The feminist blogosphere has been blowing up over Emma Watson’s UN Speech and I can’t for the life of me figure out why. Well, that’s not true. It’s because she’s a famous white woman. I mean, that HAS to be it, because honestly, she doesn’t really say anything stunning or newsworthy in…
I’ve been called a fetish because of how much I talk about feminism. Guess what, me and other million of women won’t stop talking about it until these problems are solved.
you know there’s something wrong with our society when they put a rape victim/survivor leading a protest against her school’s reaction toward her rape on the cover of magazine with the words SEXUAL REVOLUTION in giant letters over her image and “movement against assault” in tiny letters in the corner
My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.
And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.
“My mistrust [of men] is not, as one might expect, primarily a result of the violent acts done on my body, nor the vicious humiliations done to my dignity. It is, instead, born of the multitude of mundane betrayals that mark my every relationship with a man—the casual rape joke, the use of a female slur, the careless demonization of the feminine in everyday conversation, the accusations of overreaction, the eye rolling and exasperated sighs in response to polite requests to please not use misogynist epithets in my presence.”—