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Aug 20 2013

OMG GET MARRIED AND HAVE BABIES!!!!

that shit freaks me out so bad

I know that at one point in my life I must have speculated about what the babies of celeb couples (or more likely fictional couples on tv) would look like but….not like that. not with the fanatical intensity that I see the above phrase used.

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Jun 17 2013

Men vs Women - defying gender interests

  • men get into something not aimed at their gender: get special titles like "brony." recognition by creators. heralded for defying gender appeal. get documentary.
  • women get into something not aimed at their gender: not real fans. probably secret friend zone warriors deadset on erasing men from the human race. get insulting demeaning memes and sexual harassment.
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Jun 12 2013
Probably no man has ever troubled to imagine how strange his life would appear to himself if it were unrelentingly assessed in terms of his maleness … If he gave an interview to a reporter, or performed any unusual exploit, he would find it recorded in such terms as these: “Professor Bract, although a distinguished botanist, is not in any way an unmanly man. He has, in fact, a wife and seven children. Tall and burly, the hands with which he handles his delicate specimens are as gnarled and powerful as those of a Canadian lumberjack, and when I swilled beer with him in his laboratory, he bawled his conclusions at me in a strong, gruff voice that implemented the promise of his swaggering moustache.” […]
From seanan_mcguire’s posting on Sexism, the current SFWA kerfuffle, and “lady authors:” in the comments, via jenk, a long lovely passage from Dorothy L. Sayers’ 1947 essay, “The Human-Not-Quite-Human”. Read the whole thing. The perception of this problem is nothing new… (via dduane)

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Sep 12 2012
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Sep 06 2012
Here’s a quick history lesson. The word Hysterical comes from the Greek Hysterikos, which literally means “of the womb.” Plato and his contemporaries actually believed that when the uterus remained empty for too long, it would start wandering angrily through the body and smack into women’s brains, making them act irrational — or as Golub would say, “shrill and angry.” Hysteria was a catch-all medical diagnosis used until the late nineteenth century as a way to discredit and isolate women who tended to show strong emotions or “cause trouble,” and the “treatment” of these women is a black mark on the history of the entire psychological profession. Doctors would “manually stimulate” (read: sexually assault) women’s genitals to tame their wild uteruses, and if that didn’t work, women would be institutionalized. Of course, this horrifying practice was still a massive improvement to the lively stake-burning that was used to cure the fictional disorder during the Inquisition.
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Sep 03 2012
Femininity is depicted as weakness, the sapping of strength, yet masculinity is so fragile that apparently even the slightest brush with the feminine destroys it.
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Aug 09 2012
[TW: rape] What if all women were bigger and stronger than you? And thought they were smarter? What if women were the ones who started wars? What if too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos and no K-Y Jelly? What if the state trooper who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike was a woman and carried a gun? What if the ability to menstruate was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs? What if your attractiveness to women depended on the size of your penis? What if every time women saw you they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands? What if women were always making jokes about how ugly penises are and how bad sperm tastes? What if you had to explain what’s wrong with your car to big sweaty women with greasy hands who stared at your crotch in a garage where you are surrounded by posters of naked men with hard-ons? What if men’s magazines featured cover photos of 14-year-old boys with socks tucked into the front of their jeans and articles like: “How to tell if your wife is unfaithful” or “What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate” or “The truth about impotence”? What if the doctor who examined your prostate was a woman and called you “Honey”? What if you had to inhale your boss’ stale cigar breath as she insisted that sleeping with her was part of the job? What if you couldn’t get away because the company dress code required you wear shoes designed to keep you from running? And what if after all that women still wanted you to love them?

For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, Carol Diehl. (via winter-child)

My god, this is perfect

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I’ve definitely got the chills after reading this.

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Jul 26 2012

This is What I Want

lightspeedsound:

I want to be able to walk down the street in a tank top and short shorts and have men think “Oh, she’s wearing that because it’s hot,” and not “she’s wearing that to show her willingness to have sex.”

I want to be able to eat an entire bag of potato chips without feeling the need to qualify it with “I’m such a fat kid” or “I’m such a loser.” I actually think anyone who loves potato chips as much as I do is pretty damn cool. And I think maybe everyone else sort of identifies with me, because potato chips are delicious.

I want to be able to watch a TV show without having to deal with slut shaming, racism, homophobia, and general bigotry and ignorance. I want to see a Black Dr. Who, a gay season of the Bachelor, and I think Lucy Liu is a fantastic choice for Watson. The only thing better would be if Queen Latifah was Sherlock. And they were lesbians. That lead singer from La Roux could be Lestrade. The old spice guy is clearly the perfect Irene Adler.

I want to be able to point out flaws in popular TV shows, movies, and music videos, without people jumping down my throat for “ruining” things. I don’t really understand this logic, because I feel like it’s just like saying, “if I don’t know about it, it doesn’t exist. And therefore, it is perfect.”

I want to be able to get a higher education without getting into over $100K in debt. I’m in law school and I’m on probation for a scholarship at a school I went to PRIMARILY BECAUSE THEY GAVE ME THE MOST FINANCIAL AID. I want schools to just be honest and fair when it comes to money, actually.  Giving me honest statistics and a realistic expectation of my GPA wold have been nice.

