As someone who has been told by numerous men that “I’m not like other girls” for completely bullshit and/or superficial reasons, I resonate hard with this.
Why special snowflakes are problematic.
After a few drinks, I somehow ended up in the studio, drawing this.
Sarah Robles is the strongest woman in America. She’s beaten every other competitor, male and female, to become the highest-ranked lifter in the USA. She’s an Olympian at 23. She could lift your entire nuclear family and throw them, and she lives on 400 bucks a month because for some mysterious reason she can’t get endorsement deals.
C’mon culture, stop being fucked up. Strength is beauty and Sarah Robles is a role model with no exposure.
Chasing your dream and being powerful = feminine as all fuck.
EDIT: There is now a fundraiser to help fund her journey to the Olympics!
I know this isn’t exactly on topic, but because we’ve had discussions on this blog before about societal beauty standards, what athletic women look like, the diversity in body types and that fat people can be athletic and healthy, and this story involves all of those, PLUS there’s a way to donate to her if you want to help, I’m reblogging this. :)
And also to remind people that even if you only want to draw “athletic” women to be superheroines, there’s a lot of different body types that athletes have. Not every one looks like Maria Sharapova.
I want to be able to walk down the street in a tank top and short shorts and have men think “Oh, she’s wearing that because it’s hot,” and not “she’s wearing that to show her willingness to have sex.”
I want to be able to eat an entire bag of potato chips without feeling the need to qualify it with “I’m such a fat kid” or “I’m such a loser.” I actually think anyone who loves potato chips as much as I do is pretty damn cool. And I think maybe everyone else sort of identifies with me, because potato chips are delicious.
I want to be able to watch a TV show without having to deal with slut shaming, racism, homophobia, and general bigotry and ignorance. I want to see a Black Dr. Who, a gay season of the Bachelor, and I think Lucy Liu is a fantastic choice for Watson. The only thing better would be if Queen Latifah was Sherlock. And they were lesbians. That lead singer from La Roux could be Lestrade. The old spice guy is clearly the perfect Irene Adler.
I want to be able to point out flaws in popular TV shows, movies, and music videos, without people jumping down my throat for “ruining” things. I don’t really understand this logic, because I feel like it’s just like saying, “if I don’t know about it, it doesn’t exist. And therefore, it is perfect.”
I want to be able to get a higher education without getting into over $100K in debt. I’m in law school and I’m on probation for a scholarship at a school I went to PRIMARILY BECAUSE THEY GAVE ME THE MOST FINANCIAL AID. I want schools to just be honest and fair when it comes to money, actually. Giving me honest statistics and a realistic expectation of my GPA wold have been nice.
I want not only a fat Disney Princess, I want a queer, woman of color, non-normative bodied Disney Princess/Prince. I think if Disney can create entire narratives around fucking clown fish, they should be able to handle a walking, talking human being. Although, it would be nice if said Disney Princess had a talking dildo as a conscience instead of jiminy cricket. What the fuck was that shit anyways? What does a bug know about fucking right or wrong? And where did he get that *ahem* fly suit?
I want white people to understand that there is a happy medium between being colorblind and being bigoted and that those two states of mind are simply the two extremes on the scale of racism. I want to be able to acknowledge my POC status without having to explain myself to people. I want to be able to call myself an American, AND and Asian American. I want people to understand that I am not white, but not treat me as if being not-white is somehow a crutch and/or the most important thing about me. Basically, I want white people to realize what they did wrong in the past and fix it. But to never forget why society ended up so fucking race-oriented in the first place.
I want a diet soda that fills me with energy but doesn’t fill me with high fructose corn syrup. I also want it to be lychee flavored. And I want it to come in pretty colors.
I want Orangina to come out with a line of sorbets/ice creams, Coke to come out with a line of flavored vodkas, and oreo to sell its delicious cream filling by the can.
I want a tampon that can be entirely flushed down the toilet without me worrying about clogging it. All the parts. The wrapping, the applicator, the actual cottony bit. And I want it to not be made out of cardboard, because cardboard applicators were invented by somebody who clearly failed to consider the weird ability cardboard has to simultaneously melt and get soggy AND give you paper cuts.
I want bubble bath that does not increase the chances that I will get a UTI. Also, can it be like the stuff in Harry Potter, that lasts for a really long time and can support a human body? that would be great.
Actually, I just sort of want every food mentioned in Game of Thrones, Harry Potter, and Roald Dahl to be readily available at the nearest convenience store.
I want a prequel to the Harry Potter series.
I want a Neil Gaiman channel on Pandora. Alan Moore can come too.
I want a teleportation device, hair dye for darker hair that doesn’t require bleach, and pillows that never go flat.
I want to be comfortable and happy and hardworking and not broke and not worried about the state of my parent’s finances because I feel like I’m a huge drain on them.
I want everybody to have access to affordable and convenient healthcare. I also want everybody to be able to have whatever type of mutually consensual sex they want. And I definitely think that everybody should be able to wear whatever the fuck they want without people assume things about their sexuality, their sex drive, or their sexual history. And I want everybody to be able to walk down the street at 3 am without worrying about anything. Because 3 AM is a pretty magical time if you ever have the chance to be outside.
I want to feel like the world is full of potential and possibility and choices, instead of impossible dreams, dead ends, and status quos.
AND MOST OF ALL, I WANT TO BE ABLE TO SAY WHAT I WANT WITHOUT SOCIETY TELLING ME, “WELL THAT’S TOO BAD, YOU DON’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT.”
…[E]mergency food stamps, she was told, are not for imminent emergencies; they’re for emergencies already in progress. You can’t get them if you can make it through the next week – you have to be down to the last few meals you can afford.
