“ The best way to dehumanize someone while claiming you’re not is to believe you are just the same. You erase their experiences and perspective, their struggles and obstacles, their unique way of having to deal with those things in a world that also erases them. With the words, ‘but humans are humans’ or the bullshit dramatics of ‘we all bleed red’ normal people can simply pretend that if we all did things the way they did, then everything would work out okay. But, yes, we all bleed red but you don’t treat a papercut the same way you treat a gash, you don’t treat an infected wound the same way you treat one that isn’t, you don’t treat a wound to the leg the same way you treat a wound to the gut. You are not acknowledging someone’s personhood when you ignore the very things that make their lives different than yours, and when you refuse to understand that their circumstances have given them their own perspective that is just as valid as yours. More valid in fact – their perspective about their experiences that you haven’t been through is far more valid than anything you could ever think about it. ”
So I got sent to the dean today for wearing this top. My study tech teacher said that I was “exploiting” myself and that it could be a distraction to the other students. I got up out of my seat and told her that I wasn’t going to listen to her dress codes. In a way, she was being misogynist and slut shaming and I think that’s wrong. I will continue to wear what I want and nobody can tell me not to. The fact that womens bodies are sexualized and objectified so much angers me and that’s the reason why this happened. I’m going to wear what I want, how I want, when I want and that’s it.
I was there, reblog the shit out of this guys
womens bodies ARE sexulized thats the reason why they want you to cover up your body and its IS a distraction to young boobie hungry boys and its sad but people are ignorant and they will continue to call you names and s/t and you’d be making posts about that so how about follow the rules for like idk 5-8 hours a day and stop being a rebellious teenager pls because in the real world that aint gonna cut it
The only way to defeat misogyny and slut shaming and the sexualization of women’s bodies is to stand up and fight it. It won’t just go away on it’s own. Telling someone to accept ignorance and oppression because that’s just how the “real world” is is sheepish and cowardly and pretty shitty and it’s because of these kind of people that this shit still exists today. And furthermore, stop victim blaming. Teenagers are hormonal it’s true, but they can and should be able to control their urges and if they can’t or won’t they need to figure that shit out because that’s their own damn problem and if a side view of a bra is uncontrollably arousing for some perverted kid then they need to figure that shit out on their own time because honestly it’s stupid and immature. Boys aren’t animals and girls aren’t objects. Stop making them believe this.
Holy shit. Grow the fuck up.
I choose not to save my pits. NOT because “I’m a woman and my body hair is natural and beautiful and and I love it and fuck your beauty standards!” but because I just don’t care. And I find shaving them to be irritating. But if my employer asks me to shave my arm pits I will. No one is trying to “shame you” or “oppress you” or “put you in your place.” They’re just rules, and they exist for a reason. The men I work with are asked to keep their faces clean shaven because it’s off-putting to customers. No one wants beard hairs in their food. So If I’m asked to shave my arm pits for the same reason I will.
This is so stupid my head hurts.
You know what. I think the thing that’s getting people’s panties in a twist is the sexualization of breasts. BREASTS ARE NOT SEX OBJECTS. THEY ARE MEANT FOR LACTATION. TO FEED BABIES. NOT FOR SEX. It would be like telling me to cover up my hair, because some people like to pull on hair during sex. Or telling me to cover up my mouth because it can be used to perform sexual acts. The misogyny comes from men associating breasts with the act of sex, and censoring it as such. My breasts are as sexy as my ears, as my knees, as any of my external body parts that serve a purpose besides procreation. Unless males are required to cover their chest as thoroughly as females, or females are allowed the equal leniency on chest exposure, people will be perpetually disgruntled by this.
Yes there are rules, yes a many of them are for good reason, but not all of them. For as many good sensible rules there are, there is and have been rules that are oppressive.
PREACH! There’s something called self control and people need to remember that it’s not hard to use. We’re not wild animals. If someone’s bra is so distracting that it affects your education, that’s a personal problem that you need to get sorted out on your own time. Everyone should mind their business and do what they’re supposed to be doing in class and that includes the teacher. Also, how is pit hair and beards the same thing? Why would anyone ask you to shave your pit hair? If they do they should ask the men to do the same. I have no idea why your pit hair would be out at work unless you’re allowed to wear tank tops? if that’s the case, all pits should be shaven for the sake of the food, lol
“ For the last three decades many Americans have puzzled over a system that gives an R to a movie in which a women is carved up by a chainsaw and an NC-17 to one that shows a woman sexually pleasured. From such ratings one might conclude that sexual violence against women is OK for American teenagers to see, but that they must be 18 to see consensual sex. What message does this send to the kids the MPAA presumably means to protect? ”
“ I’d like to raise both of my middle fingers to him and anyone who thinks profanity is somehow more harmful to our children than images of violence and misogyny. ”
“ [TW: rape culture]
What kind of world do we live in when young men are so proud of violating unconscious girls that they pass proof around to their friends? It’s the same kind of world in which being labeled a slut comes with such torturous social repercussions that suicide is preferable to enduring them. As a woman named Sara Erdmann so aptly tweeted to me, “I will never understand why it is more shameful to be raped than to be a rapist.”
And yet it is: so much so that young men seem to think there’s nothing wrong with—and maybe something hilarious about—sharing pictures of themselves raping young women. And why not? Their friends will defend them, as they did in Steubenville, tweeting that the young woman was “asking for it” and that the boys were being unfairly targeted.
Women and girls are the ones expected to carry the shame of the sexual crimes perpetrated against them. And that shame is a tremendous load to bear, because once you’re labeled a slut, empathy and compassion go out the window. The word is more than a slur—it’s a designation.”
How can you look at a cultural landscape of institutionalized inequality and not be angry, right? I mean, if you’re a genuine ally and all.
