“Racism is not in your intent. Your intent is immaterial in how racist your actions are. This isn’t about you BEING a racist. It’s about you DOING A THING that is racist. Your intent doesn’t change it. Your ignorance of its meaning doesn’t change it. It’s got nothing to do with you as a person and everything to do with the meaning of your action in the context of sociocultural history.”— moniquill (on red face & cultural appropriation)
This is the story of a racist myth that began with a light-hearted letter to the New England Journal of Medicine in 1968 and subsequently exploded in North American culture — in direct opposition to every shred of scientific evidence — becoming so prevalent that credulous eaters buy into it to…
This is really interesting (and depressing.) Its amazing how much racism just passes quietly through my everyday existence… had it not been for this article, I never would have even considered delving into what MSG is, why we think its bad for us, if it actually is bad for us…
I thought it was time to give some thought to what the Doctor-assistant relationship is, what function the assistant has on the show, how Doctor Who distributes personal qualities by gender, and why I now hate this lovely show that I used to love.
Damn, this rings true and it breaks my (1) heart.
“[in Moffat’s Who] the woman is not of interest for her character or her abilities, but for some fundamental mystery in her being. The mystery isn’t even a secret she’s keeping, something over which she has control- it’s something she does not know about, that the Doctor must puzzle out in his own mind. It’s not about her- it’s about what’s wrong with her. When Steven Moffat took over Doctor Who, women became a problem.”
I love this article.
“I can’t imagine Matt Smith’s Doctor loving someone any more than I can imagine Steven Moffat having done something to deserve access to clean air and water”
“I think with RTD vs. Moffat, it’s like the difference between someone who has just never really thought about how sexist he is vs. someone who doesn’t give a fuck because he’s certain all women *are* like this. All of RTDs women are capable of saving the world, and often do, entirely on their own steam; its the in-between moments where he makes them excitable about weddings and how cute David Tennant is. For Moffat women, the weddings and attractive Doctor are the point; saving the universe is just a distraction.”
“Under Moffat’s watch the Doctor has morphed from an alien who loves humans and feels their pain and experiences love and desire and empathy to a stunted, child-like and extremely bloody irritating space-goon who flaps about like an injured moth when other people’s emotions are making him uncomfortable. And makes sexist jokes about how women are scary. And wants his married companions to sleep in bunk beds. And can save human lives but does not seem to understand human feelings. Who would travel with this man? He might be zany and charming and have nice boots, but he is fundamentally cold and unrelatable.”
This is the (super eloquently stated) reason for SO MUCH of my recent frustration with this show that I came into loving SO MUCH that certain episodes could easily make me sob. Now? Meh.
I want to start off by saying thank you. I appreciate the time you took to reach out to me, because I know you’re incredibly busy. I know there are much more important people in this world than myself, so I appreciate you engaging in dialogue with me and my colleague Kelleigh…
This is beautifully written and so necessary… thank you.
“In fact, in recent years I have become more and more didactic about pubic hair - to the point where I now believe that there are only four things a grown, modern woman should have: a pair of yellow shoes (they unexpectedly go with everything), a friend who will come and post bail at 4am, a failsafe pie recipe, and a proper muff. A big hairy minge. A lovely furry moof that looks - when she sits, naked - as if she has a marmoset sitting in her lap. A tame marmoset, that she can send off to pickpocket things, should she so need it - like that trained monkey in Raiders of the Lost Ark.”—Caitlin Moran - How to Be a Woman (via agentlemanbastard)
White women CAN NOT be womanists. You all have feminism, radical feminism, etc.—all your own movements where WOC are not included.
Womanism was created by WOC FOR WOC ONLY.
Quit sticking your asses fucking everywhere and stick to your own shit.
And any WOC that needs to “allow” white women to call themselves womanists need to fucking check themselves before they can speak for all WOC because hell fucking no would I want a white woman in OUR movement.
I am so annoyed I made a run on sentence.
I am white. I’ve been annoyed at Feminism for a while about how exclusionary and downright refusing-to-listen the movement as a whole is when it comes to people of color, and people with disabilities, and so on. And I think it is important that I stay a feminist - because instead of fleeing something imperfect and jumping on something that’s not for me (which hurts the very people whose lives and feelings I am seeking to protect in distancing myself from feminism), I’d rather eat at it from the inside. I am feminist cancer. Enjoy.
You are the first and only white feminist who makes sense in this thread.
I keep getting white women calling womanism ignorant and exclusionary and overall huffing and puffing just because they aren’t included. As predicted. This is why I feel justified in my feelings of why they shouldn’t be included since they have no idea womanism is and don’t realize it’s in response to feminism.
That’s a real fail on your part, white feminists, for only ONE to actually make some damn sense in fixing their movement rather than feeling entitled to move into another group of women’s movement.
I just want to second the white feminist in this post. As a white feminist, I know that it is my responsibility to change the feminist movement to be more intersectional when it comes to many things, especially race. It is NOT my place to appropriate a movement of, by, and for women of color.
OMG Trav and I just watched that one the other night! He keeps playing the video of the kid talking when its dark & I’m not paying attention… its pure EVIL. That episode was almost too scary for me to watch……
Exactly. I feel the same way… though the voices still creep me out, even after having seen the end. Are you watching in order too? We just got to Season 2!
