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True gender equality is actually perceived as inequality. A group that is made up of 50% women is perceived as being mostly women. A situation that is perfectly equal between men and women is perceived as being biased in favor of women.
And if you don’t believe me, you’ve never been a married woman who kept her family name. I have had students hold that up as proof of my “sexism.”
My own brother told me that he could never marry a woman who kept her name because “everyone would know who ruled that relationship.” Perfect equality – my husband keeps his name and I keep mine – is held as a statement of superiority on my part.
Also the study where they had women and men talking in a discussion and when women spoke around 30% of the time, men perceived them as dominating the discussion. They didn’t consider it “equal” until something like 5-10% of women talking. (via dumbthingswhitepplsay)
Voila. A beautiful example of why fighting for equality becomes a gross exaggeration in the eyes of the oppressors. (via curiouslycool)
…Rebecca Black did a thing
is that dave days
…trolling used to be pretty funny and almost entirely harmless. Trolling, despite the modern usage, does not mean “the act of pissing somebody off and laughing about their anger.” It is “the act of pissing somebody off BASED ON SOMETHING COMPLETELY MEANINGLESS and laughing about their MISPLACED anger.” It isn’t considered trolling to leave a comment full of racial epithets and laugh when people “don’t get it.” It is trolling if you leave a comment insisting on the wrong information about something irrelevant – how many runes are on a Stargate, for example (everybody knows its 12) – and wait for the ONE guy that just can’t let the transgression pass. If you start a fake fight with Prof. Stargate, dragging him deeper and deeper until hopefully, finally, even he has to stop and think “wait a minute, this is ridiculous,” that is trolling. That’s the difference: No actual harm is caused, and even the victim can eventually get in on the joke. “Trolling” isn’t referring to hiding behind a fortification and trying to hurt people like the mythical creature. It’s referring to the style of fishing – you drag bait across the bottom hoping to get a rare bite. It’s not ‘bait’ if you’re earnestly spouting your misogynistic beliefs and somebody gets upset. There’s nothing funny about entirely justified anger.
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
Did someone make a really bad translation? Because this is definitely not from le petit prince, but I can’t find the real source
Anonymous asked: What is a way to appreciate a cultural dress rather than appropriating it? Like genuine question.
I would love and appreciate any added examples, thoughts, and opinions y’all have, please chime in!
ex.) I don’t know if this is sacred or important but I am going to take it and wear it because it will make me look worldly and unique.
ex.) I do not know much about Native Americans so I am going to go to this powwow, watch, and ask questions. If I see a necklace I want to buy I will ask the seller if it is appropriate for me to have this. I will also ask the seller what it may mean and the history behind it. When I wear it later and someone asks me about it I will tell them what the person who sold it to me said.
Appropriation: participating, misusing, or applying a cultural aspect that does not belong to you without permission and/or without having earned the right to do so.
Appreciation: I will research this culture. I will study their history, their art, dance, and music. I will learn what I can in a respectful manner. I will not participate in activities that are not meant for me. If I am invited into an activity I will ask about how to show respect and what to do.
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We have decided to expand our audience by producing a monthly zine. This zine will be offered online as well as distributed in (at least) my community. If we could get some folks who are all in to distribute in theirs as well that’d be awesome!!
Each month will have a few themes but feel free to expand on it as much as you would like.
Our first themes will be :
Ownership of one’s body
What we are looking for:
I am asking to have all submissions in no later than December 6th, 2013.
Also, if anyone is interested in volunteering to make this zine a reality please email me.
All inquiries and submissions can be sent to email@example.com.
But, even if you’re not fat, if you’re a woman, you’re probably still so caught up with your toxic weight shit that you can’t even see straight. During my working life I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been part of these ridiculous workplace group diets. Almost all of the participants have been women. Sometimes they even try to bribe one another with money. They all put in ten dollars on the first week and whoever loses the most wins the pool at the end of 4 months, or whatever it is. Look, I’m like you. I’ve done it too. And at a perfectly normal, healthy weight I’ve done it. All because of a sick, shitful, ugly little voice in the back of my head that tells me I ought to be smaller.
And that’s the rub, right there. Exactly why do we want to be smaller? What exactly is the appeal of being smaller? How does it benefit us? Does it make us better mothers? Better students? Better lovers? Better artists? Scientists? Friends? Does it make us more badass badasses?
No, no, no, no, no. You must see that it doesn’t. It doesn’t do anything but make us smaller.
Babies and puppies are small. So are dimes and Skittles. You’re a fucking woman. A woman! You are entitled to occupy as much fucking space as you like with your awesomeness, and you better be suspicious as fuck of anybody who tells you differently.
Why, ladies? Why must we continue to whittle ourselves down? Who is it for? What is it for? You can walk through a certain aisle at the pharmacy or at the grocery store and see the language of diminishment all over the packaging for weight loss aids of all kinds. “Shrink your waist.” “Lose inches off your thighs.” “Slim down.” “Get skinny.”
How about “Grow your mind.” “Increase your confidence and productivity.” “Beef up your knowledge.” “Enlarge your scope of asskicking.”
That’s a valid message for women and girls: grow, expand, branch out, open up, get bigger, wider, faster, stronger, better, smarter. Go up not down. Get strong, not skinny.
You are not here to get smaller. You are not here to have a thin waist and thighs. You are not here to disappear. You’re here to change the world! Change the fucking world, then! Forget about “losing a few pounds.” Think about what you could be gaining instead.
Dan Hays - Colorado Snow Effect (2008) - Oil on canvas
spill & grow, two tattoos I would like to have in the space just below where my elbow bends. these are very flexible words, especially in each others company. the main significance for me is that you need a bit of balance of the two, and in order to do one you need the other. no one improves without first making mistakes. the other side of this is that there is beauty in messes and the unplanned. i need to be reminded of this a lot.