queer-eye-for-thin-thighs:
A New Mexico State University student was dismissed from her student teaching position at a local high school after a photo of her at the SlutWalk was published on the front page of the Las Cruces Sun-News.
This is one of my REALLY good friends. So tumblr….you should spread it like wildfire. >:) (yes I’m using my tumblr popularity to get back at this school district. No shame!)
This woman is absolutely incredible and the best leader we could have asked for this year. The fact that she was fired because of a photo publicizing the Slut was is as quoted in the article appealing. We’ve got to keep working to take down patriarchy, and the culture of misogyny and slut shaming which pervade our society.
(Source: lisa1012)
The “wives, sisters, daughters” line of argument comes up all the fucking time. President Obama even used it in his State of the Union address this year, saying,
“We know our economy is stronger when our wives, mothers, and daughters can live their lives free from discrimination in the workplace, and free from the fear of domestic violence.”
This device, which Obama has used on more than one occasion, is reductive as hell. It defines women by their relationships to other people, rather than as people themselves. It says that women are only important when they are married to, have given birth to, or have been fathered by other people. It says that women are only important because of who they belong to.
Women are not possessions.
Women are people.
rufflebutts:
shoutout to all the other ex-gifted & talented/honor student/straight a/senior editor/star student/99th percentile/once-creative burn-outs who have, since high school, realized they are truly miniscule fish in a giant, endless ocean, criticized themselves to the point of creative paralysis, and participated in so much self-sabotage they no longer see the point of doing anything at all because they’re just going to ruin it for themselves anyway
:)
this one’s for you
I’m in love with you because you make me feel safe. It sounds corny and vague. People always talk about feeling safe with someone and you wonder what it even means. I still don’t really know. All I know is that when I’m with you, I feel like I’m clutching a giant thing of pepper spray or reliving a moment of being carried to bed by my parents when I was five years old and fell asleep in front of the television. All day long, I can feel fragile, like a raw nerve, and when I come home to you, it’s like I just put on the thickest winter coat and installed bulletproof windows in my apartment. ‘Honey, I’m home…and no longer terrified.’