Monday, April 7, 2014

howprolifeofyou:

smitethepatriarchy:

therothwoman:

blairellis:

this never gets old

I met the creator of this a month ago and he said he got a lot of hate mail from dudebros who thought that he was a woman complaining about these problems.

Gold.

Bolding mine.

The animator that made this is a really cool guy! His tumblr is here if anyone’s interested.

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Monday, March 17, 2014
Toxic masculinity hurts men, but there’s a big difference between women dealing with the constant threat of being raped, beaten, and killed by the men in their lives, and men not being able to cry. Robert Jensen

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Thursday, March 13, 2014
rebeccacohenart:

http://vitaminw.co/culture-society/womens-history-questions-and-facts
Just a fraction of the cool stuff I learned when researching women’s history.

rebeccacohenart:

http://vitaminw.co/culture-society/womens-history-questions-and-facts

Just a fraction of the cool stuff I learned when researching women’s history.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

lexiwestiiee:

gayreyna:

my question is if men are unable to control themselves in the presence of women why the hell are they allowed to control entire nations

*mic drop*

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Thursday, February 13, 2014
veggielezzyfemmie:


Feminists Install Temporary Memorial to Rape Survivors on Washington Mall





by Sarah Mirk on February 15, 2013 - 10:34am


The National Mall got a new memorial yesterday, if only briefly. As part of One Billion Rising, Baltimore-based feminist group FORCE installed a temporary memorial recognizing survivors of sexual assault. The group greated giant letters out of a statement from a rape survivor and floated the eight-foot-tall words onto the reflecting pool in front of the Lincoln Memorial. 

veggielezzyfemmie:

The National Mall got a new memorial yesterday, if only briefly. As part of One Billion RisingBaltimore-based feminist group FORCE installed a temporary memorial recognizing survivors of sexual assault. The group greated giant letters out of a statement from a rape survivor and floated the eight-foot-tall words onto the reflecting pool in front of the Lincoln Memorial. 

Monday, February 10, 2014

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Saturday, February 8, 2014 Friday, February 7, 2014

A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh.
He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands
and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs.
I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse.
At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride.
Like a girl.

Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed,
and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it,
because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices.
But then he laughed again and all I saw
was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek
before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist.
(my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.)

When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later
him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles,
I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet
that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously
just because I’m a girl.

Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big.
Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary.
Be small and smooth with soft edges
and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts:
the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having,
the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission.

Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small
when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car,
because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway.
We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street
who see us as convenient bodies instead of people.

Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft,
so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling,
pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are.
We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths,
because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions
blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get
condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls.

Once, I got told I punched like a girl.
I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.

'My Perfume Doubles As Mace,' theappleppielifestyle.

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Thursday, February 6, 2014 Wednesday, January 22, 2014

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