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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*bar straight ahead*
(okay Viv..)
(Ich bin gut durch , oder?)
Emmarra: Why shouldn't we go to the other one?
(Nm, a tiny bit of RP right now!)
*walks over*
(@Ed: bitte?)
*Heads to lake to clear head*
The owner is horrible.
*opens the door for Emma*
(Please what Viv?)
*smiles, seeing Viv*
Go ahead Emmarra, I'll be right in.
*slinks over to Viv*
Hello handsome.
(Ed: it's the same as saying Pardon? when you don't understand)
*has returned to his bar since his meeting with Silente (because of time travel shabooley) and is reading a note he just received from the future*
I see.
Emmarra: Okay... *walks into the bar, cautiously*
(Oh, sorry. I said "I am good thanks, you?")
(Isn't bitte thank you?)
Whoops, disappeared. How are you all?
(Danke is thank you Trip)
(Fine thanks Flora)
*Knocks on bar door*
*takes Sil's hand*
Hello beautiful.
I know that you worry about me when I'm gone so I decided to pop in and see you. Also I have a new knife for you.
(Ja, but bitte is more colloquial, sort of like saying thanks.)
(Whose bar is Emmarra in at the moment?)
(@Ed: actually what you said was : I am good through, but? )
(German is not my strongest subject, I am only predicted B)
My my you know how to treat a girl.
*smiles at him*
(Bitte can mean you're welcome if that's what you mean Trip.)
I'm well enough thank you Flora. Yourself?
(Sorry. Viv: Ich bin gut danke, du?)
(@Soph Ithe one inky frequents.)
No, only how to treat this one
*winks*
*pulls out a knife case*
For you.
(Who actually owns it? Are they here?)
(That's the one, thanks.)
(Also Ed, screw predicted grades.)
(Nicht zu schlecht, danke)
*The blue current creates a bubble over Trips bar*
(Your right rip. See what my mock exams are in a few weeks
@Viv Das ist gut)
*Trip
*despite the broken chord?*
(I don't think so Soph.)
*opens the knife case, grinning*
(Wie lange hast du Deutsch studieren?)
*The tubes were not affected. They cannot be moved. They are harmless though*
(Damn right I am. Forget what they think you'll get and just go and do as well as you can.)
(Ich habe studieren Deutsch fu((Insert umlaut))r vier jahre)
*inside is a knife made out of the letters V I V I L E N T E fused together to make an edge*
(Would you like to roleplay as the person behind the bar then, Silente?)
Emmarra: *sits at the bar*
*except for that halfling that you know, did. Except for Bob, totally immobile.*
(Our german teacher is useless Trip. SO I will try but I am not expecting a good grade)
(Trip, the tubes are simply a paradox machine)
(Ich auch! Ich mache das Umlaut wie dass Fu:r wann meine Deutsche Keyboard ist weck)
(Für)
Barkeep: *looks at Emma* what can I get you?
Oh my..
*takes it out gently, running her fingers over it*
(Yeah, but that doesn't make them immobile. And they were forced to stop working, so the dangerous looking energy would no longer work.)
I'm okay, Trip. Thanks for asking :)
(wir schreiben die meisten unserer Handarbeit , so dass wir nur den Umlaut hinzufügen in)
Oh good. :)
Emmarra: Via maur'i la'ir er b'erlia.
(The energy is harmless and will vanish in a few minutes. The tubes allow a paradox to occur within the boundaries but by removing them, the paradox will not be contained creating a problem as the paradox will no longer be ruled out)
Barkeep: *frowns* sorry what was that?
*the blade is even sharper than her best knife's*
*anticipation* well?
Emmarra: *sighs and puts her head in her hands* Mierl'ya.
... My... *thinks* Some... *points at herself* I... no English... good. *points at the door* Friend...
*hugs him tightly, careful not to stab him*
It's perfect..
(Für dich Ed. Ä ä Ö ö Ü ü ß )
(Danke)
(Which is why I'm afraid it must be destroyed. You being a time traveller out to get me and all. Terribly sorry.)
**Trip steps outside and methodically takes apart the paradox machine before it can complete his mission- energy is not something you want flickering around your bar*
Barkeep: ah. Okay.
*pokes her head through the door*
What are you ordering Emmarra?
*hold her there, softly rubbing her neck*
I'm glad that you like it.