“The money’s for my phone, it’s for gas, it’s for my bills,” Adkins said.
“Why are you in a crisis,” the woman asked, “when you have a phone bill?”
“I need the phone so I can get a job. You can’t look for a job without a phone.”
“Why do you have bills?” the woman asked. “I thought you didn’t have a place to live.”
“I live in my van,” Adkins said. “I have insurance.”
“You have a 2007 van,” the woman said. “I think you need to sell that.”
“Please, I need a break,” Adkins said. “I need some help. I need to take a shower.”
“Why didn’t you have a shower?”
“I live in a van.”
The woman told Adkins to come back when she really needed help.
“Most of the social-service systems in the United States function not to help people…get back to where they were, to a point of productive stability, but simply to keep them from starving – or, more often, to merely reduce the chances that they will starve. Millions of middle-class Americans are now receiving unemployment benefits, and many find themselves compelled by the meagerness of the assistance to shun opportunity and forgo productivity in favor of a ceaseless focus on daily survival. The system’s incoherence and contempt for its dependents fluoresce brilliantly in the wake of a historic event like the Great Recession. When floodwaters cover our homes, we expect that FEMA workers with emergency checks and blankets will find us. There is no moral or substantive difference between a hundred-year flood and the near-destruction of the global financial system by speculators immune from consequence. But if you and your spouse both lose your jobs and assets because of an unprecedented economic cataclysm having nothing to do with you, you quickly discover that your society expects you and your children to live malnourished on the streets indefinitely. That kind of truth, says Nancy Kapp, ‘really screws with people’s heads.’”
I’ve known a few long term caseworkers that will tell people how to game the system (fuck you if you want to claim that’s fraud by the way, because the rules & regs are often ridiculous & harmful to people who need help & caseworkers know that), & I see why they do it. But it’s ridiculous that they have to do it in order to help people. Especially when you consider how many foreclosed properties wind up derelict. Why not let people be housed in them? Why make access to food & health care so difficult? America’s hatred of poor people scares the hell out of me.
And then you add in how many foreclosures amount to theft by deception by the banks. I’m not saying that people who lost their houses “fairly” deserve less protection and support, but… we don’t have a system in place that would rather see a bank take a loss on a transaction than allow them to make a dishonest gain. But that’s the way the poor are treated: better that everyone suffers than someone gets something they’re not “entitled” to.
The right of corporations to make a profit on their investments is absolute and sacred, even when it comes at the expense of our lives. The right of people to benefits we collectively pay for is an “entitlement” that must be strictly controlled lest we take undue advantage of it.
When I look back at the first night of the Stonewall Inn riots, I could have never imagined its future importance. The first night played out no differently from previous riots involving black Americans and white policemen. And so, too, did its being underreported. But I was there.
On the first night of the Stonewall riots, African Americans and Latinos likely were the largest percentage of the protestors, because we heavily frequented the bar. For homeless black and Latino LGBTQ youth and young adults who slept in nearby Christopher Park, the Stonewall Inn was their stable domicile. The Stonewall Inn being raided was nothing new. In the 1960s gay bars in the Village were routinely raided, but in this case, race may have been an additional factor, given the fact that so many of the patrons were black and Latino, and this was the ’60s.
However, today, African-American and Latino trans communities are relegated to the margins of Greenwich Village, if not expelled from it. These communities nonetheless force their way into being a visible and powerful presence in our lives, leaving indelible imprints while confronted with not only transphobia but also “trans-amnesia.” The inspiration and source of an LGBTQ movement post-Stonewall is an appropriation of a black, brown, trans, and queer liberation narrative and struggle. The Stonewall Riot of June 27 to 29, 1969 in Greenwich Village started on the backs of working-class African-American and Latino queers who patronized that bar. Those brown and black LGBTQ people are not only absent from the photos of that night but have been bleached from its written history. Many LGBTQ blacks and Latinos argue that one of the reasons for the gulf between whites and themselves is the fact that the dominant queer community rewrote and continues to control the narrative of Stonewall.
Society has allowed rapists to define what resistance is: screaming, crying, scratching, pushing, kicking, biting, punching. I didn’t resist like that. My resistance was to wriggle a bit, turn my head away when he tried to kiss me, try to stop his hand going into my bra and knickers, push him ineffectually, talk about wanting to get my cab; all things which normal men recognise as not being enthusiastic participation when they are engaging with women but pretend it’s a grey area when they talk about rape. Rapists have managed to get society to believe, that what I did, was consent.
Because I didn’t resist in the way rapists - and society - say that women should resist, they define our non-participation as consent.
BOOM, rape culture at work… Can I also add, when you are in a situation that involves rape or you think might involve rape or looks like it might involve rape in a few minutes, its usually pretty scary to scream and kick… Especially if you know this person and sometimes might even care about them and think they care about you too. It is much more likely that you’ll say “No.. Lets stop.. I don’t want to right now..” etc
|—||Yasmin Vafa, “Invisible Prisoners: Why Are So Many Girls Placed in Solitary Confinement?” (via politicsoflocation)|
Let me offer up the constant reminder that Helen Keller wasn’t just a pity-case for able-bodied fawning and the Hallmark movie template (or even more infuriatingly, a punchline), but instead:
by A.D Song and Mia McKenzie
White people who are confronted with their white privilege and the white supremacist acts they perpetuate have been known to cry, “You’re being a reverse-racist!” That is completely true: people of color have the power and control to create, perpetuate,…
Cholitas Luchadores: Bolivias Female Wrestlers.
The fighting cholitas see themselves as symbols of strength: Their opponents include bigotry and sexism. “My goal,” says one fighter, “is to lift up indigenous women, who have been treated with contempt.”
“We fighters carry within us a kind of fire that nothing can quench.”