“…she stopped paying close attention to his words and when at red lights, examined the rain drops spattering on the windshield so intently that she almost stared right through them. Each drop seemed stuck on the glass, until another drop landed on it and they rolled down the window together, ending in a climactic splash.”
Sara: College class of 2012 (English major, Gender and Sexuality Studies minor), looking for work/applying to grad school, writer, clarinetist.
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12.Are you mad at someone right now?
Not especially, no. I have some frustrations, but I’m not feeling any specific anger at the moment.
14.What makes you laugh no matter what?
- I have a friend who took Spanish in high school and hasn’t studied it since and is now (along with me) about a year out of college. My favorite game is to pull up a wikipedia article in Spanish and then get him to try to translate it into English. I could do this for hours and my stomach would be extra buff from the laughter.
- I have a friend who unexpectedly cracks up at either things I’ve said that I thought were sort of funny in my head but never imagined would get much of a reaction from someone else or at silly things in the world, like the president’s dog’s name in a crossword looking like BOOBAMA. And her cracking up is utterly infectious and lovely.
- I’m ticklish as fuck.
- The Lauren Cooper sketch with David Tennant. [x]
- Uh…that’s all I can think of right this second.
Judith Butler is amazing.
That is all.
The Smiths - There Is a Light That Never Goes Out
Will always make me think of this article:
…the L.A. based dyke performance quartet, Butchlalis de Panochtitlan (BdP) explore[s] both the conflicts among, and the peculiar symbiosis between Latina/Latino culture and the alternative music and club scenes of Los Angeles and its suburban peripheries. Their piece DRRRTY White Girls for example, features (in BdP head honcho Raquel Gutierrezs own words), Two East L.A. butches who happen to be aging KROQ flashback party jotas still bumpin the Smiths [and] wearing Morrissey t-shirts. For Gutierrez, Morrissey somehow invokes with his own outsider status, a version of Los Angeles spiritually significant to queer Latinas and Latinosfrom City Terrace to Whittier, Pico Rivera to Lynwood, Long Beach to Maywood and thru the 5/10/101/60 FWY interchanges…
While we could certainly read the symbiosis between Latinos and Morrissey, between queers of color and Anglophilic indie rock in general, within the rich and endlessly relevant paradigm of disidentification dreamt to life by José Muñoz, this paper proposes to read this encounter between ostensibly white subcultural formations and queer of color communities alongside narratives of spatial re-negotiation in the wake of the queer and creative class gentrification of urban areas, particularly Los Angeles and its suburban peripheries. The local migrations driven by the southern California real estate market, and exacerbated by an increased appetite for alternative nightlife spaces amongst white creative classers or urban pioneers, consistently displace and re-demographize not only the city, but also its suburbs Driving in your car oh please dont drop me home, because its not my home, its their home and Im welcome no more (The Smiths, There is a Light that Never Goes Out.) What are new circuits of sociability and conflict that cohere along the lines of race, space and sexuality? What transitions and trans American flows vis a vis a queer Latinidad are rendered in the browning and queering of the So. Cal suburbs? And what movements political, aesthetic and otherwise are engendered by the traffic among communities to and from places that aren’t meant for them, that no longer belong to us?
There are more charts if you click through.
I’m so glad this info graphic is going around, because so many people don’t realize how ageism and misogyny play hand in hand and how the sexualization of young girls play into this.
Sometimes we must turn to other languages to find le mot juste. Here are a whole bunch of foreign words with no direct English equivalent.
1. Kummerspeck (German)
Excess weight gained from emotional overeating. Literally, grief bacon.
2. Shemomedjamo (Georgian)
You know when you’re…
Know Your IX aims to educate every college student in the U.S. about his or her rights under Title IX by the start of the next academic term.
In 1972, Title IX of the Education Amendments prohibited sex-based discrimination in schools, guaranteeing students essential and extensive rights to freedom from sexual violence necessary for equal access to education. In 2011, Vice President Biden clarified the standards to which higher education institutions must adhere, including specific guidelines for addressing reports of sexual misconduct.
