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Join us for The Second Annual Anti-Sexual Violence Poetry Slam! This event is also the release party for the fall issue of The Siren, The Color Issue. Come. Perform. Bring your friends. Smash the patriarchy.
A MESSAGE TO THE PATRIARCHY
WORDS BY JASMYN HINTON
I wrote this yesterday after being attacked outside of Cowfish. There were six of them and three of us. There were also several bystanders. Nobody tried to stop them. Nobody called the police. I want to share my story with as many people as possible, so they can truly understand the patriarchy’s depth of influence.
We met on Friday night around 1 AM. I was sobering up from a night out with friends. You were on the prowl and made a lewd comment about my appearance. I stood up for myself. And you engaged me.
We tried pushing you away, but it didn't work, and after a bit of struggling, it came to blows. You struck me in the eye, split my partner's lip, and kicked my friend in the kidney. Because the three of us aren't fighters, you—and I mean all six of you—walked away unscathed. After the attack, a pedicab driver who had been watching approached my bleeding partner, laughing, and asked, "Hey, man, you want a ride?" We ended up in the emergency room.
You were able to convince each of the 30-plus people on the sidewalk around us to simply watch as you committed an act of violence.
You'll probably say that I should have walked away; I should have kept my head down and my thoughts to myself. Maybe I should have. You managed to communicate those things through your treatment of my partner. What I said to him and what I'll tell you is this: I am a person. I deserve respect. And I am willing to fight for both my rights and my beliefs.
To anyone who doesn't think that feminism is necessary, to anyone who thinks that it is a joke or a fad, please hear my words. My partner has five stitches in his lip, and I have a black eye. We earned them by telling a man that I deserved his respect. The patriarchy might work against me, and the patriarchy might even beat me up, but I am not afraid—especially now—to fight back.
On Friday, February 27th, we will perform a silent march and a rally in opposition to the UO Administration's continual efforts to suppress the voices of survivors of sexual assault.
Please join us at noon on the lawn next to Hendricks Hall. From there, we will perform a silent march around campus, ending at the foyer and front steps of Johnson Hall. Our silence will represent the thousands of sexual assault survivors who will be discouraged or prevented from sharing their stories and receiving justice. (We will do our best to provide masking tape for those who feel comfortable taping their mouths shut as a symbolic gesture. If you have your own tape or tape you are willing to share, please bring it!)
Once inside Johnson Hall, we will begin our rally in support of sexual assault survivors. Signs are welcome and encouraged ***(but please see the note below)***
In November, the University Senate Task Force to Address Sexual Violence and Survivor Support presented the UO Administration with a report showing that on our campus alone, "Including all nonconsensual sexual contact, the average is more than 20 women harmed every week who had not previously been assaulted during their university education." Come rally with us if you believe that 20 PER WEEK IS 20 TOO MANY!
***PLEASE NOTE that this rally and all chants are intended to draw attention to the EPIDEMIC that is campus sexual assault, rather than one specific incident of it. Although the sexual assault that brought about this rally has been sensationalized, it is by no means the only occurrence of its kind on our campus.
quick reminders about Greek mythology:
Persephone is black/has dark skin
Haphaestus is disabled and has some mental illness(es)
Gaia is black/has dark skin
Hades is disabled
Zeus is a rapist [ on multiple occasions ]
Eros is pansexual
Athena is most likely asexual
Dionysus is bisexual
all of the nymphs are nonbinary
Persephone is the goddess of spring growth
Thanatos is the god of death, not Hades
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Basic thoughts. For an ignorant institution.
In this issue of the Siren, we explore the power of relationships in their many forms - relationships with friends, family, romantic partners, and abstract entities like mental illness, body image, and virginity. In THE RELATIONSHIPS ISSUE, we aim to examine the innumerable ways that relationships influence womanhood, sexuality, and feminism.
In case you missed the hard copy, click on the link to check out the Siren's latest edition -- THE RELATIONSHIPS ISSUE -- in all its glory, now online!
"When a little girl looks to her father for praise and support, yet receives rejection and discouragement in their place, she becomes a woman."
WORDS BY HALEY MUDRICK
I never had a great relationship with my father—or much of a relationship with him at all, for that matter. Ever since I can remember, my father has always treated me differently than my younger brother. He was young when he had me, and he had dreams of having a son with whom he could bond and play sports, you name it. Instead, he had a little girl—a little girl whom he believed he could never relate to.
