“Capitalism wasn’t supposed to be there.”
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Every day I see a thousand “feminist” posts on my dashboard about how men are dicks and harass them and stuff.
Which is cool, because I’m a man.
I don’t do that stuff.
I thought we were trying to avoid sexism.
OH GOD EVERYONE, LOOK. HE’S A MAN AND HE DOESN’T HARASS WOMEN. GIVE HIM A FUCKING MEDAL. BOW DOWN TO HIM AND PUT A DISCLAIMER IN EVERYONE OF YOUR POSTS THAT I-SEE-EVERYTHING DOES NOT HARASS WOMEN AND THAT YOUR POST DOES NOT APPLY TO HIM, HE’S SPECIAL - HE’S GOT A MEDAL AND EVERYTHING.
Or y’know, he could accept that we’re probably talking about the majority and after a ridiculous amount of years of being harassed on the street by men, women (and people forcibly assumed to be women) are able to correctly analyse the problem with harassment much better than he is.
Seriously, I’m not going to put a disclaimer on every post to protect your fee fees. You don’t harass women? That’s great - really it is. But if you know it’s about you, then you don’t need to worry about what’s said. Because I can assure that no-one reads those posts and assumes all men are like that, but we’re talking about the ones that are.
Plus, prejudice against men (which isn’t what this is) isn’t sexism anyway because of ye olde prejudice + power equation. Men have male privilege, no one can be sexist to them.
you can still be sexist against men by being one of those people that naturally assumes all guys are assholes and goes out of their way to loudly and proudly announce it. But that’s not many people, and the few that are like that are usually just scoffed at.
NOPE, feminism is about a funny thing called ~~*~*~*~*~EQUALITY~*~*~*~*~*~ not about man hating or certain-type-of-woman-dissing or not shaving your legs or whatever the fuck people think feminism is about.
No, that would still be plain old prejudice. You can say bad things about me, but it doesn’t reinforce any systematic oppression of me and I still get all teh jobs in the end!
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Source: i-see-everything
A bit from George Orwell’s Homage to Catalonia. He is describing the situation upon first arriving at the barracks to fight for the revolutionary militia against the Fascist during the Spanish Revolution. It’s sad how quickly old prejudices and social structures of power embedded in our minds set in and continue to oppress even just after a new space of freedom has opened up:
There were perhaps a thousand men at the barracks, and a score or so of women, apart from the militiamen’s wives who did the cooking. There were still women serving in the militias, though not very many. In the early battles they had fought side by side with the men as a matter of course. It is a thing that seems natural in time of revolution. Ideas were changing already, however. The militiamen had to be kept out of the riding-school while the women were drilling there because they laughed at the women and put them off. A few months earlier no one would have seen anything comic in a woman handling a gun.
This is why it’s so important to educate people about the hierarchies that previously existed, and train them to root out oppressive behaviours in their lives. Laughing at women should have been as abominable as accumulating wealth and laughing at the poor.
Class oppression seems to be invariably favoured over others in times of revolution. It is NOT the only oppression, and no revolution is complete without total hierarchical upheaval.
This is an important message for how the revolution in its early stages embodies the ideal society, and how these values MUST be kept strong in times of relative stability.
No one is free when others are oppressed.
Freedom to be reinforce patriarchy is not freedom.
Make that a uterus-bearer’s business but yeah.
wow, I just wanna say I LOVE YOU! I love all non-uterus bearers who have the respect and maturity to say that. I’m smiling IRL right now. :D
:D No need for praise though, it’s common sense. It also goes for any issues of those I oppress, their experience is not mine to refute or deny.
It’s not really my respect or maturity but the fact that I’ve had awesome people to remind me of my privileges.
(I should also point out I’m not the OP of this post, I merely added the GIF).
Human rights violations are supposed to occur in other countries, aren’t they? So why do we keep seeing alleged cases of abuse of citizens denied and covered up, only to be exposed by video? This seems to be now routine in Canada. How can it be? Why do we allow this to continue?
Why are those with such power and authority permitted to wield it with virtually no accountability? Why is the official justification believed over that of the women who are treated in this manner? Why do the women, such as Stacy Bonds and Roxanne Carr, have to repeatedly fight to be revictimized by the public display of them being assaulted on video, in order to be believed?
Strip searches are sexual assaults that are sometimes sanctioned by our laws to allow police and correctional authorities to search for contraband or weapons. Although weapons and contraband are far less likely to be found on women, women are much more likely to be strip-searched than are men. We know this is true in prison settings, and the fact that it is also a reality in police lock-ups and detention centres was recently exposed during the trials and investigations into the G20 arrests and detentions.
Sadly, what happened to Stacy Bonds and Roxanne Carr has likely been the fate of many other women in Ottawa.
Potentially triggering details of the sexual assault and abuse by police under the cut.
Another interesting article on the surname question, from Wall Street Journal:
Joe has a few jokes that are so funny, he tells them all the time. Such as: When we meet a couple in which the wife has the same last name as her husband, Joe says, “It’s so nice to have a wife who loves you.”
That knee-slapper never gets old!
