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 3201 – 3400 of 4865 Newer› Newest»(Sil: meaty. Some of it was a little stringy, the tail wasn't very nice but its arms were the perfect size for lunch.)
*waves to Rexy* I dub thee, Rexy the T-rex.-Zaf
(May I suggest avoiding falling over, Tyrannosaurus Rex? I imagine that your short arms would not do much to protect you from the fall.)
You're welcome...*quietly* night...
REXY SUITS ME QUITE NICELY
I AM THE KING
YEAH
WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH ALL THIS GREATNESS AND POWERFULNESS THOUGH? O_O
Emmarra: *whispers* Night... *drifts off to sleep*
(Would you like to skip time a little to the morning?)
I have a suggestion, dinosaur, I suggest you ought to kneel before me. I am a king, you are an anumal that is merely....large.
I AM TOO GREAT AND POWERFUL TO FALL OVER, DON'T WORRY
I AM TOO GREAT AND POWERFUL TO KNEEL BEFORE SOME WEIRDO WHO ISN'T EVEN FROM EARTH.
(Rexy! I have an idea! We can itch your nose, since you can't reach, in return for not being eaten.)
(okay Soph)
*yawns, rolling and falling out of the tree*
I am a king, you mewling....wait can dinosaurs even....never mind. Kneel. You have a heart, do you not? I can make a T-Rex kneel....*points sceptre at the T-Rex* Kneel, boy.
Emmarra: *hears the sound of Silente falling out of the tree and her eyes snap open* *wipes the tears from her eyes that had accumulated during the night* ... Silente?
*groans* ouch...
((We need a Wall of Honor, and a Hall of Shame for Moments in Blogland. This is hysterical....Just put this into context, Loki who is like 6'1 telling a T-Rex to kneel. Holding the sceptre.-Zaf
Emmarra: What happened?
THAT SOUNDS SATISFACTORY, SILENTE.
(What is the scepter thingy meant to do?)
(*sits on the rexy's back* forward my friend *points on that direction* )
(If the dinosaur gets out of control we could always throw a meteorite at it.
As far as I'm aware the Sceptre can fire enough energy to only flip a police car, and can control people's minds or hearts or something? You touch their heart but control their mind or... It rather confuses me.)
(*itches rexy's nose*)
I rolled over..
Emmarra: And fell out of the tree?
Yes..
Emmarra: How... how did you manage that? I've been sleeping in a tree for nearly three hundred years, and never fallen out once... *sits up, the sword returning to its sheath on its own* *stands up, the leaves resetting to their normal position - along with the branches which formed a sphere*
*jumps from her branch, swinging herself down and landing in a crouch next to Silente*
[DOES A BACKFLIP]
[DOESN'T KNEEL]
[TURNS HEAD AROUND TO LOOK AT GARRETT]
ARE YOU MY MINION NOW?
I had a bad dream, I rolled over, I fell. *shrugs, getting up, wincing slightly*
Emmarra: Are you hurt?
(do you need minions Rexy?)
Nah. Just sore. *smiles*
Emmarra: What was the bad dream?
*shrugs nonchalantly* stuff.
Emmarra: It's fine if you don't want to tell me... But I would prefer it if you say you won't want to tell me over just saying 'stuff'...
What do people do around here for entertainment?
Entertainment? Talk, picnic, swim *shrugs*
I DON'T KNOW. I AM GREAT AND POWERFUL WITHOUT MINIONS. HOWEVER, MINIONS WOULD ALSO BE COOL IN SOME WAYS.
(*whispers* rexy is secretly my pet)
Emmarra: I... nearly drowned as a child... I don't like water... I mean, to drink, it's fine... But in a river or a lake or a sea... *shudders* I really do not know anyone... I've spoken to you... And... Dugglyn? for a little while... And that's it...
Oh..wanna conquer your fear?
(ok why not, I'm your minion (sort of but anyway) )
Emmarra: No... I mean, I'm fine looking at the water... It isn't a problem as such... But if I get in the water, especially if it goes over my head, I just panic...
*after several hours Zanida is curled up by the lake, silent
I get that..
Emmarra: I'm more comfortable in the forest... I feel at home... Say, what is the wildlife like here?
