“Stevie Nicks was the first woman I ever heard say she had chosen not to have children because she cared more about her career. The first that ever warned me men might not like it if there are things more important to me than they are. The first that ever said that that was fine: sometimes, you have to leave them behind. Wherever she goes, she surrounds herself with girls. “I can’t imagine you in a bathing suit,” someone says in an interview for Rolling Stone, when Stevie says she likes to play in the pool in her backyard. “Yeah, well, you never will,” Stevie says. “There is never - ever - a man in the backyard. If there is, he is banished to the front of the house.” Men don’t get to look at Stevie Nicks unless Stevie Nicks wants men to look at Stevie Nicks. In her songs, even when she’s talking about how she has to change, she proclaims her power, her ability, her worth. She is a queen, she is a witch, she is a dragon, she is in control. She isn’t polite. She’s competitive. She’s bossy. She claimed all the things the men around her claimed — she spent as much money as they spent, had as much sex as they had, was as reckless as they were, stood at the front of the same stage — and never questioned that that was her right. The world tells us women are there for men, but despite all the boyfriends and the jokes about how she’s so easy and the sex-symbol status, she isn’t there for men at all. She does it without ever giving in to the men that dismiss her. She’s emotional. She’s dramatic. She raises her voice as much as she can. She thinks she’s pretty, she thinks she’s a star, and when her fans crowd up to the edge of the stage, crazy, she welcomes them, with open arms. She revels in it. She’s too much of a girl for you? She revels in it.”—Stevie Nicks is a queen, a witch, a dragon
This was how the myth of Black criminality started, for the record. After the abolition of slavery, a lot of states made laws targeting Black people specifically, and then put them on chain gangs to get free labor from them.
Oh, and the US is still disproportionately incarcerating Black people and private prisons are making huge amounts off them.
“Life is going to present to you a series of transformations. And the point of education should be to transform you. To teach you how to be transformed so you can ride the waves as they come. But today, the point of education is not education. It’s accreditation. The more accreditation you have, the more money you make. That’s the instrumental logic of neoliberalism. And this instrumental logic comes wrapped in an envelope of fear. And my Ivy League, my MIT students are the same. All I feel coming off of my students is fear. That if you slip up in school, if you get one bad grade, if you make one fucking mistake, the great train of wealth will leave you behind. And that’s the logic of accreditation. If you’re at Yale, you’re in the smartest 1% in the world. […] And the brightest students in the world are learning in fear. I feel it rolling off of you in waves. But you can’t learn when you’re afraid. You cannot be transformed when you are afraid.”—
That pic of you lying down on your front. I'm gonna cum and imagine shooting it on your face.
i imagine you think this is a clever and interesting way to either a) get out some sort of sexual frustration or b) harass me. If it’s the former, surely there are more productive ways to excise your pent up feelings. However, I have the feeling it’s the latter, and it’s to you, harasser, that I want to speak.
For the past ~6 months I’ve been receiving these anon messages on tumblr. I don’t flatter myself into thinking I have an army of anonymous internet admirers (this isn’t admiration), so I have come to the conclusion it’s one person in particular. I have a sneaking suspicion I know who this person is, because the language of sexual harassment I’ve received in these messages follows an extremely familiar pattern.
But even if it isn’t the person I think it is- what on earth are you getting out of this? The knowledge that you’ve made me think “ew, gross”? The satisfaction of being deviant, albeit anonymously?
Or the satisfaction of knowing you purposefully reduced someone (me) to a reified image of consumption FOR YOU, degrading and humiliated in the non-consensual exchange of sexual dominance? Is it less about my response, and more about the feeling of knowing I would not want this?
These are how the messages have escalated in the past few months:
*you are beautiful. i want to fuck your face.
*i want to fuck your tight little cunt.
*is it weird that i masturbate to your avi and imagine i’m cumming in your open mouth?
and so on and so forth.
I guess I don’t really know what to say about all these messages except that if you were hoping it would give you attention, or make me feel bad, they haven’t. They’ve mostly made me come to the conclusion that you’re a bad person.
white famous person:I am racist. I'm not joking, I'm literally racist. The white race is superior everyone else is inferior *uses racial slurs for every single PoC group*. I hate them all, they are all beneath the white race.
large group of white people:Okay but I don't think that makes them "racist"... like, how is that "racist"? People just call everything racist now a days, I'm so sick of it. That doesn't mean they're racist...
Anyone who believes 300 years of oppression can be undone in a 50 year span does not have a basic comprehension of how this subjugation can become internalized and normalized, thus continuing to be a serious social issue
Things which WoC feminists must keep in mind while speaking on behalf of other WoC:
There are degrees of privilege and marginalization within every given community and nation
If your style of rhetoric creates a barrier between yourself and the less-privileged women on whose behalf you think you are speaking, you are not speaking for them at all, and you do not represent them
Please understand that
Chances are that if you come from a third world society, the resources that helped you attain the kind of privilege that allows you to speak in a certain language and a certain way, came at the cost of the dispossessed lower classes
You further alienate yourself from the women belonging to those classes by pretending to understand their problems
Understand that you are part of the problem
Understand that and remind yourself of it every day, and do something useful, such as engaging with these women at a level where you’re not talking down to them
As things stand, you are not communicating with them at all. And that is a problem.
“When I was four years old, a doctor advised my parents that I should undergo a “routine” hysterectomy. It was recommended, the doctor said, to prevent the future inconvenience of menstruation. My parents, thankfully, were horrified and high-tailed it out of there, taking me and my four year old uterus with them.”—