I stopped describing myself as a feminist a long time ago.
I was a teenager, I reckon, or at the very most early twenties. This was, what, 1994? I looked around at the world and I said to myself "Yep, I'm not gonna call myself a feminist anymore. What I'm going to do instead is treat people how they should be treated. Treat everyone equally. I'm going to live as though equality has been achieved, because hey, that's what gonna happen. It's inevitable. In fact, it's almost here. We have six years left until the twenty-first century, for God's sake. Equality is a stone's throw away."
And that's what I thought.
We had come so far as a culture, as a world, and I could only see this continuing. I could only see gender equality in our future. I could only see a world where racism and homophobia had staggered off into the corner to die a quick, indifferent death. I could only see a world increasingly populated by young people with young ideas, with young attitudes. No more bigotry. No more extremism. The future was open and free, and it was a beautiful place to live.
In many ways, I was hopelessly naive. In other ways, I wasn't. I was practical. I was logical. This was the future.
But then the future changed.
I don't understand the world anymore. I don't understand why it is the way it is. So many countries and continents seem intent on going backwards. Anti-gay laws abound in Africa. America's red states are spreading, blissfully ignoring the achievements of one of their most successful presidents. Extremism is rampant throughout the world. People are scared. Nationalism is rising. Conservatism is taking over. Our politicians are actively lying to us and our police forces, who are meant to protect us, the people, have become an army of corporate thugs.
And gender equality? What the hell has happened there?
It's as if the tide has gone back out, and it's washed away all the promise and potential that I thought we had achieved. I think we had achieved it, mostly, but the problem was that it hadn't been secured, it hadn't been nailed down, and it didn't take much for that tide to take it all away from us.
There are words I never wanted to use in this blog. Chief amongst them is rape. So I do apologise to my younger readers here, I sincerely do. But rape culture is spreading. A girl goes out to a nightclub and she is practically guaranteed to be leered at and groped. This behaviour is seen as normal. It's seen as unexceptional. This is something girls steel themselves for because they know it's coming and there's nothing they can do about it.
It's everywhere. It's accepted. A football player imprisoned for rape is allowed to train back at his old club upon his release. He's allowed once again to take his place alongside a team of men that tens of thousands of young lads look up to. What does this say to those young lads who have yet to form their own opinions on what is and what is not acceptable when it comes to girls?
A so-called comedian bases his entire persona around rape culture. A "pick-up guru" tours the world teaching men how to score with women by overpowering them. GamerGate happens. Twitter abuse happens. #NotEveryMan happens. Understanding is shunted off to one side. Sensitivity and empathy are ejected in favour of instant offence and vitriolic reaction. But if they'd listen, if these offended men would just listen, they could maybe understand why women feel threatened. And next time they go to step into an elevator that just has one lone woman inside it, maybe they'll think again, and wait for the next one. Because is a little inconvenience really worth the risk of making another human being worry when you're alone together? Is your pride worth that?
When I was younger, I assumed the world would continue to improve. I was wrong. I assumed I could act as if everything was okay, because everything would eventually be okay. I was wrong there, too.
So, I am once again describing myself as a feminist. It's only a big deal to me, but then it only has to be a big deal to me. It's a personal acknowledgement that if I want to change the world, I have to fight for it.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
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«Oldest ‹Older 3001 – 3200 of 4865 Newer› Newest»Remember? *chuckles* This is the first I hear of it.
((Stop chuckling what are you doing STOP CHUCKLING!!!))
Goodness, no. I was simply reminiscing on a previous adventure. It would be rather unwise for me to put my primary roleplay character in the same warehouse as the rest of you.
((Aah I turned brightness to max and flared myself! :S))
*He quickly raises his arms in defense, stopping her within centimeters of his neck*
Makes my job easy...
*With a quick movement, he spins her around and puts her in a tight lock, making sure to keep her mouth away from any body parts he can't afford to lose. As he does this, he falls back into the dark wall of the cell and takes them back to the warehouse. The rise from the floor with Blake on his back still holding Rose in the lock*
Hey guys, seems she's developed a slight case of cannibalism.
