"Don’t tell little girls they can be anything they want when they grow up. And I’ll tell you why: because it would never occur to them that they couldn’t. You are now putting that in their heads. It’s like saying “when you get in the shower, I’m not going to read your diary.”"

Sarah Silverman at the UAWOW rally in LA

(not the biggest fan of her, but this is true)

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Panayiota Bertzikis, founder of the Military Rape Crisis Center, spoke at the AZ UAWOW rally.

Panayiota Bertzikis, founder of the Military Rape Crisis Center, spoke at the AZ UAWOW rally.

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Here is a free pdf download of Bell Hooks’ Feminism is For Everybody.


so much truth

Quotes from Caitlin Flanagan’s Girl Land Made More Palatable by Cat Photos






this is why i am a feminist

I actually cried when I watched this.  

wonderfully done

Everything important. 

so well done

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One of the most overt ways Leslie’s feminism is displayed is in her friendship with Ann, one of her most significant relationships.  The two women clearly care about and admire each other and are there for each other’s freak-outs. I realized about halfway through season two that I was often clenched when I watched them together, willing them not to fall out. I was sad and shocked to recognize that there’s an undercurrent of bitchiness in so many on-screen female friendships that I’ve started to expect it as standard. Portraying two women who like each other might be the most radical thing a sitcom can do.


People always get so upset when I say I don’t like Taylor Swift… maybe it’s because this more or less sums up the message behind every song I’ve ever heard by her.



People always get so upset when I say I don’t like Taylor Swift… maybe it’s because this more or less sums up the message behind every song I’ve ever heard by her.


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Yeah. So you know what happens next, after you say “no.” The guy always keeps talking. He tries wheedling, or begging, sometimes. But if you say “no” firmly enough, or often enough that he gets the point, the dude just starts yelling. He tells you that you’re not that hot. He tells you what a bitch you are. (“You bitch, I have a Rolls Royce,” was my favorite of these.) Sometimes he follows you down the street, yelling at you; sometimes, he follows you in his car. These dudes are always so fucking certain that they’re entitled to your time and attention that they will harass you until you give it, or at least until you’re scared and sorry for not giving it. You do not have the right not to interact, as far as these guys are concerned.

This is how women are conditioned to live within a sexist culture, and within a rape culture. Unbelievably, I don’t need George R. R. Martin, or any man, to tell me what that’s like: It’s my actual no-fooling life, which I do believe I know more about than George R. R. Martin. Like most women, I currently live in a society where violence, harassment and scary shit can break out at any moment, just because I told some random asshole “no” without bothering to be nice about it. Doing that is so dangerous that most women don’t dare; after a few scary incidents, they learn to make up excuses, to smile, to be sweet and welcoming, to act as if every single random asshole on the street is a precious new friend that they would just LOVE to stand outside of the Chipotle and chat with FOR HOURS, if only cruel fate had not intervened. That’s what it’s actually like, being a woman: Playing nice with every random asshole, because this random asshole might be the one who hurts you. And then, if he hurts you anyway, they’ll tell you that you led him on.


— Sady Doyle of Tiger Beatdown

"In the past quarter century, we exposed biases against other races and called it racism, and we exposed biases against women and called it sexism. Biases against men we call humor."

—Warren Farrell, Women Can’t Hear What Men Don’t Say (via andallthewhilerain)

Call the WHAAAAHmbulance.  Sexism and racism are not biases.  They are systems of oppression.  Having hurt feelings does not equate to being oppressed. 

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"The world mobilizes in the service of male appetite; it did during my upbringing and it does still. Whether or not this represents the actual experience of contemporary boys and men, our cultural stereotypes of male desire (and stereotypes exist precisely because they contain grains of truth) are all about facilitation and support: Mothers feed (Eat! Eat!), fathers model assertion and unabashed competitiveness, teachers encourage outspoken bravado. At home and at work, men have helpers, usually female, who clean and cook and shop and type and file and assist. And at every turn – on billboards, magazine covers in ads – men are surrounded by images of offering, of breasts and parted lips and the sultry gazes of constant availability: Take me, you are entitled, I exist to please you. For all the expansion of opportunity in women’s lives, there are no comparable images of service and availability, there is no baseline expectation that a legion of others will rush forward to meet our needs or satisfy our hungers. The striving, self-oriented man is adapted to, cut slack, has transgressions and inadequacies explained and forgiven. “Oh, well, you wouldn’t expect him to cook or take care of his kids, who cares if he’s put on a few pounds, so what if he’s controlling or narcissistic, he’s busy, he gets things done, he’s running the show, he’s running the COUNTRY.” That litany of understanding does not apply to women; it sounds discordant and artificial if you switch the genders, and if you need a single example of the double standard at work here, think about Bill and Hillary Clinton. Bill’s pudginess and fondness for McDonald’s was seen as endearing, his sexual appetite criticized but ultimately forgiven by most Americans, or at least considered irrelevant to his abilities on the job; Hillary got no such latitude, the focus on her appearance (hairstyle, wardrobe, legs) was relentless, the hostility released toward her ambition venomous."

— Caroline Knapp (via nuitnuageuse)

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