I did not change my last name to my husband’s when we married nine years ago. But I did not appreciate what a symbol my last name would be for the way married people feel tousled among different identities. I am his. I am mine. I am ours.
I was born Katie Rosman and Joe fell in love with Katie Rosman. The idea that marriage would necessitate an edit of my personal headline didn’t feel right to me.
There is a feminist element at play, I suppose: I didn’t want my identity to change upon becoming a wife.
But I don’t want to overstate the feminism angle. “Rosman” was hardly a sign of matrilineal dominance. It was my last name because it was my father’s last name.
No, to me the issue was (and is) simply that it is my name.
Also, it’s my name.
I didn’t want to change it. It took me 30 years to get a sense of who Katie Rosman was, and to get comfortable with all that this entailed. I didn’t want to let go of her. And I wanted Joe to understand that what he saw during our courtship was what he was marrying. I didn’t want to create the expectation that I could morph from one thing to another.
Click through for article in full.
Sex is not the problem. Sexism is.
1. On the list of words I’ve learned to hate, ‘exotic’ has come to feature pretty prominently. As a corollary to the previous point, I have also learned that exotic is not the same thing as attractive. It is also often not a compliment.
2. On the list of things I don’t believe when people say them to me, ‘beautiful’ features pretty prominently. I spent years feeling self-conscious for not looking conventional-anything. I can no longer tell if people call me beautiful(/pretty/hot/cute/etc.) because I am or because I’m asian and therefore “different” and “interesting-looking”. This is not to say I am insecure about how I look. I just never know if other people think I am attractive in the same way I know I am attractive.
3. “Hey baby. Ni hao ma” is not an effective pickup line. I know. I was surprised too.
4. I am seen as either completely asexual or as a sexual fantasy waiting to be fulfilled. I am slowly learning otherwise in college, but this figured so prominently in my identity when in high school it’s still sometimes hard to shake.
5. My culture is a commodity. My language is a novelty, though Chinese doesn’t quite rank as high in terms of sex appeal as European languages. My American-ness always, always comes as a surprise to people. And if I don’t act how one thinks Asian-Americans should act then I’m ‘white-washed’.
6. Somewhat related to the above, in the plus/minus categories for being a hipster, my race should never be used as a factor. There are quotation marks around this whole point, by the way.
7. I have come to accept (accept, not condone, not like) that some people keep me around because I provide that much-needed diversity while still being ‘American’ enough that it’s socially acceptable. I guess it’s the first (or maybe the final) hurdle of friendship for me - if you can look far enough past my race when it comes to friendship to determine whether or not I’m a worthwhile human being or just a pleasant non-entity so you can check off the diversity box on your friendship checklist. Either way, I have grown so so tired of being the token Asian.
8. I am tired of needing the ‘Asian’ qualifier when being described. ‘Asian hipster.’ ‘Pretty Asian friend.’ ‘Cute Asian girlfriend.’ ‘Favorite Asian on campus.’ ‘Asian best friend.’
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Being Asian-American has made me unsure when dealing with others. I am always cautious in my relationships and, with some people, I am never quite sure if it is fascination or fetishization of my race that sustains those relationships or fascination of and interest in my person. This has made me insecure in strange ways, and yet I am not at all good when it comes to talking about this insecurity - how could I ever fully convey to someone, especially someone who is not a person of color, just how close, how prominent this concern always is? Being Asian is not weight I can lose or hair color/clothes I can change or education I can receive or money I can earn.
I bring nothing new in my list to the usual complaints/insecurities. I hesitated when deciding where to post this, especially when considering who will read this. There are people I admire and people whose intentions I’m not sure about who read this tumblr. I am not sure I am ready for either group of people to read something I consider so personal. I guess I could’ve just saved it as a sticky on my computer, or at least posted it on a much less public venue (then again - lol self, get over yourself. No one probably reads your tumblr as much as or as often as you seem to think). There’s a certain level of narcissism involved in posting this on my public tumblr, but there’s a certain level of bitterness as well. I take a weird satisfaction in even the remotest possibility of someone who has ever made me feel any of the ways enumerated in this list reading this and maybe understanding how his or her idea of an offhanded comment has and will haunt me my entire life
Bolded emphasis, mine. I talk about gendered racism a lot and how it affects women of color. This is another example, speaking from the experiences of an asian american.
Source: cmao
**Trigger warning for spider and bug phobias**
Tropes vs. Women #4: The Evil Demon Seductress via Feminist Frequency
(If anyone has a transcript, please pass on a link!)
(via thatfeministwithglasses)
Source: feministfilm
I want this to be a place of neurodiversity. I'm not an expert, but I welcome questions, thoughts and experiences from others. I want to respect all neurodivergences and that means refusing to reinforce ableism.
I don't use functioning language. Nor do I insult people on the basis of their intelligence, or equate intelligence with worth.
Outside of ableism, I also reblog posts about cissexism, heterosexism, racism, sexism, sizism and any other -isms that are taking place.
As a white cisgender guy I hold a lot of privileges, so I welcome call-outs when I get any of this wrong.
My personal posts tend to be in the actuallyautistic tag.
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