It's exhausting having to constantly point out privilege, what it is, how it operates and how it's insidious and thus extremely hard to see or understand when you have so much of it; which is precisely why even those feminists with the best intentions can get caught up defending their own story instead of listening to the stories of those more oppressed.
There are still no resources to speak of for girls with disabilities facing violence, even though they experience violence at higher rates and more frequently than any other group of young women and girls in Canada. The rates of sexual, physical, verbal and systemic violence are at least three times higher.
As an increasingly isolated beacon of progressive values in North America and even the world, Canadians have a role to play in preventing the reversal of critical progress for women's rights. Especially now, we must first hold our Government to account for their stated priorities to advance the rights of women and girls.
Justin Trudeau is indisputable in the hotness category and the world is paying attention. For the first time ever, Americans are taking to Twitter to submit their approval for our elected representative. People from all over the world are writing articles and verily salivating over the super-fine man in power. At first, I didn't see a problem with this. But you do, don't you?
Chanty Binx' impassioned rant outside the MRA lecture displays everything wrong with modern feminism. It's the childish temper tantrums, the causeless wildfire, the name-calling and the abusive labeling that is frequently attributed to the feminist name. Binx' rant displays the most depressing aspect to the discrediting of the feminist cause: they are no better than the patriarchy that they aim to take down.
Dear Roosh V, I'd like to start a dialogue with you, if I may. I find you to be very interesting. As I was watching your videos and reading your material, I kept asking myself what has to happen to a person in their life to become someone like you. You must have been through a lot of awful things in order to see other human beings the way you do.
Erika Lust's didn't want her daughters to grow up and be exposed to the commercialized and commoditized usage of women's bodies that is typical in mainstream porn; she demanded something different. Her bold emergence into the world of erotic filmmaking has been a breath of fresh air into the erotic genre industry.
Our boys need empowering too. This why we need to change the #likeaboy conversation. #likeagirl AND #likeaboy can be used for good. They should not be used to divide us. And NO child should be put in a gender box. As far as I'm concerned #likeahuman, we should be working on solving all of these issues together.
I don't believe a feminist world view requires me to unsubscribe from that which is feminine. I love pole dance for the same reason I love pinup art and vintage clothing: an ability to express playful, exaggerated femininity. I can make shapes and perform movements that accentuate that which I see as feminine about myself. I consider the base architecture of a spin to be a glorious celebration of curves.
Body hair doesn't have a gender. It's just hair that grows from your body and twisting it to mean otherwise is just yet another way for society to control women and profit off the double standards that have been forced upon them. So if you spot me on the subway with my ripped jeans and leg hair, just remember: it's just hair, it's not going to bite you.
There are a growing number of people who spurn the words "feminism" and "feminist" even though they support women's rights and equality. It seems there's widespread misunderstanding about what these terms mean. And the message that sends to youth about the ideals of gender equality concerns us deeply
I don't know how to teach my daughters that they have to follow arbitrary rules about their bodies, rules that will change based on current fashion, the people they socialize with, the media they consume. I don't know how to teach my daughters to sift through the shit that society decrees about their bodies.
Those words secretly worked magic on me. As a disabled person, I had an extra swing in my waist that never bothered me. The joy in my feet was something far more powerful than anyone could understand. The flash in my teeth, were vicious to those that fed me negativity, and the same flash was a brilliant smile that won the hearts of those that I cared about.