GOOD.
AS MY MINION, YOU WILL OCCASIONALLY HELP ME DESTROY PEOPLE AND I WILL OCCASIONALLY LET YOU RIDE AROUND ON MY BACK.
[ROARS AT SILENTE]
I AM NO ONE'S PET
I AM A GREAT AND POWERFUL EVIL OVERLORD TYRANNOSAURUS REX
Theres all sorts of animals. Wolves, butterflies, squirrels, snakes..
(*scratches behind rexy's ear*)
Emmarra: *nods* Good... *turns her hand upwards, her palm glowing green* *a squirrel runs and climbs on to her shoulder* *strokes it gently* Hello little one...
*smiles, watching her, and leans back against a tree*
Emmarra: *looks at her* What?
Huh? Oh nothing. *looks away*
(yay! *smiles* )
Emmarra: What were you looking at? *keeps stroking the squirrel*
You and the squirrel.
Emmarra: What about me and the squirrel?
*shrugs*
Squirrels are usually more timid.
Emmarra: Not with me... *her palm stops going green and the squirrel hops off and moves away, climbing into a nearby tree*
(I will be back soon.)
I can't believe we keep Zaf around.
She doesn't even TRY.
So I'm feeling disgruntled, but how are you guys?
@Trip: Try to do what?
You don't have to answer/have to answer here, if you'd prefer not. :)
Eh. This placeoften makes me disgruntled . . . :/
I'm fine, thanks. :) Making a Walking Dead-related birthday card, so drawing zombies, which isn't too bad. :)
You?
You know, try to be civil.
Well, I'm mainly disgruntled, and otherwise fairly neutral. I've got to pick between a water polo match and a cushy social event, so that's a dilemma.
You're telling people to be civil after our little adventure yesterday? Hypocrite.
You mean the one where we blew up the tower?
That's the one.
Yeah, that was TripTC.
Firstly, you could argue that he was never really impolite or deliberately broke any social graces of their society (apart from wiping out a large chunk of their data storage capacity, but from a simple manners perspective, they shot first, so it's kind of conjecture.)
But secondly, this is just Trip talking. Standard, real life Trip, who's disgruntled with Zaf for being very rude to someone who in no way provoked her.
(@Soph sorry fell asleep)
I can see that
(Hello all)
(And J agrees with you on that, the confusion was with the lack of parenthesis.)
(Wb Silente, hey Ed.)
(Yes, we older folk do do things a little differently, don't we?)
(Hello Trip and Blake, sorry I rushed the end of the story but I was trying to finish it before I left)
*slips poison into TripTC's drink without him seeing*
(Hello Sil)
I'm always just me unless stated . . .
@Trip: Yeahhhhhhhhhh . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
*Trip waits, not drinking the beer in front of him* Yeah, nice try Silente, but I'm not drinking. That belonged to that man over there. *points at the man who is now heading their way*
So, care to tell me why you're trying to kill me?
(hey Ed, how're you?)
Hey, Star, wanna sit around and talk about the good old days? I have rose tinted glasses!
(Fine thanks Sil, you?)
*Appears next to Trip* Thanks for your help
*watches the man* damn.
(@Ed sleepy)
(So am I Sil, I have an English mock tomorrow)
No trouble, friend. Shame you failed to betray me.
And Sil, feel any need to enlighten me?
One day old friend, one day. Glad I managed to get my data
(yuck. Exams.)
Not really trip no.
(Yup, one tomorrow and for the first two weeks of December I have 9 mock exams!)
(Then maybe you should get a little sleep?)
And I me.
I ask one thing. You delete the file on me. I am yet to read it but it contains... information
That is a shame Silente, because I'm afraid I'm rather good at finding out.
Often, through very painful means.
I don't care why, I just need a complete picture. Nothing will happen to you, I assure you. If you don't, on the other hand...
*he chuckles* Sorry Ed, I already read it and made more copies than you can destroy.
And don't try to manipulate time to prevent me getting it, you'll only cause a paradox.
*grins at trip sweetly* are you threatening me?
You want me to beg? *Kneels* Please, I am begging you to wipe that file. I can erase it from your memory, just that file. Please
(I am back.)
