This Is For Myself

Blog satirizing tradwife accounts. How subversive can I be? WOC, breadwinner as well as bread maker, selfishly making meals her kids won’t eat and desserts her husband can’t eat, can perform aesthetic femininity but also kind of invested in becoming a fat and eccentric old hag. My fantasy role model is Granny Weatherwax, followed closely by Sophie Hatter. Woke feminist and whatever else conservatives think is an insult.

[animentality]

[cupitidy707]

“I’m not a feminist” said the girl wearing pants, enrolled in school, with her own bank account, out in public alone, all while publicly voicing her opinion on her personal cell phone. yeah gtfo

[probuccalfat]

western women loooooove saying they’d trade their rights so they can bake burnt brownies while xanned the fuck out with their loser alcoholic husband on the way home from a shift at the pulp paper plant or wtv like there’s not actual women in the global south that work as indentured servants in their in-laws homes or have no licenses or finances of their own and they’d face consequences from the entire community if they tried to leave

[sandmandaddy69]

[ilovemywife103947]

the new york times is now charging money for my favorite chocolate cake recipe so i bought a subscription and screenshotted it and canceled my subscription and now it's here for you for free

i do a mixture of red wine and fresh squeezed navel orange juice for the liquid, plus the zest of one large orange. now you make the cake

[g1rluninterruptedd]

feminism will save your life.

feminism “ruins” everything because it makes you think. it stops you from blindly following anything. when i see myself in the mirror and my eyes are distracted by my acne or my crooked teeth or asymmetrical eyes, my brain starts recalling The Beauty Myth or Susan Sontag’s essays on beauty in On Women. with that, i can no longer stare at myself and see genuine imperfections meant to be fixed but rather i am allowed to confront the actual reason i see these imperfections in the first place. when i find myself or others being too quick to judge a woman and ignore the man’s wrongdoings, i think of Woman Hating and acknowledge these judgements. when i habitually refer to everyone as “guys”, i think of Invisible Women and recognize the default male in my language. when i start feeling lost and am tempted to fall back into religion, i think of the excerpts i read from When God Was A Woman and remember everything “Jesus” and “God” stole from us.

feminism gets tiring and frustrating because misogyny is everywhere. from language to behavior, misogyny just lingers in the air. and feminism forces you to acknowledge its presence instead of trying to shoo it away. and as much as it hurts sometimes, it never fails to help me grow. what i was blinded to yesterday, i see clearly now. i don’t have to let patriarchy run my life, i don’t have to lay under men’s boots and cry. i can be the change i want to be in the world and i am capable of doing the things my ancestors would’ve loved to have the freedom to do. especially being a black girl, the freedom i have now is not something i can take for granted. those women before me fought tooth and nail with everything they had for me to be here.

[thethirdromana]

The worst types of cookbook:

The Ottolenghi - it is vital that you use 1g of this very expensive ingredient. It comes from a 500g bag with a one-week shelf life.

The time machine - 15-minute recipe! First, leave to marinate overnight...

The dishwasher - one-pot recipe! Now decant your ingredients and wipe out your pot. And again. And again. And again.

The optimist - cook the onions until caramelised (2 minutes).

The kindergarten teacher - get one nommable little tree of broccoli and bosh that into boiling water. Delish!

The brand names only - ingredients: Ritz crackers, Philadelphia cheese, Cool Whip, orange Jell-o...

The 1950s palate - use one (1) clove of garlic and a small pinch of chili flakes (omit if preferred).

The why bother with a cookbook - to make beans on toast, gently heat a tin of beans and put on top of freshly buttered toast.

[thethirdromana]

#the overachiever: make this very time consuming ingredient from scratch even though it'll end up tasting worse than store bought

Amen to this @akasanata. "Now make your puff pastry from scratch". How about no❤️

[marzipanandminutiae]

many of our ancestors worked so hard to be not farming and I deeply appreciate that

I love not farming

I respect the hell out of farmers and I'm glad that's someone's dream. because it's sure not mine

I would not be taken in by the tradwife influencer grift about milking a cow in a sundress. I have been around cows. my uncle was a dairy farmer. I love not milking a cow. I love getting milk from a store. I love getting vegetables and fruit and meat and bread from a store.

would I rather it be a local farm's store or a local bakery or butcher shop? yes! maybe when I make more money!

but oh. my god. I love not farming so much

[glitter-soda]

Tbh, when it comes to abortion, I really don’t give a shit about debating when life begins. I couldn’t care less about drawing the line between a “baby” and a “clump of cells”.

What I care about is bodily autonomy. Pregnancy causes major changes to a woman’s body, many of which are permanent. Giving birth is infamously painful and difficult. It’s not something that a woman should have to go through involuntarily. Bodily autonomy is where my personal feelings on abortion begin and end.