When a little girl looks to her father for praise and support, yet receives rejection and discouragement in their place, she becomes a woman, and perhaps too soon. She grows into a woman who stays hoping and wishing that someday her own father might believe and understand her passions, her beliefs, her lifestyle. What this father does not care to realize is that he has created a woman who will forever compare herself to others and find faults in everything she does. This father, however, has also created a woman who found the courage within to become a strong, determined, empowered feminist.
There is no doubt in my mind that my relationship with my father—or, rather, the lack thereof—is entirely responsible for my interest in and passion for feminism. I grew up thinking that the bashing of women was a norm, not realizing how incredibly sexist, demeaning, and dehumanizing my father’s behavior was towards my mother and myself, not to mention women everywhere. For my entire life, I have lived in a household where my father has made crude, misogynistic comments on a daily basis, and that alone has made me realize how badly I need feminism in my life.
I have felt defeated when my father told me I would never be good enough, that I would never accomplish anything. I have learned that sexism is all around me. I have learned to use sexism’s negativity to fuel my passions and ambitions, instead of knocking them down. I have grown accustomed to being my own role model, to supporting myself when my father would not. I have decided that I can become a kick-ass woman and, someday, a mother to another little girl. But her story will be different.
In a strange way, I’m even a bit grateful for the negativity that my father has brought into my life. With it have come valuable lessons and the knowledge that I will never take after him. It has instilled in me a passion for women’s issues and gender equality. It has even led me to focus on journalism as a career path—one that will allow me to expose sexism and oppression every day.
I can and will continue to overcome life’s obstacles by myself. I will create positivity without my father’s help, and I am still learning to be okay with that. I know now that my voice is as important as it is loud, and I have the power to change not only my own life for the better, but the lives of many others, as well. Moreover, I have learned that my father’s negativity can only break me down if I let it, and without the influence that I give him, he has nothing over me. I am not a little girl anymore. But when it boils down to it, I have become the empowered feminist that I am today due because of the sexism I have known and endured since I was one.
Letter to the Editor of the Daily Emerald: The Problem with Publishing a Rapist's Perspective
The following letter concerns this Guest Viewpoint published in the November 3rd edition of the Daily Emerald: http://dailyemerald.com/2014/11/03/guest-viewpoint-memoirs-of-a-student-criminal/
WORDS BY SOPHIE ALBANIS
We at the Siren Magazine are deeply disappointed in and offended by the Daily Emerald’s choice to publish the Guest Viewpoint written by a convicted rapist. We understand, of course, that the staff at the Daily Emerald is not responsible for what was written in this essay. The fact of the matter remains, however, that the decision to publish it sends messages that are just as harmful as the messages contained in the piece.
For example, the blaring headline “I HAD MADE A MISTAKE” immediately depicts rape as an accident, an error in judgment, something to be forgiven and corrected. But rape is never an accident, whether or not perpetrators understand that what they are doing actually constitutes rape. The rapist’s decision to engage in sexual behavior is a conscious one. When the Daily Emerald allows rape to be portrayed as a “mistake,” they send the message that we should be sympathetic towards rapists, that the punishment they receive is out of their control, and that these consequences are the most harmful outcome of rape.
Never once does the author mention the fact that his actions—and the actions of all rapists—produced intensely damaging results for the survivor. In fact, the survivor is altogether absent from the article. The entire experience is made to be about him. He writes, “I had to keep my situation a secret from even my closest friends because of the embarrassment that [it] would have caused.” We, as readers, are expected to feel sorry for him. He does not take responsibility for his actions, instead describing the rape he committed as an unfortunate event that “happened” to him, a situation outside of his control, merely the world “crashing down on [him].”
The piece contains an excess of objectionable material, and we could (and are willing to) go on pointing it out. We feel, however, that it should never be the responsibility of survivors, potential victims, and other marginalized groups to educate their oppressors. As stated earlier, we recognize that the Daily Emerald did not produce the actual text of this article. Publishing it, however, gave the rapist’s message credence and publicity.
It is articles like these that make the Daily Emerald an entirely unsafe resource and forum for survivors and potential victims. The only “mistake” concerning this article was the decision to publish it. We suggest that in the Daily Emerald’s next endeavor to shed light on the issue of sexual violence, the publication seeks out the input of students who work actively and effectively to combat the issue, not to mention seeking out the stories of survivors themselves.
REVIEW: FKA TWIGS - "LP1"
WORDS BY ZACH LUSBY
If you asked a male music critic to describe LP1—the full-length debut by British musician FKA twigs—they’d probably tell you it’s an album about sex. “FKA twigs’s LP1 Is Not Just Like Sex, It Is Sex,” reads a Gawker headline. “This is an album to have sex to,” says Hayden Manders on Refinery 29. Even the writers of Vice will tell you, “FKA twigs has given us a collection of songs that will keep boners stiff and panties wet for generations to come.”
