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the-poly-pan-ghoul said: Reminder that dictionaries the people who call you sexist for being "misandrist" are often written and approved of by white cishet men who get to decide this shit when they really shouldn't be allowed to.




okay first off what the fuck is going on with the word “dictionaries” like I don’t think its in the right place in that sentence because I’m not making any sense out of this
second white and cishet are not sexes and therefore have nothing to do with sexism just like being male/female/other has nothing to do with your religion and race
and finally as a female I believe that if you’re being a bitch to a guy just because he’s a guy you’re literally being sexist I don’t know why you would even think you’re not like
how about we just stop being dicks to people for things out of their control and just respect them because they’re human beings and they deserve that

First: it was just a mistype in the sentence. I completely read over it the first time.

Second: White and Cishet are both factors that contribute to a person’s overall privilege in society, and this privilege is a factor in how many people view issues. 

Third: Don’t use the word ‘bitch’. It’s a misogynistic word. 

Fourth: Sexism = prejudice + power. (This is accepted in the sociolgy community) When a man says ‘i hate women’ this sentence is backed by hundreds if not thousands of years of historical weight, is legitimized by society and media,and contributes to the oppression of women. When a woman says ‘i hate men’ she cannot oppress men. It is not backed by power, it is a reaction and exasperation from being oppressed. Think of it this way. If every woman woke up one day with the drive to oppress men..nothing in society would change. Men control most of the political, social, and monetary power. They create most of the media consumed and the laws that govern behavior. Women cannot oppress men, therefore women cannot be sexist or misandrist against men. They, however, can be prejudiced. And it’s natural to feel anger towards those who make your life harder. Women’s lives are made 500x harder by men. 

Fifth: ‘Don’t fight hate with hate’, ‘we’re all human beings’, and etc. all assume that the ground is equal. It’s not. Words have different meanings in different situations and used by different people. The difference between ‘i hate men’ and ‘i hate women’ is one is an attack, and the other is a reaction to being attacked. 

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It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

Not all men.

I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

Not all men.

Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

Not all men.

Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

Not all men.

Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…

I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

Not all men.

Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

Not all men.

It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.


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Okay so the Colbert Report posted a link to the Ellen Page interview, right


And I was already happy it was a fan favorite. But THE COMMENTS







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MacArthur Genius Grant Winners (You Should KNOW)

Alison Bechdel

(following from MacFound.org)

Alison Bechdel is a cartoonist and graphic memoirist exploring the complexities of familial relationships in multilayered works that use the interplay of word and image to weave sophisticated narratives. Bechdel’s command of sequential narrative and her aesthetic as a visual artist was established in her long-running comic strip, Dykes to Watch Out For (1983–2008), which realistically captured the lives of women in the lesbian community as they influenced and were influenced by the important cultural and political events of the day.

Garnering a devoted and diverse following, this pioneering work was a precursor to her book-length graphic memoirs. Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic (2006) is a nuanced depiction of a childhood spent in an artistic family in a small Pennsylvania town and of her relationship with her father, a high school English teacher and funeral home director. An impeccable observer and record keeper, Bechdel incorporates drawings of archival materials, such as diaries, letters, photographs, and news clippings, as well as a variety of literary references in deep reflections into her own past.

Bechdel composes an intricate, recursive narrative structure that is compelling on both the visual and verbal planes in Are You My Mother? A Comic Drama (2012), a meditation on her relationship with her emotionally distant mother seen through the lens of psychoanalytic theory. As in Fun Home, the images in Are You My Mother? do not always correspond to or illustrate the words; rather, they mutually interpret or often tug against each other, creating a space between them that invites a multiplicity of interpretations. With storytelling that is striking for its conceptual depth and complexity in structure as well as for the deft use of allusion and reference, Bechdel is changing our notions of the contemporary memoir and expanding the expressive potential of the graphic form.

Alison Bechdel received a B.A. (1981) from Oberlin College. She is the editor of Best American Comics (2011), and her comic strip work has been collected in numerous volumes, most recently The Essential Dykes to Watch Out For (2008). Her work has also appeared in such publications as Slate, the New York Times Book ReviewMcSweeney’sGranta, and The New Yorker.

Additional KNOWhomo Posts on Bechdel:

Alison Bechdel

Dykes To Watch Out For

Fun Home (Graphic Novel)

Fun Home (Broadway)

Fun Home “Changing My Major” (Song from Fun Home)


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I want to see a reality tv show where straight dudes have to read the shitty messages they send to women to their mothers.

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The anthropologists decided that this tribe was to remain “uncontacted”.

This is one of the best things iv seen today


I see this shit every year since 9/11…this mentality boggles my mind. #911wasaninsidejob #falseflag #septembereleventh #truth #nineeleven #neverforget #rant

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