Yet too many colleges today are failing to fulfill their legal and ethical obligations. In the past year, sexual violence survivors have shared their experiences of administrative neglect, disregard, and abuse at institutions including Amherst College, the University of North Carolina Chapel Hill, Yale University, Occidental College, Northwestern University, and Rice University. Their experiences are not unique but representative of sexually hostile campus environments across the country.
We believe it is time for change. Let’s make next semester better than this one.
I swear a lot. In writing, if not so much in speech (but, fuck it, also a lot of times in speech). Swearing is awesome, because it adds a little extra punch to your sentence that lets people know you mean business! Or, at least, I guess that’s how most people characterize the function of swearing. Personally, I don’t really give a shit. That “punch” is meaningless—it’s a construct—I swear this much because I like to push back against outdated, constrictive, distracting forms of propriety that I don’t believe in. When people bitch at me about swearing in articles about grievous, mind-boggling, viscerally enraging hypocrisies and human rights violations—that’s what’s interesting to me. That tension, that decision to prioritize meaningless bullshit over tangible real-world harm. Fuck you, and fuck your delicate sensibilities.
Also have this interesting tidbit she quotes from another piece, for free:
When swearwords don’t become more equal-opportunity, they often begin to be used solely for women — Geoffrey Hughes calls this the “feminization of ambisexual terms.” Words such as scold, shrew, termagent, witch, harlot, bawd, and tramp were all at one point in their histories terms for men; furthermore, the terms were usually neutral and sometimes even adulatory. Scold, for example, comes from the Old Norse word for “poet.” When these terms were feminized, they perjorated, going from neutral or positive to insulting. Bugger bucks this trend, too, going from a word used of men and women equally to an insulting term reserved almost exclusively for men.
All bolding added by me.
Susannah Wellford Shakow and Jessica N. Grounds of Running Start discussing the importance of women in politics, why it’s important to get young women interested in running for office, and Running Start’s 7th Annual Women to Watch Awards.
This post is kind of long, but IT IS WAY SHORTER THAN THE ORIGINAL ARTICLE! And even though I think the original article is so, SO worth reading in its entirety, I’m only putting forth the parts that especially stood out to me, and this shit is so. freaking. important.
Plus, I promise to break things up with awesome gifs, ok?
…Even just presuming we can talk about comedy gets women ripped to shreds by territorial dudes desperate to defend their authority over what’s funny. “Jokes” about rape and gendered violence are treated like an inevitability instead of a choice; like they’re beyond questioning; like they’re somehow equally sacred alongside women’s actual humanity and physical sanctity. When women complain,however civilly, they’re met with condescension, dismissal, and the tacit (or, often, explicit) message that this is not yours, you are not welcome here. It’s fucked up, you guys. And I’m saying that as a friend with the best intentions.
And I want to try and convey to you, broadly, how you are hurting women and hurting your own art form, and how easy it would be to stop. Because right now you’re coming across like a bunch of entitled babies terrified of a few girls in your clubhouse—demanding that women be thick-skinned about their own rapes while you’re too thin-skinned to handle even mild criticism. It’s embarrassing.
Molly Knefel has an impeccable piece in Salon today about the disparity between male comics’ reactions to rape and their reactions to other types of violence…Knefel, of course, is currently being lambasted by aggrieved male comedians. So aggrieved, you guys! Always so aggrieved! But why? What did she really say that’s so outrageous? That the oft-silenced victims of sexual assault and domestic violence (which includes men and boys, by the way) deserve as much respect and care as the victims of gun violence? If basic compassion is such anathema to you, but only when it comes to “women’s issues”—if you’re determined to go down with the Good Ship Rape—then you have issues with women. And that’s not women’s fault—it’s yours.
If you just don’t care, that’s fine—that’s your choice—but understand this: I know you think you’re being transgressive and edgy and bad-in-the-cool-way when you are careless with the trauma of strangers, but you’re not. You are being conservative. You are a conservative comedian. You are moving your art form backwards, you are a bully (a bully who has likely experienced bullying himself, which is the worst kind), and you are propping up the status quo in the most boring way possible. If that’s what you want, at least have the grace to own it.