*kisses her nose*
*Appears besie Trip as he dismantles it* I can keep going. We will be locked in this endless war. Or you could let me erase your memory
Emmarra: Could you help me? I was wanting to order a whisky... I'm thirsty so may need a large one...
To whoever was asking Storm about being able to use magic even though she's a vampire, Derek confirmed a while ago that vampires retained any powers they had before being bitten.
Ed.
Let it go. I am a safe place for your information.
Let me keep it, as a friend.
Do they? That's pretty badass.
(Hello Kes)
Trip, I don't trust people. Some call it my downfall. I read the information, and... I don't know what to do about it
Okay. *looks at the barkeep* whiskey, keep them coming. Start a tab.
Barkeep: *nods and thunks a whiskey down in front of Emma*
*goes back to hugging Viv, smiling* I love it..
Emmarra: Thank... you. *takes a sip of the whisky*
Trip, yeah. They're pretty cool.
Wbd, writing crappy Sexter fanfiction
*sits down on a nearby bench still hugging her*
I also brought a bag of blood if you want it.
*clasps his upper arms, looking him in the eyes*
It'll be okay, Ed. but you need someone here, someone else who knows. A confedant of sorts. You need me.
:P have fun.
(They do? Why did I not know this...I just figured that even magicless vampires could use sigils...OMG THIS CHANGES SILS CHARACTER COMPLETELY! Grrr!)
Mmm..i wouldn't mind it.
Barkeep: *nods at her*
*Looks scared* You saw the data. What do I do?
You all had better be damn proud of me, because I rode the Twilight Tower of Terror today.
Also . . .
*THE HMS MIDNIGHT HOTEL SAILS ACROSS THE BRINY DEEP*
Emmarra: *points at herself* Emmarra. *points at the man behind the bar* You?
*Looks scared* You saw the data, what do I do?
*takes out a package of blood and sets it in her lap*
It's the closest that I could get to an Italian dinner on short notice.
Storm, yes indeed.
Annika, how was it?
(Nah, sigils use yer magic.)
Stay here. Nothing but us can get you here, and we will protect you until every last one of us dies. And trust me, we never get wiped out.
(Go Clara!)
It was the most terrifying thing I've ever done, thank you very much.
In addition to that, I also found out the setting was a haunted hotel. So, naturally, I HAD to ride it.
Yo, Annika, what's up mah gurl?
I also bought souvenirs. A hotel key, and a proper hotel desk bell. Ding!
Now I've got a real hotel bell. I've never been prouder.
(Hello Clara)
But, the data. I was an experiment. A clone. They lied to me, I shouldn't exist
(*laughs evily and bounces* oh my do you see what this means? DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW BRILLIANT THIS IS?? SIL WAS TURNED BEFORE HER SURGE AND HAS FOREVER....SHE COULD MASTER EVERY DISCIPLINE! *cackles* WEEP PUNY MORTAL, THE END IS NYE!)
Barkley: Barkleys my name.
Trippington, my man, I'm still on a Disneyworld high, even though today's fun got cut short by a thunderstorm.
Nye: Say what now?
STORM THAT IS SO NOT FAIR KES WAS ALREADY LIKE A HUNDRED FIFTY GOSHDARNIT
(Clara, I went on that one last spring and it was awesome!)
(I rather think Silente is better just with sigils.)
Emmarra: ... Hello. You from *points at the ground* here? Earth?
Were you screaming in the photo? I look deceptively calm in mine. My face tends to do that when my mind is screaming obscenities.
Thunderstorms are more fun, not less!
---
And I'm just an amnesiac, but do I not deserve to exist just as much the man I replaced?
You were made, but you are no less alive.
(I was hollering my head off!! The ride operator's "tips" don't help at all!)
(*walks in frowning* Hello blogland )
They're not fun when you're stuck in one with no raincoat and a camera to protect.
I was a test to see how time travel affects my people. They made my memories, my life
Hi Garrett! Where you frowning?
(*goes power mad and cackles to herself evily*)
Thanks hun.
*kisses him gently*
Barkley: yeah I'm from earth.
I don't know where you were sitting, Vivanus, but where I was sitting, I had nothing to grab but the two gentlemen on either side of me. And as I don't tend to grab random strangers, I had literally nothing to hold on to as I plummeted thirteen stories.
Oh, hi Garret.
*hugs the Disney pirate*
*kisses her back*
Now, let's eat!