No, honestly, I'm fine.
*and she is*
*the dizzy spell passed as quickly as it came*
(Hello, Tea Spider! How are you?)
Oh, great. Want me to knock her out?
*Tia rushes over to hug Rose*
If I wanted her out I would have done so, I think its best if we try to get her to calm down...
*His tone becomes calm, soothing, like when they used to cuddle*
Rose, it's me. Calm down... None of us are going to hurt you.
Okay, whatever. Just figured that I could do it without actually hurting her.
(But hugs... :c)
*She struggled against Blake, snarling and trying to break free. When she saw Tia come towards her, she struggled even more, bloodlust controlling her actions*
*stands back and watches interestedly*
Blakey, she clear lying needs a hug.
*steps closer*
Let us hug, please.
I was attacked by.....Yes. I was controlled.-Zafira
*clearly needs a hug
*Sighs, holding on to her as best he can*
Loki, think you could calm her down?
*She turned her head to growl in Blake's direction*
Let me go...
*muttering*
Not like I have symbols that limit aggression or anything...
*puts down the menu to look and focus on Zaf*
Is there a story there, Zafira? Could you be possessed again?
...
*breaks free and tries to hug Rose while smiling, showing teeth*
*His grip loosens at the sound of her voice*
...Are you sure?
((Does anyone have any Sexter(Saracen/Dexter) five that they'd recommend?))
((*fics))
*With the loosened grip, she broke free of Blake's hold and leapt towards Tia, knocking him back on the ground. She held onto his neck, glaring down at him*
(*is having an identity crisis because TiaTA is male but TiaTC is female*
*hates genders anyway*)
*looks Rose in the eyes*
Hug.
Zafira: I could, but all I need is someone to hit me in the head. Loki has a sceptre from Thanos, leader of the Chitauri, he can mind control anyone should he touch your heart with the sceptre. He did that to me. My eyes would turn blue if he was.
*She yelped and cursed, sliding down the wall into a crouch. She looked at El, suspicion in her eyes*
Don't touch me...
That... sounds disconcerting. Scary, even. But you managed to survive?
*leaning against a convenient wall*
*still muttering*
Just tell me when you want my help...
(Rose reminds me of Jack from Chronicles of Riddick.)
You're being aggressive, El. Try hugging!
Oh, no, Blake doesn't need me. He can just do it all himself.
((Literally Kes shut up and stop hating everybody it's annoying))
She could have been trying to hug us!
(She's not trying to eat you... She's trying to kill you... Ripping out people's throats with your teeth it easier than hands...)
Zafira: Yes. I survived after a very painful smash into a tree.
((Soo I totally am trying to draw the SHIELD symbol-Zaf
(Tried to draw the SHIELD symbol before... Failed...)
Gonna try something.
*his left eye becomes black and hos body seems to change, become less real*
Don't worry if she bites me.
*He walks slowly towards Rose, his arms open*
Ah, and what of the man who possessed you?
*a waiter approaches and asks Zafira what she wants*
*watches*
*steps closer to Rose, barely behind Blake, and stops*
Rose?
(His* body)
*She looked at Blake wearily, then pushed herself further back against the wall, trying to get away from him*
Stay away!!!
Zafira: *orders herself a pasta dish* Alive.
*He stops a few feet from her*
*His voice remains level, as does his gaze as he looks her right in the eyes*
Rose, what did they do to you?
Stay away...
*Her eyes rest on Tia and she shook her head*
Stay away.
(It's two in the morning, so I must go. Good night, and I love you guys!)
*raises voice* I mean, not that anyone cares what I have to say, but it sounds like she wants you to back off. Just a thought.
*inspects nails disinterestedly*
((Bye Tia!))
Nothing. Nothing. That's what they did...
*She looked at Blake then dropped to the ground, curling into a ball and shrinking away from him*
The dark...
*drops the smile and rapidly walks towards Rose, turning to dust before reaching her*
(Bye Tia!)
(Bye Tia)
Then what happened? What made you like this?