[woketradwife]

My social media algorithm is all about the rape academy, the former Lieutenant Governor who killed his wife who was divorcing him, domestic violence in general, and how men would divorce women who lost their breasts to cancer or who wouldn’t suck their dick. And it’s like: some men really DO view women as sexual objects. They fully don’t view women as autonomous beings, but rather as property or a tool. And it’s not surprising that up until recently, legally women WERE property. Coverage meant that their rights were covered by either their father or, once they got married, their husband. And now in the United States there is a push to go back to one vote per household and women having children and staying home as young as possible. Because the birth rate is decreasing, you know? Mostly because of the decline in teenage pregnancies, but still. What good are women if they are not providing sex and having children? They are reduced to being sexual objects.

There’s also other woke stuff that’s been on my mind. I did learn about slavery and the Civil Rights movement as a child, but it wasn’t until I was an adult that I learned that cocaine was taken out of Coca-Cola once it was bottled, since Black people could then purchase it (previously it was mainly available at soda fountains where, of course, Black people weren’t allowed to go). It wasn’t until I was an adult that I realized that the South literally filled in public swimming pools rather than desegregate them. I knew about the disproportionate Black incarceration rates, but it wasn’t until I was an adult that I learned that prisoners are often used for cheap labor. In some states they make as much as 53 cents per hour. In many Southern states they make no money. Slavery never really went away. Black people are again reduced to property.

And then there is Womanism, intersectionality, misogynoir, where you are subject to both sexism and racism, where the effect isn’t additive but multiplicative, maybe even exponential. I don’t understand what it is to be a Black woman, nor do I always agree with all of them (because after all, reducing the group to a single token is it’s own prejudice), but one of the things that has brought me hope lately is celebration of Blackness. Whenever I think about how bad things in the U.S. are getting, I remind myself that it has always been bad for certain segments of the U.S., and that there are role models of how to persevere even when it seems like everything is against you. I see Black mothers raising their children to not only be responsible, but joyful—entitled even. Not entitled in a spoiled way, but in a way that says, “Yes. I deserve nice things.” I see music videos by Beyoncé celebrating making it, having Brown skin, being alive. I see music videos by Raye celebrating her friends coming for her with their high heels to support her. I read Tressie McMillan Cottom’s takes and they are always astute. Things are getting bad for those who have previously had it good. I hope that we can ally with those who have always seen things clearly so that we can raise all boats.

[woketradwife]

Even more so with the gutting of the Voting Rights Act. Yes, it’s devastating on a level I can’t really comprehend. It’s a massive retrogression. But we have been here before. We know how to fight. When I feel like lying down in despair I remember the people who marched for freedom.

[woketradwife]

My social media algorithm is all about the rape academy, the former Lieutenant Governor who killed his wife who was divorcing him, domestic violence in general, and how men would divorce women who lost their breasts to cancer or who wouldn’t suck their dick. And it’s like: some men really DO view women as sexual objects. They fully don’t view women as autonomous beings, but rather as property or a tool. And it’s not surprising that up until recently, legally women WERE property. Coverage meant that their rights were covered by either their father or, once they got married, their husband. And now in the United States there is a push to go back to one vote per household and women having children and staying home as young as possible. Because the birth rate is decreasing, you know? Mostly because of the decline in teenage pregnancies, but still. What good are women if they are not providing sex and having children? They are reduced to being sexual objects.

There’s also other woke stuff that’s been on my mind. I did learn about slavery and the Civil Rights movement as a child, but it wasn’t until I was an adult that I learned that cocaine was taken out of Coca-Cola once it was bottled, since Black people could then purchase it (previously it was mainly available at soda fountains where, of course, Black people weren’t allowed to go). It wasn’t until I was an adult that I realized that the South literally filled in public swimming pools rather than desegregate them. I knew about the disproportionate Black incarceration rates, but it wasn’t until I was an adult that I learned that prisoners are often used for cheap labor. In some states they make as much as 53 cents per hour. In many Southern states they make no money. Slavery never really went away. Black people are again reduced to property.

And then there is Womanism, intersectionality, misogynoir, where you are subject to both sexism and racism, where the effect isn’t additive but multiplicative, maybe even exponential. I don’t understand what it is to be a Black woman, nor do I always agree with all of them (because after all, reducing the group to a single token is it’s own prejudice), but one of the things that has brought me hope lately is celebration of Blackness. Whenever I think about how bad things in the U.S. are getting, I remind myself that it has always been bad for certain segments of the U.S., and that there are role models of how to persevere even when it seems like everything is against you. I see Black mothers raising their children to not only be responsible, but joyful—entitled even. Not entitled in a spoiled way, but in a way that says, “Yes. I deserve nice things.” I see music videos by Beyoncé celebrating making it, having Brown skin, being alive. I see music videos by Raye celebrating her friends coming for her with their high heels to support her. I read Tressie McMillan Cottom’s takes and they are always astute. Things are getting bad for those who have previously had it good. I hope that we can ally with those who have always seen things clearly so that we can raise all boats.

