"Stop ruining fandoms with feminism!"
Dragons are henceforth a feminist icon. You’re no longer allowed to participate in the appreciation of dragons and dragons in culture unless you’re totally down for helping the equality movement.
Anti-feminist blogs are mad about this post so everyone should reblog it.
I saved this image off Tumblr awhile ago and I never thought I’d find another use for it
I was feeling profoundly depressed about the UCSB shootings and equally depressed about the number of men who just don’t get why women are horribly upset and scared by this. Then I found the #YesallWomen hashtag on twitter and it helped.
Because, well, yes. Not all men are predators. But every woman you know has had experience with men who are. Every woman. Me. Your mother. That lady in the upstairs apartment with the dog with the annoying clicky nails ALL NIGHT ALL DAMN NIGHT PUT BOOTS ON THAT THING.
All of us.
I’m not even talking about rape or threats of violence here, though of course that’s part of it. It’s not just being taught from an early age that we’re prey animals, and we always have to be ready to fight or flee. It’s that creepy fifty-something guy who tried to pick me up on a city bus when I was fourteen. The fellow writer who stared down my shirt after his third glass of wine. The mail carrier who pulled over to ask me out on a date, and when I told him I was married, argued with me. (Notice, I told him “I’m married,” not “That’s flattering, but no thank you.” Because belonging to another man is safer than saying no.) There was the airport shuttle driver who bugged me for my phone number all the way from Hartford to New York, until another passenger entered the van.
That wasn’t scary at all. Nuh uh.
I’m not saying that it’s always inappropriate to pay a compliment. I was never offended by the guy who stopped me in the supermarket to tell me I had pretty hair and carried myself well, and it brightened his day—because he so patently did not want anything from me. He was complimenting, not coming on.
We can tell the difference.
If we’re conventionally attractive, we’re abused when we refuse to cater to men—when we don’t want to be bothered when we’re reading on the train or give them our phone number if they stop us on the street. If we’re dyky or fat or old, we’re abused for being ugly lesbo bitches, which is to say, not fuckable. Because being fuckable is the only excuse a woman has to exist, to these dudes.
It makes me fucking tired. It makes a lot of women tired.
And what you’re hearing right now is a lot of tired women asking for a little fucking respect. If you haven’t behaved that way, well then. It’s not directed at you, is it?
If you have behaved that way?
Maybe this could be a learning experience, then.
To be honest, I hadn’t planned to write more about Wookieepedia’s page on breasts. I’m already on record as disapproving, twice. Outrage fatigue happens even to the outraged, and quite honestly I don’t have the temperament or patience to continue to explain Feminism 101 to this fandom.
But the page and one of the responses ended up on Tumblr – one of those areas of fandom where you do actually see female majorities in many circles – and I remembered why it’s important that we keep speaking out. Read more…
So I logged into the Wook and have been looking around (just looking, b/c if I’m not even allowed to edit my own userpage I doubt they’ll let any other edits stand, even if I stay well away from the breast crap) at some of the stuff I did back in ‘07, when I was an active user.
The fan fiction page? The one I did a ton of work on? Gone. Redirects to fanon now. One thing I was interested in was creating pages about fandom things (in the spirit of Fanlore, which wasn’t around back then) but it became increasingly clear that the community wasn’t at all interested in that sort of thing, and I just wasn’t up to fighting tooth-and-nail for it. So… I just stopped. Why bother? I had my own site to worry about, and I’ve never been particularly fond of fandoming under other people’s nonsensical rules.
It’s only gotten worse since then, clearly. The Wook is a wonderful site, in theory; pity that it seems to be run less from a place of common sense and basic empathy than one of ‘because we can.’
I am tired of being called a shrieking harridan for pointing out inequalities so tangible and blatant that they are regularly codified into law. I am tired of being told to provide documentation of inequality in the comments sections of a website where a staff of smart women documents inequality as fast as our fingers can move. Like, you might as well write me a note on a banana peel demanding that I prove to you that bananas exist. I am tired of being asked to “cite sources” proving that sexism is real (that RAPE is real, even!), because there is no way to concisely cite decades and decades of rigorous academia. Allow me to point at the fucking library. We can’t cite “everything,” and our challengers know that. It’s an insulting diversionary tactic, it’s an attempt to drag us all backwards, and fuck it. Do your own research like the rest of the grown-ups.
I think liberal women have a little thing called jealousy that makes them hate us conservative women so much ;)
Yes, because in the end, women only care about looks and all of our feelings and opinions are linked to how we “stack up” against other women.
Way to use the “jealous and shallow woman” trope to explain the differences between Conservative and Liberal women, rather than discussing the differences in ideologies and lifestyles. Because obviously we can absolutely NO good arguments against Conservative women other than “they’re prettier” (which, by the way, is subjective, and I’m pretty sure you could find as many attractive Liberal women as Conservative, but that really doesn’t matter when you’re trying to prove a moot point.)
But whatever. Have fun with that internalized misogyny :D
Reblogging for commentary, also, I really can’t stand the whole “a person’s appearance is somehow related to their worth” bullshit.
It’s shallow and childish.
While I agree that it’s ridiculous to use the looks of women* to try and attempt to say that one political ideology is better than the other, I’d like to point out that it’s really easy to say all of the women* on the left are ugly when you are using unphotoshopped, paparazzi-like pictures of them. The pictures of the women* on the right are mostly professional headshots. None of them are looking down at notes (like Hilary Clinton could be) or talking on their cell phone in the middle of a public street (like Albright). All of those pictures on the right are professionally done and the headshots are photoshopped (the point of a fucking headshot is to make someone look good). Aside from this being a simply asinine comparison, it’s a completely unfair one, too. Let’s take a picture of you in poor lighting, from an unflattering angle, while you aren’t paying attention to the camera and then take one with your hair and make-up professionally done with soft lighting and photoshop and see which ones look better.
I can play that game, too:
Conservatism: totally pro-women! Unless you aren’t a conventionally attractive straight cis white woman. In that case, fuck you. Because your attractiveness is the only measure of your worth. Vote conservative!
And yeah, that’s totally why we hate conservative women. Because they’re so purrrrrty. Not because they’re trying to strip away our rights and reinforce the patriarchy, or because of inherent ideological differences. It’s just jealousy, because that’s all us bitches care about anyway. CATFIGHT!
#THIS THIS THIS #OH MY GOD YES #FEMINISM IS ABOUT CHOICE #FEMINISM IS ABOUT MAKING SURE EVERY PERSON OF EVERY GENDER IS FREE TO CHOOSE WHATEVER THEY WANT AND FEEL IS BEST #FOR THEIR BODIES THEIR JOBS THEIR RELATIONSHIPS ETC ETC ETC #WITHOUT BEING RIDICULED OR JUDGED OR BELITTLED OR HATED OR FETISHIZED OR DEMONIZED FOR THOSE CHOICES #A WOMAN IS FREE TO SHOW HER BODY BUT SHE IS ALSO FREE TO COVER IT UP WITHOUT BEING HOUNDED FOR SETTING FEMINISM BACK A HUNDRED YEARS #BECAUSE SHE ISN’T ACTUALLY DOING THAT
I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.