Ugh.
Let’s get this straight: LP1 is not about sex. It’s an album about a lot of things, things like identity and power dynamics and sexual roles, but to say that it’s “40 minutes of sex and touching” (Eric Henderson, Slant Magazine) is a gross generalization that robs the album of its power. What FKA twigs has done here is reinvent our standards of individuality and femininity and selfhood, while also creating one of the most sonically stirring records of the last four years. It’s a remarkable piece of art on both an auditory and intimate level that captures the emotional experience of Generation Y through an intensely personal lens.
The music of LP1 frequently embraces the surreal and the minimalist. With her previous releases EP1 and EP2, FKA twigs established a sound as imposing as it is unique, and on LP1, she develops that sound into an instrument of her emotions. The emotional range represented here is one no male critic was expecting, or even dared to notice.
We expect female musicians to fit into certain boxes when it comes to sexual expression: dominant or submissive, virginal or promiscuous. But one of LP1’s most striking assets is its dynamic sense of character. Over the course of ten songs, FKA twigs plays a multitude of roles that demonstrate an entire spectrum of emotional and cerebral characteristics. We see her aggressive, outspoken desire on “Two Weeks” as she cries “my legs are apart for when you’re ready to breathe in.” Yet minutes later in “Numbers,” we also witness profound moments of doubt and uneasiness as she whispers, “Why you gotta go and hurt me babe? Why you gotta go and make me cry? I just wanted to see you.” Though we try to define women by black and white ideas of sexuality, FKA twigs never stops to represent any one idea of anything—she is strictly and unabashedly herself.
But just like any young person, FKA twigs isn’t quite sure who she is yet. “I love another and thus I hate myself,” she chants on “Preface,” and in “Lights On” she longs to reveal herself to her partner, singing “When I trust you we can do it with the lights on.” This theme of uncertainty in one’s own image comes to a climax in “Video Girl,” in which she confronts her past as a dancer in other artists’ music videos. Delegated to nothing more than a hollow body directed by others, she sings emptily, “I can’t recognize me.”
The result is a hugely powerful piece of work. All at once, FKA twigs sings of betrayal—betrayal by others and betrayal to herself. By the album’s end, she has become an incredibly strong figure. “Just nod your head and get up / I'm not going let you give up” she demands on “Give Up.” She is fluid throughout the album, both empowered and vulnerable, confident and terrified. She is uncharacteristically a human being—a role we rarely let women fill in modern music.
FKA twigs has also taken on a huge agency in the creation of her own album. Not only is she a writer on every track, but she has also produced a whole mass of the album’s content. She’s taken the initiative in becoming the sole creator of her work, saying in an interview with Pitchfork, “I love my music, so I want to produce, write, and serve my music. I've had to learn about EQ frequencies, and programming, and space, and clutter, and how to be a better piano or bass player, everything.”
Female producers and artists are dramatically underrepresented in the commercial music industry, but not for a lack of talent. Women like M.I.A., Grimes, Wondagurl, and now FKA twigs have made some of this generation’s most important music. M.I.A. has challenged political and social policies across the world, Grimes was awarded “Best Track of the Decade So Far” by Pitchfork, Wondagurl produced a track for Jay-Z before she even graduated high school, and FKA twigs has created an album more emotionally poignant than most anything else in the past year.
We need artists like FKA twigs—female artists fully responsible for their art, their identity, and their culture. With LP1, FKA twigs has created a piece of work all her own, an album that is as bold as it is innovative. Though I don’t always agree with everything Carl Rogers has to say, he was right when he said, “The most personal is the most universal.” And this album is about one woman’s experience. But just how truthful it is to that experience is what makes it so powerful.
LP1 is one of the most groundbreaking, fascinating, and emotional albums of the year; it’s one that warrants a listen just on the foundation that it exists at all. This is the sound of the future, because this is the sound of right now.
Best Tracks: Preface, Two Weeks, Video Girl
If you like FKA twigs, also try: Björk, Gazelle Twin, Banks
THE VOTING CONVERSATION: DOING IT RIGHT AND DOING IT WRONG
WORDS BY ASIA ALVAREZ
These past couple of weeks, I’ve been walking around really upset because of a video I saw. It was a cup from the Fox News show, “The Five,” in which one of the hosts, Kimberly Guilfoyle said that in regards to voting and serving on a jury, young women shouldn’t be concerned with it and should “go back on Tinder and Match.com." Not only did she say that they shouldn’t be concerned with it, but also that they don't have the right mindset--or “life experience,” as Guilfoyle calls it--to be fulfilling their rights as a citizen of this country. What we have here is a mainstream media-endorsed woman telling younger women that they’re not smart enough to vote.