But you do have to live with the consequences of what you say, and how your words color people’s perceptions of what kind of human being you are. If you do nothing but shower your audiences with hate and garbage, they’re going to start thinking of you as a hate and garbage machine.
Now. You can talk about controversial subjects—in fact, you should talk about controversial subjects, because comedy is an incredibly powerful subversive tool—but if you want people like me to stop bitching at you (a dream we share, I promise!), you need to stop using your comedy to make those things worse. You don’t have to make things better—you are under no obligation to save the world—but if you are actively making things worse for people, especially when you are not a member of the group whose existence you are worsening, don’t be surprised when people complain.
[listing common counterarguments]
3. But it’s just a joke. Calm down.
Yeah, dude, but this shit isn’t magic. It’s not a game. It’s not like you get to declare the comedy stage “base” and the rest of the world “hot lava” (spewing from the vaginas of feminazi gargoyles, I’m sure) and everything you say on the stage exists in some sacred loophole that’s exempt from criticism and the expectation of hard work. Rape, domestic violence, brutalization, marginalization, the struggle to make yourself heard—all of this shit is REAL to a lot of people. They’re not cute little thought experiments for you to mess around with without pushback. You can lie to yourself all you want, but if you say something awful to somebody in the course of your regular day, it is exactly the same as if you say it on stage. If anything, its emotional impact is magnified.
And anyway, anyone who says “but it’s just a joke” has never had their life profoundly changed by a joke.
7. Stop silencing me.
Please. You are not being silenced. There is no “thought police.” Your freedom of speech is firmly intact. You are a member of the single most powerful political bloc on earth. Your voices and your perspectives saturate nearly all media. You are fine. We are just having a conversation about your art, and your art is what you care about the most, right? Right?
I know I just wrote 8 trillion fucking words about it, but really, this whole mess is simple. You get to choose what kind of a person you want to be. Do you want to cause pain or release tension? Do you want to be careful or careless? Do you want to confront hard things or take easy outs? Do you want to connect with other human beings about the shared horrors of the world or do you want to feed into a culture that perpetuates those horrors? You can do whatever you want, but you can’t stop me and everyone else who hears you from telling you when you’re full of shit. Comedy isn’t yours. It’s ours.
“As I left the hotel and my husband went to the ballroom for the dinner, I realized he still had my keys. I approached the escalators that led down to the ballroom and asked the externally contracted security representatives if I could go down. They abruptly responded, ‘You can’t go down without a ticket.’ I explained my situation and that I just wanted my keys from my husband in the foyer and that I wouldn’t need to enter in the ballroom. They refused to let me through. For the next half hour, they watched as I frantically called my husband but was unable to reach him.
Then something remarkable happened. I watched as they let countless other women through — all Caucasian — without even asking to see their tickets. I asked why they were allowing them to go freely when they had just told me that I needed a ticket. Their response? ‘Well, now we are checking tickets.’ He rolled his eyes and let another woman through, this time actually checking her ticket. His smug tone, enveloped in condescension, taunted, ‘See? That’s what a ticket looks like.’
When I asked ‘Why did you lie to me, sir?’ they threatened to have the Secret Service throw me out of the building — me, a 4’11” young woman who weighs 100 pounds soaking wet, who was all prettied up in elegant formal dress, who was simply trying to reach her husband. The only thing on me that could possibly inflict harm were my dainty silver stilettos, and they were too busy inflicting pain on my feet at the moment. My suspicion was confirmed when I saw the men ask a blonde woman for her ticket and she replied, ‘I lost it.’ The snickering tough-guy responded, ‘I’d be happy to personally escort you down the escalators ma’am.’
Like a malignancy, it had crept in when I least expected it — this repugnant, infectious bigotry we have become so accustomed to. ‘White privilege’ was on display, palpable to passersby who consoled me. I’ve come to expect this repulsive racism in many aspects of my life, but when I find it entrenched in these smaller encounters is when salt is sprinkled deep into the wounds. In these crystallizing moments it is clear that while I might see myself as just another all-American gal who has great affection for this country, others see me as something less than human, more now than ever before.
