female power ;)
—-kicking strongly in your mother’s womb, upon which she is told, “It must be a boy, if it’s so active!”
—-being tagged with a pink beaded bracelet thirty seconds after you are born, and wrapped in pink blankets five minutes thereafter.
—-being confined to the Doll Corner in nursery school when you are really fascinated by Tinker Toys.
—-wanting to wear overalls instead of “frocks.”
—-learning to detest the words “dainty” and “cute. “
—-being labeled a tomboy when all you wanted to do was climb that tree to look out and see a distance.
—-learning to sit with your legs crossed, even when your feet can’t touch the floor yet.
—-hating boys—because they’re allowed to do things you want to do but are forbidden to—and being told hating boys is a phase.
—-learning that something you do is “naughty,” but when your brother does the same thing, it’s “spunky.”
—-wondering why your father gets mad now and then, but your mother mostly sighs a lot.
—-seeing grownups chuckle when you say you want to be an engineer or doctor when you grow up—and learning to say you want to be a mommy or a nurse, instead.
—-wanting to shave your legs at twelve and being agonized because your mother won’t let you.
—-being agonized at fourteen because you finally have shaved your legs, and your flesh is on fire.
—-being told nothing whatsoever about menstruation, so that you think you are bleeding to death with your first period, or:
—-being told all about it in advance by kids at school who titter and make it clear the whole thing is dirty, or:
—-being prepared for it by your mother, who carefully reiterates that it isn’t dirty, all the while talking just above a whisper, and referring to it as the “curse,” “being sick,” or “falling off the roof.”
—-feeling proud of and disgusted by your own body, for the first, but not last, time.
—-dreading summertime because more of your body with its imperfections will be seen—and judged.
—-liking math or history a lot and getting hints that boys are turned off by smart girls.
—-getting hints that other girls are turned off by smart girls.
—-finally getting turned off by smart girls, unconsciously dropping back, lousing up your marks, and being liked by the other kids at last.
—-having an intense crush on another girl or on a woman teacher and learning that that’s unspeakable.
the one about liking history hit me pretty hard, when i was 16 i wanted so much to take history as a GCSE, history was one of my favourite subjects in school. But the history teacher who had an all boys class because apparently no other girls were interested in history, advised me not to, because he thought I couldn’t ‘handle it’
to this day i am so angry at myself for listening to him
girls please don’t let men stop you from doing what you’re passionate about(via maghrabiyya)
I will not say that I identify with the womanhood that has been enforced on me since the day I was born.
I do not identify with being silent
I do not identify with being pink
I do not identify with being soft
I do not identify with being scared
I do not identify with being weak
I do not identify with being submissive
I do not identify with being irrational
I do not identify with being hysterical
I do not identify with being bad at maths
I do not identify with being unintelligent
I do not identify with being followed
I do not identify with being grabbed
I do not identify with being assaulted
I do not identify with being raped
I do not identify with being inferior
I do not identify with being a woman as society has created it.
I do not identify as cis. I am not cis. I am a woman trying to fight with every fibre of my being against everything that my “gender identity” tells me to be. Woman as defined by society is not my gender identity. My gender identity is fuck this oppressive bullshit, and let me be a human fucking being.
I don’t identify as woman. I am a woman. Gender is a control tactic enforced by male supremacy.(via thentheysaidburnher)
You can tell a girl she’s smart her whole life, encourage her in school, buy her a chemistry set, send her to math camp, help her apply for college scholarships in STEM fields, and she’s still eventually going to walk into a classroom, a lab, or a job interview and have some man dismiss her existence, deny her funding, pass her over for a promotion, or take credit for her work. How about you work on getting those assholes out of power and quit telling me not to call girls pretty.
"Image Credit: Carol Rossetti
When Brazilian graphic designer Carol Rossetti began posting colorful illustrations of women and their stories to Facebook, she had no idea how popular they would become.
Thousands of shares throughout the world later, the appeal of Rosetti’s work is clear. Much like the street art phenomenon Stop Telling Women To Smile, Rossetti’s empowering images are the kind you want to post on every street corner, as both a reminder and affirmation of women’s bodily autonomy.
"It has always bothered me, the world’s attempts to control women’s bodies, behavior and identities," Rossetti told Mic via email. "It’s a kind of oppression so deeply entangled in our culture that most people don’t even see it’s there, and how cruel it can be."
Rossetti’s illustrations touch upon an impressive range of intersectional topics, including LGBTQ identity, body image, ageism, racism, sexism and ableism. Some characters are based on the experiences of friends or her own life, while others draw inspiration from the stories many women have shared across the Internet.
"I see those situations I portray every day," she wrote. "I lived some of them myself."
Despite quickly garnering thousands of enthusiastic comments and shares on Facebook, the project started as something personal — so personal, in fact, that Rossetti is still figuring out what to call it. For now, the images reside in albums simply titled “WOMEN in english!" or "Mujeres en español!" which is fitting: Rossetti’s illustrations encompass a vast set of experiences that together create a powerful picture of both women’s identity and oppression.
One of the most interesting aspects of the project is the way it has struck such a global chord. Rossetti originally wrote the text of the illustrations in Portuguese, and then worked with an Australian woman to translate them to English. A group of Israeli feminists also took it upon themselves to create versions of the illustrations in Hebrew. Now, more people have reached out to Rossetti through Facebook and offered to translate her work into even more languages. Next on the docket? Spanish, Russian, German and Lithuanian.
It’s an inspiring show of global solidarity, but the message of Rossetti’s art is clear in any language. Above all, her images celebrate being true to oneself, respecting others and questioning what society tells us is acceptable or beautiful.
"I can’t change the world by myself," Rossetti said. "But I’d love to know that my work made people review their privileges and be more open to understanding and respecting one another."”
From the site: All images courtesy Carol Rossetti and used with permission. You can find more illustrations, as well as more languages, on her Facebook page.
“Keep Abortion Rare” is a pretty common phrase in the political and cultural conversation around abortion.
And it isn’t just coming from anti-choice folks – more often, it’s actually coming from the pro-choice side.
Declared proudly by former President Clinton and repeated by “pro-choice” politicians over the last decade, the phrase often accompanies a plea to keep abortion legal.
You’ll see it on signs and banners at an abortion rally, with the phrase: “Keep Abortion Safe, Legal, and Rare.”
This sentiment is often championed and portrayed as “something we can all agree on.” But is it really a desire we have, let alone one that we should be making heard?
Is it even right? How does this kind of logic affect the abortion movement and all those who seek abortions?1. We Can’t ‘Keep Abortion Rare’ Because It Isn’t
Abortion isn’t rare.
1-in-3 women in the United States will have had an abortion by the time she is 45.
This is an experience that a lot of people have had, and it’s far more common than many of us are willing to admit. Thanks to that big awful bubble of stigma, many of us just keep our stories locked up and hidden away in shame.
One of the worst lies we can tell about abortion is that no one is having them.
This only serves to make those who have had, or are considering, an abortion feel that much more alienated and alone. So let’s be honest about it.
Read more about how dominant narratives around abortion are based in shame, stigma, and silence in my article here.
Peter Joseph on structural violence, from this video.
Message for the day