*makes a table for two*
*pulls out two steaks*
*creates a grill*
Some fire please?
(Hello Gar
Anni, as I am afraid of heights. When I went on that ride I was terrified)
Emmarra: *points at herself* Not me...
*enthusiastically hugs Tia*
Yar, the Majestic Pirate Crowley wants yeh to have a magical time at Disneyworld!
Yarr . . . this be an unexpected predicament . . .
*huggles happily*
I dedicate to Walt Disney, an incredible man with an incredible heart. Dreams do come true, and his dream started with a mouse.
(Hear hear)
(Hear hear?)
(@Clara hehe...Sil just got about 50x more annoying! *eyes bright and manical*)
Fire? Who says I can provide fire?
*smile*
Barkley: oh?
(Hello Kes, how be you? And I'm frowning because me and Chloe are having a text debate and we're both stubborn so you can see the problem) (I'm trying to win but its difficult)
(Hello Clars the pirate, how be you?
Hello Ed, how be you?
Hello everyone else how be you all?)
*rubs bridge of nose*
Damn it all to Hell . . . now I've got to contend with Silente 2.0.
I'm pretty good, Garrett :)
What's the debate about, if you don't mind sharing?
I think that you can by some means or mother but very well.
*puts molten metal in the grill*
*it is now very very very very hot*
*hands her her ultra rare steak on a metal plate*
*grills his for longer*
(Good thanks Garret)
(we're debating who is the bestest, Kes)
Emmarra: *has a larger drink of the whisky* *shows him her pointed ears* I... lied to friend. She thinks I *raises the glass of whisky* to live. Like vampire. But no. I just want drink.
Garrett, oh, then Chloe wins. :P
I'm not particularly here with any goal or purpose. I'm just here to enjoy being around you people.
*lingers*
Well now, I think Garrett be a contender for "Bestest."
(that's what I'm trying to tell Chloe, but she is being stubborn and is convinced i am)
(That's good Ed)
(Hear hear!)
Oh I have to go, byeeeee!
(Bye Kes)
(Goodbye, Kestrel.)
No, Kestrel, don't leave me! I love you!
*faints*
*wolves growl in the distant darkness*
*it begins to rain*
Good bye Kes,
and Clars I'm not the bestest Chloe is and she won't admit it *smiles* so I'm trying a new tactic (magically disappearing which I've done right now and I'm going to see how it works)
Thank you.
*starts eating hers, watching him*
Barkley: you shouldn't lie to friends.
Emmarra: Yes. That... true. *has more whisky* *sighs in frustration at her lack of English* *downs the rest of the whisky*
(gtg, bye)
*whimpers*
*reaches out at Edward's retreating back*
*whispers* Why does everyone I love leave me . . .
(Goodbye, Edward.)
(Goodbye Ed)
(everyone please answer this question honestly:
who is the best Chloe or Me?)
(I'm not leaving you Clara!)
Barkley: *thunks a fresh glass down infront of her*
(I am afraid I cannot answer. I do not believe people can be compared, especially to decide who is 'best'. Best under what parameters? One could be better at sport than the other, but generally? There is no such thing.)
*looks slowly at Silente*
*looks back at the empty darkness*
*repeats* Why does everybody I love leave me?
(Nice try Rhos -_-
im not really here btw)
Emmarra: Thank... you. Sorry for... not better... English. *has a drink from the whisky*
*looks around the bar* ... This, quiet?
(D: *hangs head due to Claras response* *sobs quietly*)
Barkley: its fine. Yeah the bar is quite quiet today *shrugs*
(Sorry, I was eating)
*puts his steak on a plate as well and sits down across from her*
(Shit! *hides in a Chloe proof bunker* )
I must go. Apologies.
*taps Silente on the shoulder*
*quietly* Cheer up, abomination. You'll always be my favorite.
*sails off into the darkness*
(*hugs Silente tightly*)
Emmarra: *has another drink* *places her elbows on the bar and puts her head in her hands, sighing*
*Silente begins to feel a little dizziness through the psychic link*
(Garrett, language...)
You cook well.
(*reads up '101 ways to murder someone'*)
Thank you.
*pours her a glass of blood*
*pours himself some wine*
Toast?
(*hugs Clara before she leave*
*hugs Soph*)
*blinks*
Woooah...