*He sits down cross-legged, keeping his gaze on her*
*She shook her head at Blake, closing her eyes tight. She wouldn't win a fight against him. She couldn't*
It was dark... And if you didn't fight.... You were killed... You were tortured... Kill or be killed... Everyone there was a killer without weapons...
Look, I'm not going to deny that that sounds fun, but wouldn't you just rather we bring you back to Blogland?
((I'm gonna go write crappy sexter fic, bye!))
Well you don't need to fight any more. None of us are going to hurt you.
No... Yes... I don't know... Just get away from me!!
*She kicked out towards Blake, trying to get herself some space*
You will! Go!! Just stay away from me!!!
(Bye, btw, Kes!)
(Bye Kes.)
No, we won't. I'm going to sit right here until you remember. We love you Rose, you're our friend.
*She quickly got up and sprinted to the other side of the warehouse. There she curled back into her ball, hidin her face in her knees*
*hiding
*He simply turns so that he's still facing her*
*She glanced up at both of them then frowned in concerntration, teleporting away, a few feet outside the warehouse*
*He sinks into his shadow, rising under the shade of the warehouse a couple of meters from Rose*
I almost forgot you had Creede's power. How did you get that again? Tell me the story.
*She slowly backed away from Blake, her eyes widening*
Y-you... You gave me your energy... Trying to restart my powers... And it didn't work... But you warned me that I might get a few of your powers as a side effect...
Mhm, why would Creede do that? Why did he give you his energy? Why would he give you a part of himself?
Because I lost my powers... And you wanted me to get them back... I don't know!!
((I'm probably going to sleep soon but Loki won't be able to help Rose because he's got a bigger problem.-Zaf
Zanida: *has Loki's hand, trembling*
If they summon you...I cannot help.
Zanida: I bloody well know!!!
*Zanida finds herself in the world of the Chitauri, The Other and Thanos stand before her, for Zanida's credit she seemed unable to move*
Other: *Grabs the Asgardian, letting her feel pain* We warned you.
Zanida: *flinches away from, trying to break her connection but cannot*
I think you do.
(Okay Zaf... Poor Zan...)
Just... Just go away... I want my powers... Using yours hurts... Blake, please...
*She looked at him for a moment before falling to her knees, sobbing into the ground*
*He slowly moves closer to her, and puts his arms around her gently*
I know, Rose. I know... We'll get your powers back... we'll make everything right again...
*She curled into his chest, crying into his shoulder*
It hurts... I'm sorry... For trying to hurt you... I'm sorry... I don't know what to do anymore!
It's okay, I know it hurts... We'll figure it out. That tends to be something were good at here in Blogland.
Can you help me...? Please, Blake... I don't like asking for help... But please. Please help me...
Of course I'll help you, you didn't even need to ask.
*He hugs her tighter*
Thank you... Thank you Blake... Thank you for saving me...
*She smiled up at him sadly before wrapping her arms around him tightly*
It wasn't just me, the others were there too...
I know... But you're the only one here... And I am kinda hugging you right now...
*he chuckles*
I guess you're right...
I'm always right... You should know that, Blake.
You said that you'd be able to do tests on my powers... Can you still do that?
As long as nobody found and ransacked my father's library I can.
*He yawns and leans more heavily against her*
Another time though... Blakey's been through a lot today...
Then Blakey should sleep... Rose... Will try not to kill anyone... It's just always there in the back of my mind...
Thank you...
*Mutters incoherently and falls asleep against her*
(G'night Rose and anyone else who's on.)
(Goodnight, Blake.
I've got to leave now too.... Sorry...)
(Hello.)
(Actually, due to power limitations I have to leave. Goodbye.)
I am supposed to be seeing Katy Perry tomorrow... And I'm sick...
Emerald Melody.
She is going through a whole heap of shit and none of you guys give her a second thought.
"so many nights she cried over that damn thing and there was nothing i could do but..."
"oh there have been so many times that i have wanted to go onto that thingy and tell them what they were making her feel like.
but then i quickly thought of how badly i would get injured if i did that.
but they should know how shit they make her feel"
"they have made her feel like shit for months now, whether they realised it or not.
oh they get me so..."