Now, maybe you’ve already read a bunch of articles about what this woman said. Maybe I sound like a broken record. If you have no idea who this woman is and don’t know what video I’m referencing about, you can watch it here. But, if you’d bear with me, my objective here is to express how much I hate what she said, and how wrong it is, and that there’s a better way to talk about voting and it’s not saying that young women are too dumb to participate in it.
The worst part about what about what was said wasn’t what exactly what it was, but who said it. Kimberly Guilfoyle is a woman of the media and after seeing that video, it's clear that she doesn’t understand how much influence and reach she really has. As a woman and a journalist, how is going on television and jabbing at the 19th amendment really a good idea? Why is that something you even want to do? Sorry Guifoyle, but you’re doing it wrong.
This whole situation was a really abrupt reality check for me. It reminded me that not all women are feminists. Moreover, it taught me that some of these women who don’t consider themselves feminists happen to be journalists and get paid to speak their minds. Isn’t it nice to have the right to do that, Guilfoyle?
Luckily for us, there are an abundance of feminists in the media, and they also happen to have an opinion about voting. The day after I saw the Guilfoyle clip, I read an article on Huffington Post Women. It was about why 27 influential women are voting, and why we should too. You can read it here. Reason Number 8 was so perfect that I’m just going to end with it. Hayley Saltzman, Social Media Editor at Bustle.com, is doing it right. Peace out, ladies! Go vote!
When Brazilian graphic designer Carol Rossetti began posting colorful illustrations of women and their stories to Facebook, she had no idea how popular they would become.
Thousands of shares throughout the world later, the appeal of Rosetti’s work is clear. Much like the street art phenomenon Stop Telling Women To Smile, Rossetti’s empowering images are the kind you want to post on every street corner, as both a reminder and affirmation of women’s bodily autonomy.
"It has always bothered me, the world’s attempts to control women’s bodies, behavior and identities," Rossetti told Mic via email. “It’s a kind of oppression so deeply entangled in our culture that most people don’t even see it’s there, and how cruel it can be.”
Rossetti’s illustrations touch upon an impressive range of intersectional topics, including LGBTQ identity, body image, ageism, racism, sexism and ableism. Some characters are based on the experiences of friends or her own life, while others draw inspiration from the stories many women have shared across the Internet.
"I see those situations I portray every day," she wrote. "I lived some of them myself." (keep reading)
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Another installment of Brown in Kansas, a cartoon series by Steffany Brown. (Want to see more? That’s up to Steffany, but reblog anyway to show your support!)
PREVENTATIVE MEASURES
WORDS BY NAYANTARA JOHNSON
Prior to the 2010 World Cup, rumors surfaced regarding an anti-rape device that was supposedly being distributed to the susceptible population of South African women. It was a controversial idea, to say the least—a female condom called Rape-aXe, built to seriously injure the male reproductive organ. The woman who developed Rape-aXe, Dr. Sonnet Ehlers was working as a medical technician for the South African Blood Transfusion Service. After interacting with so many rape victims through her work, Ehlers took it upon herself to create a drastic change.
South Africa is, after all, the country with the highest incidence of sexual assault in the world. According to a 2006 study, a woman is raped every 17 seconds in South Africa. It doesn’t stop there; in a 2009 report by Amnesty International, over 20,000 reports of rape led to only 1,600 convictions. One in every four South African men have confessed to rape, and half of those men have admitted to raping multiple times. In South Africa, rape is seen as a male bonding experience, a cure for lesbians and, perhaps most horrifying, a remedy for children with AIDS.
Rape-aXe itself is a latex female condom embedded with angled barbs. Upon penetration, the condom does not immediately hurt the rapist, but is excruciatingly painful on the way out. The device is meant to clasp onto the penis so tightly that it can only be removed surgically. This feature makes it quite clear when a man has committed an act of sexual violence.
The idea reportedly came from one of the victims Ehlers was working with, who said, “If only I had teeth down there…” Surprisingly, this is not a revolutionary idea. To those well-versed in Hindu mythology, the philosophy behind the Rape-aXe may seem vaguely familiar. The vagina dentata--or, the toothed vagina--originates from an ancient story of Hindu deities seeking revenge upon each other; the myth has been popularized through centuries of folklore and has even become the basis of mainstream movies. These myths, however, have a chauvinistic undertone, in the sense that they debase the female reproductive organ to something insidious and evil. But maybe there’s some feminine agency shining through. By Ehlers’s logic, women must be empowered to use their bodies as weapons, just as men have for far too long. It’s time for men to realize that they are not the only ones with sexual power.