(sorry Viv *frowns and sits on a camping stool in my Bunker*)
Sorry...dizzy...
*smiles and takes the blood*
To us.
Barkley: you okay?
Sil?
You ok?
Emmarra: *has another drink, then downs the rest of the whisky*
To us!
*toasts*
(*orders a lot of new knifes and stuff*
*there is a demonic glint in her eyes*)
(INKY!!!! I'M HURT!!! YOU ORDERED FROM A NON-VIVANUS KNIFE SOURCE?!?)
(*sighs* sorry...I didn't mean to)
(*turns the news on*
newsreader: breaking news.....
Chloe is likely to murder Rhos, for an undisclosed reason)
(bull, Rhos -_-)
(im in a violent mood
I wanted to punch someone in the middle of lidl)
*toasts and smiles*
*sips her blood, nearly dropping the glass as a fresh wave of dizzyness hits her*
Barkley: maybe you should ease up..
(I'm only going by what the news is saying)
(and its a good thing you didn't punch someone )
(*Hands Inky a thousand knives and a target*)
(Got to go, goodnight all, Sil shall we continue later?)
Emmarra: No... Still... *points at herself* *frowns at her lack of English* awake...
(*smiles* thanks Viv bach
*charges for Rhos' bunker*)
(I will be back in a moment.)
(Byii Viv!)
(bye Viv..if you want to.)
*stumbles into the bar*
Barkley: *hands Emma another drink*
(I should be off to bed now...)
(Night flick.)
(Goodbye Viv)
(*Checks the door is locked* its locked, *smiles* good)
(I am back.)
Emmarra: Thank, you... *has a drink from it*
(night Inky)
Zaf... I seriously can't believe you'd do that to my sister... :'(
*falls into the chair next to Emma* watch the drink..
Barkley.: *frowns*
(Hello Rose)
Emmarra: ... Why?
"which ever one of them upset her, im gonna string them up by their IP so they never do it again!
she has spent the past two hours doing nothing but cry
shes in so much pain but she wont eat or drink and she has just fallen asleep from exhaustion cause its just been tears all day
shes not allowed back on there
shes not going through this ever again and i could do with your support on this matter
that bloggy thing is a no go area for her from now on." ~ Tommy.
You know what? I said that for Em. And I thought 'hey, they won't do it again. They'll all support her and they can help me to help Em get better!'
If any of you turned out like her, I'd always help. But now? I'm having second thoughts.
I'm sorry, but what you did to Em is unforgivable.
Don't talk to Em anymore, Zaf. Don't talk to me, either.
Only contact me if you NEED to.
Bye.
You're making me dizzy *puts her head in her hands*
Barkley: *collects the empty glasses*
'Only contact me if you NEED to <-- everyone)
Emmarra: Sorry... I... I just want to keep going until I'm unconscious... It won't make you unconscious... It only affects you at about half, I think...
(*hugs rose* ...im sorry if I did something wrong?)
Ugh...if this is only half then I'd hate to be you right now.
(Hello, Elleni. And thank you.)
Emmarra: Yes... I am finding it hard to keep my balance...
Right. No more for you.
*waves Barkley over*
Close the tab. How much?
Barkley: £27.96
*hands over the money*
I can tell her to fuck off all I want. I'm sick of her treating my sister like shit.
I'm sick of being held hostage to her whims. Being forced to be with Loki by her life, not being allowed contact from Blake 'Momma doesn't love daddy anymore!'.
I'm sick of it all. And Em's situation has pushed me over the edge.
So I can tell her to fuck off. I should have told her earlier, too.
Zaf was the one who did something wrong, Sil.
(@death you seem angry at all of us..)
Emmarra: You... Don't have to pay for me. I have no money!
(I can see why it was necessary, Rose.)
No. Don't email me. I don't want to talk to anyone in private.
Blame Zaf, Sil.
I'm paying for you. It's fine.
Emmarra: What money do you have on Earth? We... We use leaves. Special leaves...
Thank you, Sophia.
Now. I'm going. Because I don't want to end up like Em. With one of the people I once called 'sister', turning against me.
Bye.
We have lots. Euros pounds dollars...
(Bye rose..)
Emmarra: Are they leaves?
Coins sometimes, althought they're a bit like leaves in some cases. *hands her a five pound note* see?
Emmarra: That's... *frowns* Some type of parchment?
Yeah.
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