Emmarra: It's... nature. I like nature...
(Hello Soph)
Nature is nice.
Emmarra: It is... We integrate... integrated... it into every level of our society.
Terribly sorry Ed, too interesting. Don't worry yourself though, it's safe.
Oh of course, Silente. And I'm afraid I've become somewhat weaker in recent months, so my methods have become somewhat more damaging to your… complexion. *with the last word he brushes his hand over her rather beautiful, young face with a small smile*
How do I know I can trust you?
Why would I betray you?
Because you have information on me. I would owe you
*nods* it sounds beautiful..
()
*doesnt move away from trips hand*
*raises an eyebrow*
*he decides to move to more blatant terms, his facade falling*
I would run rods of energy of similar properties to boiling hot iron under your skin, causing horrendous injury to your muscles and burning and scarring all over your flesh.
Emmarra: It is... was... *sighs and puts her head in her hands*
Oh Ed, how little you know of me.
And how little you know me. I will not let this go. Let me erase your memory an delete the data.
*hugs her gently*
()
*winces slightly, hardly letting it show*
Emmarra: *hugs her back* I... I don't think it has sunk in yet... I understand it has happened and that makes me sad... But it feels like a bad dream... I wish it was... Thank you for looking after me.
You can try, Ed.
So, Silente, you can tell me, or your pretty little face, will start to be a little more scarred.
No harm to you, I just want to know.
Very well, if you wont give in *vanishes* *reappears holding his daughter with a knife to her throat* how about now?
You're welcome and..i get what you mean. It's surreal...
()
There's nothing to tell.
Nice try. *reaches into his pocket and presses a small sigil and the child disappears*
I plan for all contingencies, I'm afraid. And after I'm betrayed by you and cause an explosion that big, I take drastic measures.
So, you just, decided to kill me? Just out of the blue?
*Frowns* Fine, I will do this the old fashioned way. I could erase your existence if you want?
I dedicate to tea, for without it I'd have a most splitting headache.
Ed, you would destroy the universe.
(Hear hear)
Emmarra: ... Why are you looking after me? Why didn't you kill me?
It would be worth it. Now delete the data
I told you why last night.
()
Yep.
Emmarra: I... Okay... Is there anyone else around here?
(I will be back soon.)
There should be..
I'll do it later Ed. Now-
*Trip's hand leaps and grabs Silente's like a vice before she even registers it*
You have one last chance to tell the truth.
One.
*sighs* Why are you hurting the vampire? *stabs his arm*
()
*doesn't try to pull her hand back, face is calm*
I told you.
*Catches his blade hand and directs it into the wooden surface of the bar rather than his arm*
Because she tried to poison me, and I want to know why.
And I don't believe you.
Do you really want to continue with this defence? Because I'm not an idiot.
Debatable.
I am sure she had good reason. *punches*
*a sheild of solid energy much like steel appears in front of Ed's fist, breaking it unless he takes drastic action*
True, but even you don't just try and kill people without a motive.
()
Don't I?
*Hand breaks* I kill without good reason *holds arm in pain*
No.
And you Ed, are a special case.
So, Sil, fancy exrutiating pain, or walking free?
()
*yawns*
Let her live Trip. Why am I a special case?
*slips a little green cylinder from his pocket and snaps it against the bar, and suddenly they're in a cell with no discernible door or windows*
So, shall we begin?
*presses his thumb into her hand, and suddenly she feels a searing hot peice of metal break her skin*
*Shrugs and appears outside Trips bar* *Pours petrol around it and sets fire* *Sits by lake and drink*
()
*hisses, snatching her hand back, looking at her palm*
*the bar, being Zaf proof, is not affected by the assault*
*the energy retreats into Trip's hand, Silente's hand meanwhile has a hole about and inch in diameter gauged in her hand. It sizzles with heat from the energy*
So, a little sneak preview.
Damn *sits in bar and drinks waiting for data to load on laptop*
()
*winces and sucks her palm, licking the hole, not that she has saliva to cool it, no, she's just drinking the blood*
(I am back.)
Emmarra: ... Do you mind being my translator?