My sister, Emerald Melody, is going through shit. Tommy and I are the only two people she trusts. And with her going through all this shit and the next three months are going to be pretty hard for her - what with her birthday, Chase and Em's wedding anniversary and then Chase's anniversary...
So, if you're not going to help support her, then you aren't worth my amazing sister's time.
Start helping her, or fuck off. Em deserves so much better.
(I don't really know Emerald all that well, but I do know of the extremely saddening happenings that she has experienced. No, I can't grasp that because I am a fifteen year old boy who has a whole world to explore. But recently, a boy in my grade committed suicide. I didn't know him, but I had talked to him. And I can't imagine how hard it must be for his friends or family, I have no idea. But I think that Emerald is one of the strongest people I know, to pull through something like that. So I agree with Rose in a big way, Em deserves a lot better.
#StayStrongEm
-Matthew (my real name, otherwise known as Dylan, Aiden or whichever of my personas you may remember.)
Thanks Matt :) I miss you, by the way...
*Hugs*
Beach Ball is still my favourite of your names :)
I miss you too, Dani <3
*Hugs*
And yes, Bengt was one of my favourites as well.
I don't know Emerald that well, but from what she's done and gone through, I think it's safe for me to say that she's one of the strongest, most courageous people I've heard of. But, like Matthew/Dylan/Aidan said, I can't relate. But, Emerald, if you ever need to talk, I'll be there to listen. And I'm pretty sure one hell of a lot of other people will too.
This happens every year.....*sighs* -Zaf
(How can I help Em?)
(Will be back in 20)
Tia, just say you'll be there and when she comes on sobbing just be nice. *hugs* I'll see you then, hopefully.-Zaf
(words)
((If any of you are bored, you'll find Loki and Zan in the clearing, Zan holding the sceptre not moving, Loki trying to get her to come back to Earth....-ZF
Oh, and I did sucessfully draw the SHIELD symbol and hung it by my bed. Tomorrow....I hope its Coulson who dies.-ZF
FUCK. YOU. ZAF.
I have spent all night, lying in pain on a hospital bed, miscarrying a baby!!!
And you, you slimy bitch, decide to make me out to be just attention seeking?!
What gives you the right to do that? What gives you the right to think that you are better than me?
You just fuck off out of my life, don't talk to me again, don't acknowledge me or don't even try to do anything to do with me.
I... Jesus!!!! :'(
*storms off*
(I don't watch Gotham or Agents of SHIELD, but if I were to watch them, which one would you recommend more?)
(I try to be here, you know? Though the time I spend here may be reduced drastically :c)
(Hey Zaf and Sil! How are you?)
Em? I'm sorry.
I wasn't aware that you were miscarrying a baby, Em. My mother had two miscarriages after giving birth to my brother and sister both six years apart, and gave life to me after her two miscarriages. Stay strong, Em, and remember that we're here for you.
Zaf, I don't know what you said or didn't say, but I'm not going to attack you for something I don't know anything about, but acknowledge that Emerald is reaching out to a community that she (hopefully) feels comfortable being in, and that she is leaning on us for support, so we should do just that.
(Hello, Alice.)
(My words sound hollow, but I'm here for you, Em.)
(Hello?)
I only saw Agents of SHIELD so I can't say how Gotham is, honestly.
Alice, thanks, I don't know what I said wrong either....I just said the truth, it happens every year, just be there for her. I guess the truth is bad.-ZF
(Feck, I have nothing to dedicate to...
THE NEXT PERSON TO COMMENT CAN DED)
(Hey Zaf... Wanna ded?)
(*bad day*)
(*horrible day*)
(*empty and hollow*)
(*will be lurking*)
(*huggles Sil* hey...)
((*whispers* ded to Em
*vanishes*))
(Hi. Hope your existence is going well.)
Mark: come on...we should go..
Annabelle: *winces slight, arm still broken, still badly cut up*
(okay Kessie, I had only just read though the comments
I dedicate to Em:
I don't know her that well, but I know how much crap she has been through...
