead, or stay still and insist I go until I do it. I’ve had time to experiment.
My sister said the men at her therapy group do the same.
This isn’t courtesy. You’re not helping someone who asked, or offering help and then listening to the answer. You’re not saving women as a group. You’re not making up for other men’s sexism (or your own). You’re being sexist. You’re being condescending, not listening to the woman in front of you, aggressively trying to keep yourself in a position where you can be the sole offerer of things and the woman can only be in the role of receiving your “kindness” and exchange gratefulness for it, and making it all about your coming to the rescue - even though no-one asked you to in the first place. And if you’re so uncomfortable with any breach of the script that you can’t even walk through a door if a woman is holding it open for you, then there’s a problem, and it’s yours, and working on it is on you, not on me. Same goes when you treat a woman like she can’t perform menial tasks.
This, so much. When I was younger (and not chronically ill) I used to volunteer on the weekends with this group that did things like winter-proofing houses for people who couldn’t afford it, fixing their cars, collecting used furniture and appliances to give to people who needed it, etc. And one Saturday I was assigned–along with a guy about my age, height, build, and level of athletic ability–the task of cleaning and organizing the warehouse where we stored the furniture and appliances.
It involved a lot of physical labor, including moving objects of various sizes and weights. And it wasn’t necessarily easy or menial in any way, but it was well within my capabilities and it was, after all, literally what I was there for.
But I spent 75% of my energy that morning repeatedly telling the dude to stop trying to keep me from picking up anything heavier than a hand blender. It took me a solid four ours of insisting, cajoling, reassuring, and finally just outright snapping at the guy to get him to lay off and just let me do the job I’d come there to do.
Then, when I finally had him resigned (very reluctantly) to only helping me move large, extremely heavy furniture that legitimately required two people to move–which he started out trying to move alone because he was so insistent on “being a gentleman”–his damn stepbrother showed up and started up with the same shit (in addition to giving the dude crap for “letting me” carry all this heavy stuff myself).
Well, by that point I’d run out of patience, and I told him in no uncertain terms that I was here to do work, not stand around and look pretty while the big, strong men did all the work for me, and if he wasn’t going to help where it was actually needed to kindly get out of my way and stop being a distraction. I then proceeded to take the feather-light stack of plastic fucking lawn chairs he thought I was too delicate to carry back from him and continue with my work.
That day of work got me labeled “too independent” by all the guys in the volunteer group. Even my grandmother, a fierce Annie Oakley of a single parent with no qualms about speaking her mind and making her own way, told me I should have just let the boys “help” me because they were trying to be “nice.” No amount of explaining that they weren’t helping, they were being a hindrance, seemed to get through to anyone.
Nothing they did that day to try and “help” me was helpful. The other guy actually ended up injuring himself trying to keep me from helping him move heavy things. And every moment he spent trying to take things out of my hands and carry them for me was a moment he could have just picked up something else and moved it, or cleaned something, or otherwise helped actually make progress on the job we were doing.
So my dudes. Listen. I am not “too independent” to accept your help or whatever bullshit, if and when I need it. We all need help sometimes, regardless of gender. But if I say I don’t need your help and you keep insisting, you’re going to get my mean side really quickly.
Ooh, ooh.
So back in my girl mode days when I worked at McDs, I was heavily feminine presenting. Like, went to work always with nails done, hair done, full face of make-up… the works.
And a lot of the other girls there wouldn’t lift anything heavier than one 10-lb box of sauces… and not even that if they could help it. Like, they’d get a cart and block everything to stock one type of sauce.
So one day, about three weeks in, I get told to stock sauce. And there’s a LOT that needs stocked.
But the cart is in use.
Oh well. I load up all the sauces I need - a good 70 or so lbs; more than half my body weight at the time - and carry them in my hands to the front.
Or. I try to.
Twice I got stopped by male coworkers getting in my way trying to help me by taking my carefully balanced boxes off my stack. I almost had to shout at them to get out of my way and let me get to the front.
Eventually I trained them to just let me haul the heavy shit and not get right in my fucking path.
Then we got a new guy. Who did not take, “No.” or “Move.” for an answer. And just yanked the top four boxes of sauce off my stack one day.
They fell. And of course the boxes busted open and sauce packets went everywhere.
And whose fault do you think this was?
Well, obviously the guy’s, but he tried saying that, see, I couldn’t carry all that, I should have let him help.
Literally the only thing that shut him up was the male manager saying, “Dude, shut up. She does that all the time; she had it until you got in her way.”
Needless to say it is almost a decade later and I am still livid.
It’s almost as if men as a group thought they know how much our bodies can take better than we do and thought they get to decide how much our bodies should take and how we should use them
When I was moving the big stuff back in after my renovation (fridge, couch, washing machine, …), together with my dad, my neighbor literally pushed me out of the way to do it together with my dad. He was an immigrant, which is mostly only relevant because he didn’t speak the language quite yet and I couldn’t argue with him (although really “no” is sort of a universal thing), but I was SO pissed. You know what happens when you carry heavy stuff? You grow some muscles. You learn how to grab on to things, how to balance the weight. You know what happens when men don’t let you do that, and insist they do it themselves? THEY get stronger, and you end up a little flower with no ability to carry anything anywhere. Men are stronger than me without trying, they always will be, and I have no issue asking for help when I need it. But jfc let me do what I AM able to do.
You know what happens when you carry heavy stuff? You grow some muscles. You learn how to grab on to things, how to balance the weight. You know what happens when men don’t let you do that, and insist they do it themselves? THEY get stronger, and you end up a little flower with no ability to carry anything anywhere.
So my grandparents are in an association dealing with social issues, which mostly retired people belong to. They have a little shack at our anual towns fair and last week they called up my brother to help them set up. Since I was going to meet a friend later that evening I decided to come early to help out. There were about 6 men older than 65 + my brother (24) and me. The roof was just 6 long planks of wood that you had to hoist up a ladder (a small one with only 3 broad steps) to put up.
I saw my brother already standing on a ladder, plank in hand, and no one on the side I was standing on to recieve it. So, I climb up the second ladder when an old man comes around the corner, telling me to “Please, get down or you’ll hurt yourself” After assuring him, that I had stood on a ladder before. He changed his tactic to tell me I would get splinters, since I wasn’t wearing gloves, so I should let him do it. I told him to just give me his gloves if he was so worried and after 2 minutes he finally did.
two planks later and my grandfather comes around the corner to tell me to get down or I will hurt myself as well. I then again had to stop working to tell him that I was fine and that I had done this before.
All this while my brother was standing on a cheaper and less stable ladder than mine.
and guess what?
He wasn’t wearing any gloves!
i used to think it was fun and interesting to get into debates about feminism or racism, or in general challenge people’s bigotry and prejudice and call them out. but recently it’s become a burden. it’s a chore now. i no longer want to debate about whether or not i should have basic human rights, this shouldn’t even be a fucking issue anymore. i no longer go into these discussions with an open mind and a light-hearted demeanor, now i’m fucking furious. i should not have to defend my humanity at every single step, repeatedly and constantly. i’m done.
stop the infantilization of asian girls
stop the dehumanization of asian girls
stop the demonization of asian girls
stop the stereotyping and hate against asian girls
Why…don’t fathers know how to apologize. Why can they never apologize and admit they were wrong why are all fathers like this
When someone says these days sexism and misogyny don’t exist anymore show them this.
my life improved like 1000% when i stopped pretending that society had no influence on my behaviors and thought patterns and instead focused on unlearning that shit rather than coming up w/ reasons to defend it