*sighs*
*he splays his hands and an opaque wall of energy appears between the two which progresses slowly towards her*
Of course i don't mind.
(Brb)
(Wb)
()
*watches the wall*
*stands, taps the sigil on her nose, and steps through the portal it generates, sprinkling a little dust onto the floor where she had been*
*closes the portal*
Emmarra: I... have a question. Do you have a way of getting alcohol?
*lobs a rock through the portal*
Alcohol...yeah, why?
()
*portal closes before the rock comes through*
Emmarra: I'm thirsty...
Alcohol won't help thirst.
Emmarra: No, you misunderstand... Vampires need blood. We need alcohol. It doesn't have an affect on us like humans...
*it does not matter, for Trip saw enough through the portal*
*As Silente enters the next room, Trip is sitting in a comfortable armchair, sipping a glass of red wine*
I've been meaning to ask, how do you use magic anyway, what with you being a vampire and all?
*raises an eyebrow, putting her hands on her hips* Mhmm.
()
*glares at Trip*
So, how do you do it?
Emmarra: I'm not joking. *pulls a small bottle of whisky from a pouch on her leg* See? I always have to carry some with me.
(Back)
*Reads through data* *Finishes almost crying* *slams laptop shut and smashes bar up*
...any prefered beverage?
()
None of your business.
Emmarra: It doesn't make a difference. Alcohol is alcohol... So is there a bar?
True, I suppose. However, why you tried to kill me rather is.
*Finishes and sits on the floor in the middle of the bar awaiting the return of the owner*
Helloooo
There are two. One I wouldn't associate with if i were you..
()
Is it though?
*if Ed is in Trip's bar, a tube of toothpicks are lifted from their container and speed out the word BEGONE*
(Hello, Flora.)
(Hello Flora)
(heh flower)
Emmarra: So... let's go to the other one?
*Waves hand and toothpicks rot and turn to dust*
*he smirks* I'm afraid so.
---
Hey Flora!
*More toothpicks spell out the message VERY WELL*
*Ed is picked up and launched from the door, which promptly locks*
*Sits outside bar thinking*
Sure
*heads towards the bar that isn't trips*
()
Look trip I can't be bothered with this, maybe reschedule for some other time?
(Hello Flora, Sil, Trip, Ed and Soph!)
Haha.
No.
(Herrow Tia!)
(Hello, Tia.)
Emmarra: *follows behind her* Are you alright?
(Hello Tia)
*Sets up a small line of metal tubes around the bar*
(hey Tia)
Yeah. Bit sore from the crash landing.
()
Haha
Yes.
*a peice of paper drifts in front of Edsaying: Please stop*
(hey Tia)
Yeah. Bit sore from the crash landing.
()
Haha
Yes.
I will pursue you relentlessly until you tell me. It wouldn't be too hard.
*Paper burns* *attaches wire to one of the bars and steps away*
Emmarra: I could fix that?
How..?
()
Okay think of it this way. What am I, a vampire. What do vampires do, hold grudges.
Emmarra: Healing you... Even if you aren't cut, you're still hurt...
Oh, and what did I do?
Will that have any side effects?
()
You know what you did
*Turns switch on and blue current surrounds bar*
Emmarra: No. None.
What, discovered your factory and covered your tracks when everyone in the world was into you? Really?
Okay then..
()
You put me out of the business. Or tried too.
*suddenly, the bubble disappears as a halfling removes one of the tubes with a pair of long plastic pliers*
*Tubes remain* *walks away leaving tubes*
(Guten Tag)
(Guten tag Viv)
(Hey Viv)
*huggles Sil*
...
Hello, Viv.
No I didn't. I actually advised you on how not to get rumbled, and so far all that's kept you in business is me making you invisible to the sanctuaries.
Anyway, I don't believe you, but hopefully you're sufficiently ashamed of why you did it and that's why you won't tell me.
(Herrow)
(@Ed: Wie geht es dir heute?
@Sil: Hey! I can't RP tonight but possibly this weekend
@Tia: Hello)
Emmarra: *her palm begins to glow red* *places it on her stomach, and the pain fades as she heals* *takes her hand away*
Are we nearly there yet?
()
*rolls eyes*
Bye trip.
*exits via portal*
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