We are all for you Em, and we will help in anyway we can [although im rubbish at that stuff...])
*huggles Storm
*vanidhes again*
(wanna speak Sil?)
*nods* lets go back to my cottage, so we can fix Belle up
(Hear hear.)
(No. Because my problems are nothing compared to Ems. And because quite frankly if i talk the stillness inside me will break, and right now I need that stillness.)
Annabelle: Inky I-! *whimpers and screams again, jerking, struggling, locking up*
Mark: come on. Keep hold of her.
(okay Sil, I wont push you to talk)
*nods* okay *holds her tightly, making sure her broken arm was safe* Lets go *starts going in the direction of the cottage*
(Hear hear!)
...
(Thanks.)
Mark: *keeps pace with Inky*
Annabelle: *whimpers, trying to fight the wolf that wants to come out again*
*pace quickens* come on, we are almost there
hold on Belle, its going to be okay
*arrives at the cottage*
*kicks the door in* into the bedroom*
Mark: *closes the door*
Annabelle: *jerks and hisses at the pain, groaning*
shhhh, everything is going to be fine... *places her on the bed and activates the healing sigils*
*stands back and taps foot on the floor*
*turns to Mark* would you like anything? tea? cakes?
(Hey, Sil and Chloe... *hugs them both*)
(*huggles Awesomenaut* how art thou?)
Mark: I um I'm good..thanks...*is looking at his feet*
Annabelle: *lays there and groans, jerking still, the cuts healing over and the arm rightening its position*
(Hey Kas.)
*smirks* okay
How are you feeling Belle?
Mark: *blushes slightly*
Annabelle: *whimper* hurts..
(Hello.)
(Hey Soph! how art thou?)
*giggles* you can wait out in the livingroom if that would be better
*kneels beside Belle* do you feel another change?
Hey, Kas. Msd music lesson hopefully-ZF
(Depressed, Chloe. Yourself?)
(im okay)
(hey soph.)
Mark: *nods and waits in the living room*
Annabelle: *nods*
Okay Belle...don't try and fight it...all will be okay *gives a smile of encouragement*
(*hugs Silente tightly* Would you like to continue with the roleplay with Emmarra?)
Annabelle: *shakes her head* I don't..want to
(okay Soph. What did you last say?)
*smiles* I wont let the wolf do anything
("Emmarra: That is pretty... So could we go to sleep?")
(Okay, I think. Won't last.
Hey, Soph.)
Annabelle: *whispers* I don't like it..
Sure. *keeps her sigils lit up, wearing down her energy*
(brb gotta feed the cats.)
(okay Sil, and im free to talk Kassy)
itll get easier...probably)
Emmarra: *places her hands against the tree and pushes off, flipping over the branch and landing gracefully on to the flat one she made for herself*
(brb going to pop down to lidl)
*watches* hmm. Not bad. *climbs the tree like a normal person*
Annabelle: I..it hurts..
Emmarra: What do you mean?
The flippy thing. *reaches her platform*
(okay flick)
Emmarra: It is faster moving that way... *waves her hand, her palm glowing green* *the blankets of leaves cover them both*
Mhmm. And more showy.
*settles down, smiling at the leaves*
Hey...will me being able to understand you have any unwanted side effects?
Emmarra: Visuals are not important.
Not that I know of. Then again... I wasn't exactly sure if it would even work. But I... Actually... *frowns, taking out her book*
*flips to her stomach, watching Em*
Emmarra: *flicks through most of the book, reading* ... I... Yes. What I have is a passive translator... What I gave you was... It projects my knowledge of our language into your head... So it creates a weak psychic link... Which means if I'd die, you'd lose it. And it means if I feel something... *reads* particularly strong, you may feel a little of it... Same goes for me with you... Sorry... I'll remove it if you want...
So if your miserable..
Emmarra: Yes... You should be able to feel it... Can you?
Hmm..
*thinks for a moment, about how she feels*
Not much..
*pulls up the memories of how insanely happy she was after Viv proposed, letting that happiness flood her again, watching Emma to see if it'll cheer her up at all*
Emmarra: *frowns a little* ... Why are you so... Happy?