Hi tumblr! I just relocated - from NJ to Western Massachusetts - leaving my awesome network of feminist friends about three hours away. I’ve been finding a lot of info about social justice groups and clubs for students, but I am not one anymore (at least until I get into a Master’s program.) Anyone know where the feminists hang out around here? Any Western MA tumblers looking for a new friend? Send me a message/ask/whatever if you feel like it!
In America, you can be white and commit heinous crimes—lighting up a movie theater, or Sikh temple; mass shootings at a workplace—and you will more than likely be considered mentally ill. Media outlets will work diligently to elaborate your story; your upbringing, childhood traumas.
You will always be sympathized and looked at as a person who wasn’t helped in time.
“Not being racist is not some default starting position. You don’t simply get to say you’re not a racist; not being racist — or a sexist or a homophobe — is a constant, arduous process of unlearning, of being uncomfortable, of eating crow and being humbled and re-evaluating. It’s probably hard to start that process if you’ve been told that every thought you have is golden and should be given voice, and that people who are offended by what you say are hypersensitive simpletons.”—PostBourgie (via sugaryumyum, meow-sense) (via fatbodypolitics)
When I do book signings, most of my line is made up of young girls with their mothers, teen girls alone, and mother friend groups. But there’s usually at least one boy with a stack of my books. This boy is anywhere from 8-19, he’s carrying a worn stack of the Books of Bayern, and he’s excited and unashamed to be a fan of those books. As I talk to him, 95% of the time I learn this fact: he is home schooled.
There’s something that happens to our boys in school. Maybe it’s because they’re around so many other boys, and the pressure to be a boy is high. They’re looking around at each other, trying to figure out what it means to be a boy—and often their conclusion is to be “not a girl.” Whatever a girl is, they must be the opposite. So a book written by a girl? With a girl on the cover? Not something a boy should be caught reading.
But something else happens in school too. Without even meaning to perhaps, the adults in the boy’s life are nudging the boy away from “girl” books to “boy” books. When I go on tour and do school visits, sometimes the school will take the girls out of class for my assembly and not invite the boys. I talk about reading and how to fall in love with reading. I talk about storytelling and how to start your own story. I talk about things that aren’t gender-exclusive. But because I’m a girl and there are girls on my covers, often I’m deemed a girl-only author. I wonder, when a boy author goes to those schools with their books with boys on the covers, are the girls left behind? I want to question this practice. Even if no boy ever really would like one of my books, by not inviting them, we’re reinforcing the wrong and often-damaging notion that there’s girls-only stuff and you aren’t allowed to like it.
I hear from teachers that when they read Princess Academy in class (by far the most girlie-sounding of all my books) that the boys initially protest but in the end like it as much as the girls, or as one teacher told me recently, “the boys were even bigger fans than the girls.”
Another staple in my signing line is the family. The mom and daughters get their books signed, and the mom confides in me, “My son reads your books on the sly” or “My son loves your books too but he’s embarrassed to admit it.” Why are they embarrassed? Because we’ve made them that way. We’ve told them in subtle ways that, in order to be a real boy, to be manly, they can’t like anything girls like.
Though sometimes those instructions aren’t subtle at all. Recently at a signing, a family had all my books. The mom had me sign one of them for each of her children. A 10-year-old boy lurked in the back. I’d signed some for all the daughters and there were more books, so I asked the boy, “Would you like me to sign one to you?” The mom said, “Yeah, Isaac, do you want her to put your name in a girl book?” and the sisters all giggled.
As you can imagine, Isaac said no.
In 6th grade we were assigned a book report in class: the boys were to read Enders Game and the girls something about a midwife. I read both, enjoyed Enders Game much more and ended up being the only girl in the class to do a report on the “boy book” after talking to the teacher. (After my report several girls in the class choose Ender’s Game as their independent reading for the class!) My family remembers this story as cute and always empowered me to act as a “tomboy” when I wanted to - I think a lot of girls are treated this way now.
Its sad that boys aren’t often afforded the same small freedoms to explore gender, even at a young age. I often wonder how many boys in my class would’ve preferred the book about the midwife - if they’d only felt free enough to make that choice.
Today, tumblr has exploded in opposition to Victoria Foyt’s novel “Revealing Eden,” the first book in her Save the Pearls series. This outpouring of intellectual criticism is great! Follow the “Save the Pearls” tag and you’ll found a huge collection of people who have written up poignant and…
When debating rape jokes it can be very tempting to jump to the ultimatum: jokes about rape are NEVER funny. Period.
Jokes about rape are SOMETIMES funny. (I say this as a crisis counselor and a survivor of sexual assault.) What makes a joke about rape funny is the same thing that makes any sort of joke about a difficult topic funny: the direction of the joke. If the joke is making fun of rapists, or people who support rape culture it can be a sharp and powerful tool to fight rape while also making people laugh.
If the butt of the joke is the survivor of assault, on the other hand? Not funny. Not ever.
I don’t usually self-promote here, but in light of the recent Daniel Tosh rape joke bullshit a blog post I wrote awhile back seems VERY relevant once again: