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one of the most durable paradoxes of white supremacy - the idea that those who are closest to an experience of oppression are its least credible witnesses.
— Walter Johnson, Soul by soul: life inside the antebellum slave market
(Source: palmares-politics, via mscoolcat)
Again and again, I have to insist that feminist solidarity rooted in a commitment to progressive politics must include a space for rigorous critique, for dissent, or we are doomed to reproduce in progressive communities the very forms of domination we seek to oppose. — bell hooks, Outlaw Culture: Resisting Representations, 1994, p. 67 (via feministquotes)
i’ve found my favourite
Yo, it’s CRAZY how I was just joking around with Rick today about how scary it would be to come across really buff aggressive gay dudes that wanted to force buttsex on us, then I said, “FUCK! GIRLS GO THROUGH THAT LIKE EVERY DAY!”
Tonight I went out to a small pub for karaoke, and the DJ happened to notice that I have big breasts. (MAZEL TOV, YOU HAVE EYES! WELL SPOTTED!)
So anyway, this guy decides to do the bar a favor and say, “Wow, I don’t usually single people out, but did you see this girl’s breasts? They’re amazing!” I was horrified. Men came over to talk to me, I huddled in a corner with my phone and tried to look as unapproachable as possible. I considered leaving, but I was there with my friends and didn’t want to go home.
Eventually, I felt comfortable enough to go up and sing (“Foolish Games” obvi), and I guess I should have seen it coming, but the DJ went ahead and did a 5 minute bit about my boobs with me standing right there in front of everyone. I was already pretty nervous what with being a writer hanging out with a group of professional singers, and by the end of his bit, I wanted to crawl under the floor and die. I cracked a joke about being uncomfortable (yaaaay comedy writer), and the DJ said, "Relax, it’s a compliment."
No. No. No.
Reducing me to the body parts you like best is not a compliment. Demeaning me and making me feel small is not a compliment. Reminding me that you and any other man who wants to can take my body as your own whenever you feel like it is not a compliment, no matter how jokey or flattering or whatever your tone.
I am sick of having to pretend harassment is flattery, and even more sick of being called ill-humored when I respond poorly. When I get upset about your harassment, I’m not ruining the fun. You are.
Sorry for the <rant>, but I’d like to pledge to be more outspoken in standing up for myself the next time this happens, no matter how scared or small I feel. Even more important, I hope I’ll have the guts to stand up for someone else next time I see something like this happening to another person — and I hope all of you (**especially you, male readers**) will do the same. Smooches! </rant>
"John Lennon Syndrome"
A white guy who preaches peace/love/good gender politics but is an abusive asshole to the people he is close to and does not uphold those values in his personal life.
pretty much applies to all abusers in activist spaces
I need feminism because a male friend of mine thinks it’s a joke and calls me a bitch when I tell him I don’t like the way he constantly hugs and kisses me in a sexual way.
I need feminism because my female friend just thinks I’m playing ‘hard to get’ when this happens.
"Cops are just doing their job" always struck me as weird because it implies that somehow the fact that they are harassing, killing, and imprisoning people, enforcing institutional racism, and destroying communities is less morally reprehensible if they do it for money.
I’ve said before, calling out is a gift. It is a sign of respect. Because it means the oppressed person believes the oppressor can change.