Posts tagged feminist
Posts tagged feminist
My biggest issue with “if you want equal rights, why can’t I hit you?” isn’t just that it normalizes violence and puts an unsettling focus on the ability to continue being violent to women, but that its completely wipes out consent from the equation. People like to argue that men hit one another from time to time during fights, but fail to recognize that fights are, typically, consensual. And when they’re not, they’re more frowned upon than a consensual fight. You’re literally confused that women don’t want to be struck suddenly, without even the slightest awareness that the situation was going to get violent? Really? As if women aren’t already disproportionately victims of violent crime, but hitting a woman because you’re angry with her is not the same is an escalated conflict with another man (or anyone, really) in which the person was preparing for or had an inkling that violence might ensue. The concern with being allowed to hit women doesn’t come from a deep fear or a potential necessity for self-defense. It comes from a desire to make violence against women consumable. And that’s disturbing.
Here’s the thing: Women not wanting to be around men is not misandry. If there’s any hint of seriousness in the statement, it’s typically supported by instances — isolated or lifelong — where men have hurt, violated, humiliated her and/or otherwise made her uncomfortable. Not because “boys r dum” or because they play video games or behave in some way that’s annoying.
This is what makes the reverse, “If I said I didn’t want to be around women, I’d be a sexist!” inherently ludicrous. Because if a man said a woman violated him or humiliated him in a way that made him feel stripped of his humanity, the general feminist population will — or at least should — be sympathetic. Trauma can be incredibly difficult to deal with, and everyone’s needs should be respected while they are recovering. The problem with the reverse is that the men who spout off about this aren’t implying that they should avoid women to avoid feeling triggered or otherwise pained. It’s because they don’t want women in their spaces because they are not on par with their standards, they are a nuisance and they do not feel they owe them that basic respect of allowing them to exist among them.
Sorry, being rejected by someone you were “in love with” or thinking women don’t understand you is not trauma. It is not sufficient enough reason to eschew womanhood and suggest that women sit behind some boundary when they are around you. And if you consider any of that trifling nonsense to be trauma, well — whose got the victim complex now?
Male opinions on how women should comport and present themselves are literally the last thing I care about. Even less than dog shit and roaches. I’d sooner campaign to save the subway rats before giving half a damn of what a man thinks of me. Fuck you, I don’t exist to please you. And at least rats can be cuddly.
You know what I’m getting so sick of? People acting like at a certain age, feminist women join a covenant of raging harpies bent on destroying the male population. I’m over people treating feminism like it’s a space where arrogant, whiny, irrelevant, unintelligent women go to feel wanted by seeking to destroy others.
I didn’t need feminism to teach what the fuck was wrong with the world.
In fact, I didn’t realize there was still an active, loud feminist movement in this country (and worldwide) until I was 17. Society does not fucking teach feminism. Society doesn’t try to steer women and girls off the path of righteousness by encouraging feminism. People become feminists because they saw the world for its shit a long time ago. Children are not stupid, you guys. If you perpetually put young girls in unsafe environments (or claim that any environment they find themselves in is inherently unsafe for them), they will find out about feminism. And they will mobilize. So if you make it your mission to throw dirt on feminists, you’re just fueling that inner 11-year-old who got her hair pulled by boys who thought she was ugly for having small breasts or not feminine enough or too ________ for a girl.
Feminism doesn’t teach us what’s wrong with the world, though sometimes it paints a better picture. Feminism teaches us how to act on the unfairness. The need for feminism starts young, m’dears. Feminism is not enlightenment. And when people realize it has been kept secret from them all those years in required schooling, they just get madder. Feminism is what people do when they realize our society’s conception of gender is fucked and that there is something they can do about it. I didn’t declare myself a feminist because I was bored or feeling particularly unattractive one day. I am a feminist because I realized all the shit that made me angry as a kid was an actual problem with the WORLD, not just “part of growing up.”
FEMINISM: The Musical.
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We’ve got another one, Tumblr feminists. This blog just popped up yesterday and encourages horrific violence and hatred toward women because they “have the audacity to disrespect men after all (they’ve) given (us).”
Please be careful when clicking as he uses terrible gendered slurs and gifs of men hitting women and making them cry during sex. Get this POS off of Tumblr to stop him from perpetuating this sick mentality—nip him at the bud before he makes it a point to start harassing or triggering women.
I’m wearing my feminist hoodie today.
Seriously. That’s not an expression. I’m really wearing my feminist hoodie today:
And I’m not talking about the people who say “feminists can’t take a joke.” Those jerks are reserved for another post.
I’m talking about the people who go on feminism blogs to harass them and complain that they aren’t being entertaining. It’s usually when someone makes a post or starts a blog that tackles sexism by being sarcastic, using unconventional images (say, a 50s housewife or a Barbie doll making an angry comment about sexism) or by trying to make a joke about the offender’s stupidity that these troglodytes come out of the woodwork. This means the poster is now being harassed by people saying: “I wish you were funny” or “Try harder to make a joke next time” or, my favorite, “I WOULD like this blog if it were actually funny.”
Because that was our primary goal in our post that is calling out sexism—to be funny. To amuse you. It’s not like sexism is a serious issue, right? Discussion is worthless unless someone is laughing, isn’t it?
Get real, guys. Feminists aren’t here to amuse you. We’re not here to educate you. If we do decide to educate you, we’re not required to do it in a way that’s safe or fun for you. We are not here to make you comfortable.
Feminists, can I get a group facepalm going?