I want not only a fat Disney Princess, I want a queer, woman of color, non-normative bodied Disney Princess/Prince. I think if Disney can create entire narratives around fucking clown fish, they should be able to handle a walking, talking human being. Although, it would be nice if said Disney Princess had a talking dildo as a conscience instead of jiminy cricket. What the fuck was that shit anyways? What does a bug know about fucking right or wrong? And where did he get that *ahem* fly suit?

I want white people to understand that there is a happy medium between being colorblind and being bigoted and that those two states of mind are simply the two extremes on the scale of racism.  I want to be able to acknowledge my POC status without having to explain myself to people. I want to be able to call myself an American, AND an Asian American. I want people to understand that I am not white, but not treat me as if being not-white is somehow a crutch and/or the most important thing about me. Basically, I want white people to realize what they did wrong in the past and fix it. But to never forget why society ended up so fucking race-oriented in the first place.

I want a diet soda that fills me with energy but doesn’t fill me with high fructose corn syrup. I also want it to be lychee flavored. And I want it to come in pretty colors.

I want Orangina to come out with a line of sorbets/ice creams, Coke to come out with a line of flavored vodkas, and oreo to sell its delicious cream filling by the can. 

I want a tampon that can be entirely flushed down the toilet without me worrying about clogging it. All the parts. The wrapping, the applicator, the actual cottony bit. And I want it to not be made out of cardboard, because cardboard applicators were invented by somebody who clearly failed to consider the weird ability cardboard has to simultaneously melt and get soggy AND give you paper cuts. 

I want bubble bath that does not increase the chances that I will get a UTI. Also, can it be like the stuff in Harry Potter, that lasts for a really long time and can support a human body? that would be great.

Actually, I just sort of want every food mentioned in Game of Thrones, Harry Potter, and Roald Dahl to be readily available at the nearest convenience store.

I want a prequel to the Harry Potter series.  

I want a Neil Gaiman channel on Pandora.  Alan Moore can come too.

I want a teleportation device, hair dye for darker hair that doesn’t require bleach, and pillows that never go flat.

I want to be comfortable and happy and hardworking and not broke and not worried about the state of my parent’s finances because I feel like I’m a huge drain on them.

I want everybody to have access to affordable and convenient healthcare. I also want everybody to be able to have whatever type of mutually consensual sex they want. And I definitely think that everybody should be able to wear whatever the fuck they want without people assume things about their sexuality, their sex drive, or their sexual history. And I want everybody to be able to walk down the street at 3 am without worrying about anything. Because 3 AM is a pretty magical time if you ever have the chance to be outside.

I want to feel like the world is full of potential and possibility and choices, instead of impossible dreams, dead ends, and status quos. 

AND MOST OF ALL, I WANT TO BE ABLE TO SAY WHAT I WANT WITHOUT SOCIETY TELLING ME, “WELL THAT’S TOO BAD, YOU DON’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT.” 

This whole thing is utterly amazing. And this part:

I think Lucy Liu is a fantastic choice for Watson. The only thing better would be if Queen Latifah was Sherlock. And they were lesbians. That lead singer from La Roux could be Lestrade. The old spice guy is clearly the perfect Irene Adler.

would be the most amazing thing ever and I am bereft that we’ll never have it.

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Jul 08 2012
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sparkamovement:

Olympics struggle with ‘policing femininity’: 

There are female athletes who will be competing at the Olympic Games this summer after undergoing treatment to make them less masculine.

Still others are being secretly investigated for displaying overly manly characteristics, as sport’s highest medical officials attempt to quantify — and regulate — the hormonal difference between male and female athletes.

Caster Semenya, the South African runner who was so fast and muscular that many suspected she was a man, exploded onto the front pages three years ago. She was considered an outlier, a one-time anomaly.

But similar cases are emerging all over the world, and Semenya, who was banned from competition for 11 months while authorities investigated her sex, is back, vying for gold.

Semenya and other women like her face a complex question: Does a female athlete whose body naturally produces unusually high levels of male hormones, allowing them to put on more muscle mass and recover faster, have an “unfair” advantage?

In a move critics call “policing femininity,” recent rule changes by the International Association of Athletics Federations (IAAF), the governing body of track and field, state that for a woman to compete, her testosterone must not exceed the male threshold.

If it does, she must have surgery or receive hormone therapy prescribed by an expert IAAF medical panel and submit to regular monitoring. So far, at least a handful of athletes — the figure is confidential — have been prescribed treatment, but their numbers could increase. Last month, the International Olympic Committee began the approval process to adopt similar rules for the Games.

There’s a lot going on here, but here’s what jumped out at us immediately: Women, particularly women athletes, are constantly told they’re not as strong or fast as men—and now that they’re proving otherwise, they’re being forced to undergo hormone treatments. We don’t think it’s a coincidence that women of color are coming under fire for this more than white women. From the article: “Lindsay Perry, another scientist, says sometimes whole teams of African women are dead ringers for men.” This is a clear example of how we’ve constructed a very particular, very narrow ideal of femininity and womanhood that devalues and casts aside black women in particular. 

this makes me shake with rage.

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Jul 01 2012

or as I call them, “dick flicks”

missingkeys:

elizabitchtaylor:

film about a group of men getting into shenanigans= “comedy”
film about a group of women getting into shenanigans= “chick flick”

film about a friendship between two men= “buddy flick”
film about a friendship between two women= “chick flick”

emotional film about father/son relationships= “drama” 
emotional film about mother/daughter relationships= “chick flick” 

film about a young man finding identity= “coming of age”
film about a young woman finding identity= “chick flick”

Film about two men running a porn company = sexy comedy!

Film about two women running a phone sex line = chick flick.

(Also I want to see ‘For A Good Time, Call’. Looks HILARIOUS)

A few years ago I began calling any movie that I loved, that featured women as the lead actors, “chick flicks” as a way to reclaim the term. They may consider it a derogatory term, but I’ll be damned if I will.

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Jun 21 2012

I am not from Venus, I’m from Earth

So it looks like another round of bullshit war of the sexes movie is being made, this time for the oh so insightful book Women Are From Venus, Men Are From Mars.

NO THEY ARE NOT!

Fucking shit, people, this obsession with dualism has got to stop.

Binary language only works for computers, it isn’t sufficient to cover the exquisite variety that is biological organisms. So just stop it.

Our brains are not computers, we are not robots, emotions and permeable boundaries are not bad things.

You are NOT alone, I am NOT alone. We are all in this together, like it or not. Life after death? Who fucking cares! Right here, right now, we’re alive and that’s what we need to focus on. If we want to look beyond the moment, and of course we should, we can look to future generations and what sort of world we’re building or tearing down for them to deal with. But life is life in all it’s marvelous and messy complexity.

If you can’t deal with that, I understand. But stop trying to limit the world just because you’re afraid of it. That’s not going to work. It never works. Ever.

x-posted from my Dreamwidth

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Jun 20 2012
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I’ve gotten in the middle of a cat fight a time or two in my life, and let me tell you, it’s not a good idea. To me a cat fight is vicious and serious in a way a heated discussion never could be. Which doesn’t change the fact that when “cat fight” is used in cases like the above it means something weak and pathetic and superfluous. Never mind that most cat fights are between males due to an overabundance of testosterone.

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Apr 23 2012
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Apr 16 2012

Dear daughter…

Dear daughter-

You should know that you are hated.

I’m not sure why they hate you. You didn’t do anything to them. You don your princess crown, take up your sword, and pretend at Pokemon. You read your books and you learn how to draw comics and dragons and you play piano and practice kung fu. You delight in pretty dresses and weaponry. You love me when I nurture you as a mom, train with you as a warrior, and play video games and card games with you.

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Apr 12 2012

I am a feminist.

feminismisprettycool:

stfuhypocrisy:

alllllll-of-the-spectacular:

introspectivestardust:

As long as women’s natural body hair is called disgusting and inappropriate while men’s isn’t, I am a feminist.

As long as I can’t watch an episode of a popular sitcom without having to sit through multiple sexist comments or “jokes”, I am a feminist.

As long as women have to face the rational fear of being sexually assaulted every time they walk home past dark while men don’t, I am a feminist.

As long as misogyny exists in any country in this world, I am a feminist.

As long as women are being raped, then stoned to death or forced to marry their rapist, I am a feminist.

As long as companies promote men to manager when there are women who are equally as or better qualified, because they find that men look more authoritative, I am a feminist.

As long as women (her choice of clothes, her friendly nature, her weakness, her choice to drink alcohol) get blamed when men rape them, I am a feminist.

As long women’s opinions on online social networks are dismissed with phrases like “tits or gtfo”, “get back to the kitchen”, “are you pms’ing?”, I am a feminist.

As long as dressing like a woman is degrading for men and as long as men are insulted with phrases like “you throw like a woman”, clearly implying that being like a woman is shameful, I am a feminist.

As long as both men are women are expected to work, but taking care of children and the household are still largely considered a woman’s job, I am a feminist.

As long as boys and girls are treated differently, expected to act differently, and surrounded by different toys and colours from the day they are born, I am a feminist.

As long as topless women aren’t allowed in public unless they’re on the cover of a men’s magazine, I am a feminist.

As long as women who have sex frequently are generally told they are “sluts”, “lacking self-respect” and “lacking morals” by both men and women, while men who frequently have sex are “just being men” and it’s “natural for them”, I am a feminist.

As long as there are places where women have to pay more for health insurance than men, I am a feminist.

As long as men experience situations with equal gender representation as female-dominated, and don’t consider a group discussion equal unless there are significantly more men than women participants (as has been proven), I am a feminist.

As long as there are men who think it’s their wife or girlfriend’s duty to have sex with them whenever they want, I am a feminist.

As long as the word feminism (“the movement aimed at equal rights for women”) has a negative connotation, I am a feminist.

As long as misogynistic people exist, I am a feminist.

And not just ciswomen. Everybody.

SO MUCH THIS.

Just reemphasizing: NOT JUST CISWOMEN. EVERYBODY.

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