Similarly, the functionality of the Rape-aXe device follows the same philosophy of the mythical vagina dentata. It reminds me of the time I decided to stick my finger through a Wet Wipes lid because the towelettes weren’t coming out; what I didn’t realize is that the wipes come out easily, but going back in--not so much. My finger went in easily, but I couldn’t get the lid off and eventually had to cut the lid with scissors.
At first glance, Rape-aXe might seem like a possible cure to the age-old epidemic of rape. The question is, are we fighting fire with fire? Will women use the anti-rape condoms as weapons of seduction? The Rape-aXe website reads, “It’s the twenty first century, man has supposedly evolved into a more civilized being… yet rape statistics are on the rise! Child and infant rape has increased 400% over the last decade!” Rape is, according to Ehlers, a “medieval deed” deserving of a “medieval consequence.” If the prevalence of rape continues to rise, Ehlers’s rather drastic solution may begin to seem increasingly practical.
Mass production of Rape-aXe was supposed to have begun in April of 2007, but the device has not been distributed to date. This may be because of intense criticism from the public. Critics claim the device is a violation of human rights, reminiscent of a chastity belt, and fails to address the real solution to rape: educating men. It is important to remember, however, that this product was not made with the white feminists of the Western world in mind; on the contrary, it was initiated in South Africa for a reason. Many have also speculated that the condom could cause anger in the rapist, continuing the cycle of violence and furthering the victim’s pain.
But while rape is especially rampant in South Africa, it is ultimately a global issue. The media continues to portray aggressive male behavior as something that should be expected in our society. Of course, most everyone remembers the controversy of Robin Thicke’s chart-topping hit in which rape and consensual sex are vaguely separated by “blurred lines.” Some might be more familiar with Tyga’s song “Ice Cream Paint Job,” in which he raps, “Money ain’t a thing / to the Young Money gang baby / Our navy, our ate and leave and rape your lady…” Then there’s Lil Wayne with, “We be thuggers, stunners, hustlers / Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers.” Tyler, the Creator says, “You call this shit kids, well I call these kids cum / And you call this shit rape, but I think that rape’s fun.” More recently, pop artist Cee Lo Green has made comments that it isn’t rape if the woman is unconscious—and if it is, he has raped at least two women. There is no way for these artists to justify such lyrics and comments. Even if the statements are not meant literally, the perpetuation of this behavior continues to lead young boys to accept the commodification of females as a norm.
According to the Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network, ninety-seven percent of rapists will never spend a day in jail—and that’s in the United States alone. Although there is no doubt that educating young men is the real solution to rape culture, the current situation calls for an extreme and more immediate remedy. Rape-aXe is not without its own flaws, but it does what so many law-enforcement organizations have been too lazy or negligent to accomplish: it provides concrete proof of rape’s prevalence. It forces us to acknowledge the fact that rape does occur and that victims do not make it up out of spite or revenge. Perhaps a few more Rape-aXe horror stories in the media is all it will take for a man in Johannesburg with an inclination towards rape to consider his options a bit more wisely.
Come hear your peers share spoken word, songs, and thoughts on sexual violence and other forms of oppression in our community. Afterwards, join us for an open discussion on how to craft a culture and a campus geared toward ending sexual violence. Please come support and/or share! DISCLAIMER: Due to university policy, ANYONE who is employed by the University of Oregon (including students) must act as mandatory reporters of sexual violence, among other issues. There will be many university employees in attendance at this event, so please keep this in mind when sharing your experiences. We wholeheartedly support the bravery and empowerment that is required when sharing one's story of sexual violence, so our wish is to avoid unwanted reporting and/or silencing these stories out of fear of reporting. In order to ensure participants' confidentiality, we want to give a heads-up that using identifying information in anything you choose to share at this event could lead to follow-up reporting from university employees. We suggest leaving out identifying information, or remembering to be vague if you are speaking from a personal experience. We apologize for the inconvenience that this policy causes survivors.
Of course, the ultimate moment of being Female in Public comes when a woman, deep in thought, is told by a strange man to SMILE. (And this happens only to women.) Gentlemen, let’s get this straight. There is no part of my body that belongs to you, not even my facial expression.
From a devastating essay from Laura Lippman, author, about what it’s like to be a woman in public. (via emilyvgordon)
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Why is the blame for romanticizing mental illness lodged at teenage girls documenting/trying to cope with their struggles with mental illness and not grown men who make movies about how medication is evil and schizophrenia is magic powers.