*frowns at her frown*
*clearly that didn't work*
*let's the happiness fade*
@Elleni: You're not in an author-author relationship. :P
(*hugs star* share your bubbliness...)
Emmarra: I'm going to go to sleep... *turns away, drawing her sword* *starts whispering to it in hushed tones* Please protect us whilst we sleep... But don't object if Silente tries to kill me... She will own you... You seem to like her, so I don't think you'll mind... *kisses her blade lightly* Thank you for staying with me... Throughout this... I know I may not look after you at times but... *sighs, letting go of the sword* *it drifts towards the top of the tree, emitting a soothing green glow from the blade* *the branches of the tree grow and bend downwards, forming a sphere of wood around them*
(Hello,
Rhos / Gar is here (which ever you want to use) )
*smiles at the green glow, pretending she didn't hear any of what Emma said*
Night Emmarra..sweet dreams.
*shifts to her side and curls into a ball, thinking warm thoughts*
(Hey rhos.)
(Hello Sil, how be you?)
(Hello Chloe, how be you?)
(Hello Soph, how be you?)
(Apologies. It seems I disappeared briefly.
I am depressed, Garrett. Yourself?)
Emmarra: *curls up underneath the blanket of leaves, starting to sob silently*
:) *hugs Sil*
. . .
I don't know.
I feel like any love or support I offer Em would seem false and like I was only doing it because Death told me too.
:/
But I genuinely believe that Em is an awesome person, and I really hope she's okay. :)
(@Garr I'm bad. You?)
*debates going over to hug Emma*
I just had the most awkward class ever. I was the only soprano to show up, I had to have a private lessoon...I still am recovering.-Zaf
(I rather agree, Star.)
Emmarra: *continues to sob, part of her sadness and loss getting transferred to Silente* *curls up tighter and hugs herself as she closes her eyes*
(I'm alright thank you (<that's to answer both Sil and Soph) *gives Sil a hug* (<which may help)
(ok soph, *nods* is there anyway i could potentially make you feel less depressed?)
(hey there Star, how be you? *offers hug*)
I'm fine, thanks, Gar. :) I just had a moment where I wanted to be mean. It was a bit scary. :P
How're you? :)
@Sophia: :)
*pulls on a bit of that happiness again, trying to get it to wrap around Emma like a warm hug*
(I sincerely doubt it, Garrett.
Star - why is being mean scary?)
(I'm alright thank you Star, and why did you have a moment when you wanted to be mean?)
(ok Soph)
Save me.....*curls up*-Zaf
@Tia: Do you mind people deleting comments?
That's an honest curious question. I genuinely want to know if it bothers you or not. If it does, that's okay and I'll try not to delete them, but if it doesn't then I may as well just go ahead with the warning that I might.
(*sprinkles glitter on zafs head*)
@Gar and Sophia: Being mean isn't scary. It was the fact that I wanted to be mean that was scary - I don't normally feel like that. It appeared without rhyme or reason, and that was why it was scary.
Emmarra: *sighs* Thanks for trying to help, Silente... But...
(I see, Star.)
BOO!
But?
(ok, fair doo's Star)
(Hello T-rex how be you?)
I BE ROARINGLY AWESOME
I HAVE SO MUCH GREAT POWER
I CAN EAT PEOPLE NOW
THIS IS A REVELATION
(Hello, Tyrannosaurus Rex?)
Emmarra: ... But I saw my people die... Everything I've ever known... Destroyed...
I just nearly died at the t-rex. Thanks for the glitter, Sil.-Zaf
(Sil once ate a trex. Still has some of its blood left.)
Was it stringy or meaty?-Zaf
I know...I was just rrying to help..
WELL, THE T REX YOU ATE MUST NOT HAVE BEEN AS GREAT AND POWERFUL AS I AM
*gives a bloodbag* There you go.
Maybe you guys can decide why Loki is actually scared.-Zaf
Emmarra: Thank you, anyway... *curls up tighter, settling down* *slowly falls asleep*
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