[whatwasoverwrought]

“Right-wing women have surveyed the world: they find it a dangerous place. They see that work subjects them to more danger from more men; it increases the risk of sexual exploitation. They see that creativity and originality in their kind are ridiculed; they see women thrown out of the circle of male civilization for having ideas, plans, visions, ambitions. They see that traditional marriage means selling to one man, not hundreds: the better deal. They see that the streets are cold, and that the women on them are tired, sick, and bruised. They see that the money they can earn will not make them independent of men and that they will still have to play the sex games of their kind: at home and at work too. They see no way to make their bodies authentically their own and to survive in the world of men. They know too that the Left has nothing better to offer: leftist men also want wives and whores; leftist men value whores too much and wives too little. Right-wing women are not wrong. They fear that the Left, in stressing impersonal sex and promiscuity as values, will make them more vulnerable to male sexual aggression, and that they will be despised for not liking it. They are not wrong. Right-wing women see that within the system in which they live they cannot make their bodies their own, but they can agree to privatized male ownership: keep it one-on-one, as it were. They know that they are valued for their sex— their sex organs and their reproductive capacity—and so they try to up their value: through cooperation, manipulation, conformity; through displays of affection or attempts at friendship; through submission and obedience; and especially through the use of euphemism—“femininity, ” “total woman, ” “good, ” “maternal instinct, ” “motherly love. ” Their desperation is quiet; they hide their bruises of body and heart; they dress carefully and have good manners; they suffer, they love God, they follow the rules. They see that intelligence displayed in a woman is a flaw, that intelligence realized in a woman is a crime. They see the world they live in and they are not wrong. They use sex and babies to stay valuable because they need a home, food, clothing. They use the traditional intelligence of the female—animal, not human: they do what they have to to survive.”

― Andrea Dworkin, Right-Wing Women

An explanation of why women try to make nice with face-eating leopards. “At least this face-eating leopard will protect me from the other face-eating leopards!”

[theprofessional-amateur]

I am reading an interview with a historian that set out to weave the type of textiles that was sold to plantations for use by enslaved people using period appropriate looms.

But because I knew nothing about weaving, everything had to be explained to me, down to the most basic tacit knowledge: things that an eight-year-old girl in 1828 would have known, because when she was not winding yarn around a quill to help her mother, she was working on the family’s loom herself...

The great challenge of our work as scholars—at least, those who are interested in historical reconstruction or the histories of any craft tradition—is that almost none of what we want to know is written down—because it didn’t have to be and it didn’t need to be articulated. So to be in a situation where expert weavers had to talk to me like I was a child was one of the best things that happened to me in the course of my research for this book.

[theprofessional-amateur]

Cloth and Complicity: Seth Rockman on Plantations, Textiles, and the Art of Weaving - Public Books

“But I had found a set of instructions in the archives of one of New England's leading manufacturers of low-end woollen cloth for enslaved w

For my textile, weaving, historic textile, history enthusiasts

The interviewer is also a weaver!

[theprofessional-amateur]

SW: ... That’s really awesome. You’ve taught this class now for two semesters. What have you learned from your students?

SR: Their expertise as makers has clued me into historical experiences most scholars have glossed right over. A 1930s Federal Writers Project interview with a formerly enslaved octogenarian might reference a grandmother’s sewing prowess, but then a student will say, No, you can’t just skim over by that! Do you know how many hand stitches it takes to do the seam of a dress? If you’ve never handsewn a skirt (and I haven’t), you might need to be reminded of the labor involved. One student reproduced a 19th-century skirt as her final project, and it was all about the stitches. Their reading of primary sources picked up on things that I missed.

And this took me in new directions in my own research. You might remember a discussion of sewing labor in the final chapter of Plantation Goods and the implication of a cloth’s width for a woman’s work routine. If you know how to cut the pieces for a shirt from a 32-inch-wide piece of fabric, it is going to mess everything up when you’re given a bolt of 28-inch-wide cloth. I had seen letters from slaveholders in the 1830s and 1840s complaining about the narrowness of the cloth and how enslaved women didn’t “understand” these fabrics. This wasn’t transparent to me as a historian. Only with students talking about the expertise involved in cutting cloth into the components of a garment did I realize what a difference it made when, say, a New England weaver was haphazard and turned out fabric four inches narrower than the usual variety. That error would reverberate in the lives of people 1,000 miles away who might face extreme forms of violence because they couldn’t meet their daily production quotas. Or they might experience other kinds of privation—a lack of rags for postpartum women, for example—because a wider fabric left scraps while a narrower one did not.

[theprofessional-amateur]

The conversation that happens in this relatively short interview about all the processes and choices in textile production (then and now) are really important.

From the arguments made and lengths slave holders went to to acquire the worst wool, to under appreciated labor of textile and clothing production.

[woketradwife]

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“This ain’t Little House on the Prairie. I’m a hot girl. I can just buy things and just enjoy them sometimes.”

[elierlick]

Yet another new study debunked the basis for the anti-trans sports bans. It was never about sports but for creating legal avenues for exclusion and abjection. This is one of the largest analyses ever conducted, involving 52 studies and 6,485 trans people. Read the study here.

[lilithseconddaughter]

post so nice had to reblog it twice and force it down everyone's throats

[catchymemes]

[woketradwife]

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