When I asked why the security representatives offered to personally escort white women without tickets downstairs while they watched me flounder, why they threatened to call the Secret Service on me, I was told, ‘We have to be extra careful with you all after the Boston bombings.’”
- Seema Jilani: My Racist Encounter at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner [emphasis added]
- Role models are important. This isn’t even a remotely controversial fact, just a conveniently ignored one. In terms of leadership, a study released, also this month, documented how significant even just seeing a woman in power is to inspiring self-confidence in other women. Our traditions, media, education system and language, if left unexamined and unchanged, will continue to teach our children that only men, usually straight, white ones, can lead and make decisions on behalf of everyone else. That’s who “gets” to lead.
- Take public life alone: in the U.S., there are 5,193 public, outdoor statues. Guess how many of those are of men? 4,799. We have no women on our everyday currency, no public holidays marking any significant effort made by any woman in this country. We have no visible, national, public acknowledgement of the fight for women’s rights, equality, parity, liberation — name your term. In schools, women’s activist and feminist movements are briefly mentioned in core curricula, marginalized in “women’s history months” and usually framed along the lines of “the vote was given to women,” like a nicely wrapped gift instead of something they marched, starved and went to jail fighting to get.
- Soraya Chemaly: In a Meritocracy, Sexism Is Shocking and Hard to Believe (emphasis added) [four/four]
- The question posed by the young man above was a good one, but it needs tweaking. “Am I doing an injustice to all the members of my community?” is the question we should be asking, because, without a doubt, the gross underrepresentation of women in leadership — whether in government or business or religious life, negatively affects us all. It is revelatory though. His question shows a laudable concern with others as individuals. It also demonstrates his grappling as an individual with how to manage privilege. But, it highlights a serious and recurring problem: when people talk about systemic injustice — which is what feminism’s fight against sexism and misogyny are — those who benefit from that injustice often feel that are being blamed as individuals. As one student interviewed in the Times said, some boys “felt attacked for simply being boys.” Instead of hearing, “Our systems are prejudiced,” people hear, “You are prejudiced.”
- Soraya Chemaly: In a Meritocracy, Sexism Is Shocking and Hard to Believe (emphasis added) [three/four]
- previous set of bras: stayed ok-ish, but cups didn’t fit quite right such that strange bulges formed above them, which prompted constant adjustments throughout the day which were weird to do in public and were really annoying to deal with all the time. Elastic-type straps dug in somewhat, OWWWWWW.
- bras before that: fit really well, but over the course of the day, the otherwise comfortable straps would loosen (the clip thing would slide down) a ton, which was really not great at helping me and my boobs fight against gravity.
- NEW BRAS THAT ARRIVED TODAY THAT I NOW LOVE OH MY GOD: great fit, so far staying really well, lovely comfort but not grandma-ish straps, PASSED THE THIN AND CLINGY TSHIRT TEST, HOLY CRAP, WHAT IS THIS WITCHCRAFT. Bonus: I got them on sale with a JC Penney promotion where if you bought at least two bras, all of them were half off. HALF. OFF.
No matter where you’re buying them from (even if you’re planning to buy them in person), I highly, HIGHLY recommend perusing the bras and the reviews at HerRoom, especially since the really popular bras have enough reviews that you can very likely see what someone who wears your size (or one near/like it) thinks of them!
- Earlier today, writing in Foreign Policy Magazine, David Rothkopf described sexism as civilization’s greatest shame: “The underrepresentation of women in positions of power is proof not so much that men still dominate the top of the pyramid as it is of a system of the most egregious, widespread, pernicious, destructive pattern of human rights abuses in the history of civilization.”
- And Rothkopf and Buffet are talking about the obvious things, not the insidious marginalization and small violences that permeate life. According to Miss Representation, 61 percent of students surveyed report seeing or hearing derogratory [sic] comments or images of women. In the one year since its inception, the Everyday Sexism Project has been flooded with women’s stories describing daily encounters with sexism. More than 85 percent of women globally report street harassment that inhibits their movement in public space.
- Soraya Chemaly: In a Meritocracy, Sexism Is Shocking and Hard to Believe (emphasis added) [two/four]