And, if you are, you’ll be glad for that anger, because you know that the opposite of anger, for a progressive, is complacence—and there can be no progress if everyone is perfectly complacent with the way things are.
Progress is dependent on people who get angry, because anger—productive anger, motivating anger, directed anger, rational anger—is the root of all progress.”
“ 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 women 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 then 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 him whenever he wants, 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 misogynist people exist, I am a feminist. ”
this whole notion that guys who wear pink are suddenly feminine is so ridiculous. women aren’t portrayed as manly if they wear blue??? it reminds me of this quote i once read by gwen sharp, “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.”
“ Indeed, the idea of ‘winning the girl’ – of overcoming female objections or resistance through repeated and frequently escalating efforts – is central to most of our modern romantic narratives. (Female persistence, by contrast, is viewed as pathetic.) And the more I think about instances of creepiness, harassment and stalking that culminate in either the threat or actuality of sexual assault, the more I’m convinced that a massive part of the problem is this socially sanctioned idea that men are fundamentally entitled to persist. Because if men are meant to persist, then women who say no must only be rejecting the attempt, not the man himself, so that every separate attempt becomes one of a potentially infinite number of keys which might just fit the lock of the woman’s approval. She’s not the one who’s allowed to say no, not really; she should be silent and passive as a locked door, waiting patiently while the man runs through however many keys he can be bothered trying. And if he gets sick of this lengthy process and just breaks in? Well, frustration under those circumstances is only natural. Either the door shouldn’t have been there to impede him, or it shouldn’t have been locked. ”
“ [TW: rape, partner consent issues] What people don’t understand is when we say “Teach men not to rape,” we’re not talking about telling them not to jump out of the bushes in a ski mask and grab the nearest female. We’re talking about the way we teach boys that masculinity is measured by power over others, and that they aren’t men unless they “get some.” We’re talking about teaching men (and women) that it’s not okay to laugh at jokes about rape and abuse. We’re talking about telling men that a lack of “No” doesn’t mean “Yes,” that if a woman is too drunk to consent they shouldn’t touch her, that dating someone - or even being married to someone - does not mean automatic consent. We’re talking about teaching boys to pay attention to the girl they’re with, and if she looks uncomfortable to stop and ask if she’s okay, because sometimes girls don’t know how to say stop in a situation like that. We’re talking about how women have the right to change their mind. Even if she’s been saying yes all night, if she says no, that’s it. It’s over. That’s what we mean when we say “Teach men not to rape. ”
So often, people have a very narrow definition of what rape is. They don’t realize a lack of no doesn’t mean yes. They don’t realize that we can revoke consent at any given time. They don’t understand that they’re not entitled to a person’s body, nor sex, even though they bought them dinner.
They seem to think that rape is only defined a certain way- a stranger, in bushes/a dark alley/parking lot coming out of nowhere and forcing themselves on defenseless woman who’s wearing a short skirt, walking alone in the dead of night.
Absolute perfection. Pass it on.
So much respect for that.
“Dearest Beloved Girl,
[Text behind reads: Dear Steubenville Survivor]
This is a letter of apology for being an adult who has failed to make the world safe for you.
[YOU SHOULD BE SAFE]
You should be safe, and your vulnerability should not invite assault and attack of your body or your spirit.
[WE HAVE FAILED YOU]
So I’m sorry that we have failed to teach your male peers they have no right to touch you without your consent.
[YOU DEMANDED THE RIGHT TO BE HEARD]
You demanded the right to be heard. You may have lost your voice that night, but you found it again when you told the truth.
Even though you knew, didn’t you? You knew just how relentlessly they would try to silence you?
You knew that neighbors and friends, and even the members of the national media would mourn the loss of your attackers’ football careers more than the loss of your innocence.
[YOU SPOKE OUT ANYWAY]
You spoke for yourself and you spoke for the 44% of rape victims who are under 18, and you spoke for my 14 year old self who still hears that thread in my head, “don’t tell, they won’t believe you.”
This is my apology and this is my gratitude saying, I believe you. I believe you are inherently valuable, not as a character in some grotesque news cycle where your assault is all we know, but as a girl.
[I BELIEVE YOU]
With hopes and dreams and ambitions and vulnerabilities and so much more growing up to do. I never need to know your name, but I need you to know you are not alone.
If you ever get down, if you ever wonder how you’re gonna go on, take out this letter because I believe you.
Why do we have an abortion rate 20% higher than France’s (and more than twice as high as Germany’s), especially considering most doctors here won’t perform them? The answer is any country that has universal health care, where contraception is free, where child care is free or inexpensive, where there is less poverty because people don’t become bankrupt over medical bills — those societies are simply going to have fewer unplanned and unwanted pregnancies.
And there the mask gets pulled off the Bart Stupaks and the “Christians.” If the statistics show that countries with government-provided universal health care and nearly-free abortions are, in fact, the countries with the fewest abortions, then why on earth wouldn’t the Right be the first in line to support universal health care?
Because it isn’t about “universal health care.” It’s about controlling women, period. It’s about sticking your nose in other people’s business. It’s about pushing your religious beliefs on everyone else because voices in your head tell you your Jesus is The One — even though your Jesus never said one single solitary word in any of the four gospels of the Bible about abortion or fertilized eggs being human. You’ve just gone and made it up about “life beginning at conception.” Jesus never said that. The little voice in your head said that, the same little voice that wants your grubby paws on women’s uteruses. You need help. Please get some help and leave the rest of us alone, Mr. Stupak and friends.”
I wish I could reblog this 1,000 times.
That. Is. Beautiful.
Handwritten note left in each seat by Antony Hegarty at the Givenchy Fall Winter 2013 show