feminism

If telling men "don't rape" instead of telling women "don't get raped", is like telling thieves "don't steal" instead of home owners to "lock your houses", why don't we hear more victims of home invasion being told "you got what you deserved for having such a beautiful house on display for everyone to see" ???

Women aren't my competition because male attention and sexual objectification are not prizes for me.

A strong woman is a woman determined to do something others are determined not be done

I shall have my lasso, I shall lead the course;I recognize it__ time to mount a different horse.

For many of us it seems that to be a feminist in the way that we have seen or understood feminism is to conform to an identity and way of living that doesn't allow for individuality, complexity, or less than perfect personal histories. We fear that the identity will dictate and regulate our lives, instantaneously pitting us against someone, forcing us to choose inflexible and unchanging sides, female against male, black against white, oppressed against oppressor, good against bad.

Megan, you just single handedly set the women__ movement back twenty years

Living your life on your own terms is utterly glorious. It makes perfect sense to you, but you have to be willing to let go of everything else. It has to be okay if nobody else likes that, but then when other people see that you are brave, you don__ mind. They__e fascinated by that because we all love brave people. We all love it when people are heroic.

I've learned that a certain amount of self-doubt is a good tool for correcting, understanding, listening, and progressing - though too much is paralyzing and total self-confidence produces arrogant idiots. There's a happy medium between these poles to which the genders have been pushed, a warm equatorial belt of give and take where we should all meet.

He was a dork, a dink, a dong_ Why should the male member be used as a term of abuse? No man hated his own dorkdinkdong, quite the opposite. But maybe it was an affront that any other man had one. That must be the truth.

Give me some credit. You don't get far in my game with your eyes closed. I get it-who doesn't like a man in uniform? But trust me, men are never worth it. Behind every great man is a woman who gave up on greatness and tied herself into an apron. Romance is for saps, Abbie. You're sharp, and you've got pluck. Don't waste it.

If you call yourself an "authoress" on your Facebook profile, you suck at life. You are stupid and your children are ugly. It doesn't matter if you're just trying to be cute and original. You're not. You are about as original as all those other witless twits "writing" the one millionth shitty Fifty Shades clone. Or maybe you're trying to show your 2000 fake Facebook "friends" that you are an empowered feminist who will not stand for sexist terminology. But you're not showing people that you are fighting the good fight, you're showing people that you are a sheep, who's trying just a little too hard to ride the current wave of idiotic political correctness. The word "author" is no more gender-discrimination than the word "person." Do you call yourself a personess? No, of course not, because then you might as well wear a sign around your neck that says, "Hello, I'm a retard.

Women__ liberation fought for the right of women to leave the home and become involved in the public sphere; feminists now want to convert this realm into a series of safe spaces and censored zones. If you don__ like what someone says to you on the street, say something back, put your headphones on, or just laugh _ it__ really not that bad.

What all the ads and whoreoscopes seemed to imply was that if only you were narcissistic enough, if only you took proper care of your smells, your har, your boobs, your eyelashes, your armpits, your crotch, your stars, your scars, and your choice of Scotch in bars - you would meet a beautiful, powerful, potent, and rich man who would satisfy every longing, fill every hole, make your heart skip a beat (or stand still), make you misty, and fly you to the moon (preferably on gossamer wings), where you would live totally satisfied forever.

I love analogies! Let__ have one.Imagine that you dearly love, absolutely crave, a particular kind of food. There are some places in town that do this particular cuisine just amazingly. Lots of people who are into this kind of food hold these restaurants in high regard. But let__ say, at every single one of these places, every now and then throughout the meal, at random moments, the waiter comes over and punches any women at the table right in the face. And people of color and/or LGBT folks as well! Now, most of the white straight cis guys who eat there, they have no problem__fter all, the waiter isn__ punching them in the face, and the non-white, non-cis, non-straight, non-guys who love this cuisine keep coming back so it can__ be that bad, can it? Hell, half the time the white straight cis guys don__ even see it, because it__ always been like that and it just seems like part of the dining experience. Granted, some white straight cis guys have noticed and will talk about how they don__ like it and they wish it would stop.Every now and then, you go through a meal without the waiter punching you in the face__hey just give you a small slap, or come over and sort of make a feint and then tell you they could have messed you up bad. Which, you know, that__ better, right? Kind of?Now. Somebody gets the idea to open a restaurant where everything is exactly as delicious as the other places__ut the waiters won__ punch you in the face. Not even once, not even a little bit. Women and POC and LGBT and various combinations thereof flock to this place, and praise it to the skies.And then some white, straight, cis dude__ne of the ones who__ on record as publicly disapproving of punching diners in the face, who has expressed the wish that it would stop (maybe even been very indignant on this topic in a blog post or two) says, __ure, but it__ not anything really important or significant. It__ getting all blown out of proportion. The food is exactly the same! In fact, some of it is awfully retro. You__e just all relieved cause you__e not getting punched in the face, but it__ not really a significant development in this city__ culinary scene. Why couldn__ they have actually advanced the state of food preparation? Huh? Now that would have been worth getting excited about.__hink about that. Seriously, think. Let me tell you, being able to enjoy my delicious supper without being punched in the face is a pretty serious advancement. And only the folks who don__ get routinely assaulted when they try to eat could think otherwise.

What will people say, you running off to Memphis like you don't have a house to look after?Shug say, Albert. Try to think like you got some sense. Why any woman give a shit what people think is a mystery to me.Well, say Grady, trying to bring light. A woman can't git a man if peoples talk.Shug look at me and us giggle. Then us laugh sure nuff. Then Squeak start to laugh. Then Sofia. All us laugh and

The trick about falling is to catch yourself before you hit the dirt.

You__e not safe to go back there,_ he said.____ going,_ I returned.__e__l see.__eez, there was just no shaking this guy.__ou do know that there__ this little thing called the Nineteenth Amendment giving women the right to vote?_ I asked.__ heard of that,_ he said and there was a smile in his voice.__nd there__ this whole movement called fem_ in_ is_im._ I said it slowly, like he was a dim child. __here women started working, demanding equal pay for equal work, raising their voices on issues of the day, taking back the night, stuff like that.__e rolled into me, which made me roll onto my back.__ounds familiar.___o you have an encyclopedia? Maybe we can look it up. If the words are too big for you to read, I__ read it out loud and explain as I go along.__e got up on his elbow. __nly if you do it naked._ I slapped his shoulder.

Guys are accessories, until one proves he's an necessity.