It is in this greater context of sexual exploitation where the dehumanization of black and brown women has become standard in commercial hip hop. The “Birthday Song” is simply one example. There are countless others.
Tonight, right now, over two thousand infuriated Irishmen and Women have gathered outside the Dáil in protest over the death of Savita Halappanavar, who died of septicaemia in Galway University Hospital after she had a miscarriage. They protest over our governements failure to legislate for the X Case.
This was a protest organised over a matter of hours. The response has been overwhelming.
Ireland needs a change. All these people are there to voice this chance.
We Are All Savita Halappanavar: Catholic Hospital in Ireland Denies Woman Life-Saving Abortion
(via thenewwomensmovement)
Power to all types of feminists (with hijab or not) against all types or patriarchy!
Ready to kick patriarchal butt!
zuky:
“When I was little, people would come up to me and do karate chops and say, ‘Oh, you’re Chinese, you must know karate.’ I hated that.”
In defiance of childhood taunts, Liu took up karate, Thai boxing and kali-escrima pentjak silat (knife and stick fighting). “So,” she says, “if someone asks me if I know karate, I can say, ‘Yeah, I do, and I can kick your ass.’“
I like that story. I had a similar attitude growing up. I got in so many racist fights in elementary school that I knew I had to train, it wasn’t even a decision for me, life kind of made that decision for me. In high school, I would be at some keg party and some white boy would start making the Bruce Lee noises with the karate hands, and I would just throw a stiff jab on the nose or chin and the whole mood of the party would get serious and intense. Some people would inevitably be like “why did you do that! you asshole!” and I wouldn’t even explain, because if you were there you knew that I wasn’t the one who opened that door, all I did was step through the door that some other asshole opened. You can’t stand in front of me making racist fight noises and gestures unless you want to go there. All I’m doing is drinking my beer in peace until you do that. If you don’t want to go there, don’t do it. It’s incredibly simple.
(via thenewwomensmovement)
I saw a sexy BODY BAG costume this year. Just…what? no.
Elvin: Sorry, Mrs. Huxtable, I didn’t know you did that kind of thing.
Clair: What kind of thing?
Elvin: Serve.
Clair: Serve? Serve whom?
Elvin: Serve him. [referring to Cliff]
Clair: Ohhh, serve him? As in serve my man?
(via seriouslyamerica)
Grace,
I wanted to write to tell you how grateful I am for the opportunity to
participate in Project Unbreakable and talk with you and Yvonne and
everyone on your crew who’s helping you with this project.
That day, I focused on “What can I give back about my experiences
being raped, to this community of men and women, and this outpouring
of reality that has helped me come to terms with being a survivor of
sexual abuse. A survivor. Not a victim.”
There are a lot of things I didn’t say, that I couldn’t say at the
time about what my abuser would tell me that was all designed and
aimed at normalizing the sexual abuse. Like I’d asked for it. Like he
was doing me a favor. Always framed in a way that, even though I was
begging for the abuse to stop, I felt ashamed and responsible, because
at 14, I could never find a form of “No,” that he would listen to.
“I like the idea that when you’re old enough to date, you’ll be ahead
of all the boys.”
“I am a sex god.”
“You’re a natural at this.”
“I wish you visited more often… I don’t recognize your clothes anymore.”
Instead of focusing on my abuser, I focused on how my family responded
to the abuse, because so much of the fear of the stigma of sexual
abuse is related to what others will say when you tell them you were
raped. And that fear and shame is what keeps survivors from
disclosing. The amazing thing about Project Unbreakable is you and
everyone you photograph are creating a community where it’s safe to
disclose — not just to safe friends, but disclose to our culture at
large. Because you are giving survivors a forum to speak and creating
this compendium of the uncomfortable reality of abuse, you are also
giving everyone else a glimpse into the fundamental nature of sexual
abuse and the the overwhelming prevalence of rape in our culture. The
national dialog about rape and what the average person knows about the
kind of people rape, or what rape even looks like, is abysmal — and I
think it’s abysmal because of honest ignorance. No one enjoys
difficult topics, so they turn a blind eye. But one photograph at a
time, one survivor at a time, Project Unbreakable is changing that.
The “Old Way” built this wall of silence and stigma around sexual
abuse, so every survivor suffered alone. Project Unbreakable is
changing that. You’re bringing us together.
When I first saw Project Unbreakable, my stomach dropped and I
thought, “Oh God, I’m not the only one.” And, months later, when I
picked up a marker to expose what I’d been through, it hurt so much
that I thought I might die. But I survived. And since then, for the
first time in 16 years, I feel entirely like myself. Nothing anyone
says to me, ever again, can ever take that away.
Thank you so much.
Please take care.—
Photographed in Boston, MA on April 25th.
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As a feminist who enjoys a lot of genres that aren’t usually lady-friendly, it always irks me when people claim they have strong, feminist characters in their stories, but in reality they’re neither of those things. Sometimes a character’s qualities are debatable, but I wanted to make a list of…
[image description: photograph of a graffitied wall and a person holding a sign next to it; the graffitied text reads “MI MAMA ME ENSENO A LUCHAR”; text on the sign reads “MI MAMA TAMBIEN!”]
woman warriors, are the best warriors.
very grateful to have been raised by one of the best.Graffiti on wall: My mom taught me to fight
Poster: My mom also!
Translation by Google
(via lipstick-feminists)