related: liiiiike if men wanted to see women wearing revealing clothing, why do the very same men effectively punish women for wearing revealing clothing through an extra dose of harassment? seems. counterproductive! to their ostensible goal.
hmm hmm hmmmmm.
5:29 pm • 15 October 2014 • 7 notes
you would THINK that if street harassment were about men acting on their ~*~untamable, innate biological desires~*~, and/or about some attempt to ~*~please women~*~ — and not about, say, some kind of insidious performance of power and domination and control of women’s bodies — they would attempt to act in a way that would make women desire them and/or feel good, and not in the literal exact opposite way.
5:23 pm • 15 October 2014 • 11 notes
“Still, even now, when a woman says something uncomfortable about male misconduct, she is routinely portrayed as delusional, a malicious conspirator, a pathological liar, a whiner who doesn’t recognize it’s all in fun, or all of the above. The overkill of these responses recalls Freud’s deployment of the joke about the broken kettle. A man accused by his neighbor of having returned a borrowed kettle damaged replies that he had returned it undamaged, it was already damaged when he borrowed it, and he had never borrowed it anyway.”
from Rebecca Solnit’s very, very excellent piece, ”Silencing Women,” in this month’s Harper’s.
undoubtedly related to the way people of color are routinely maligned when speaking about racism!
something to keep in mind whenever you find yourself in the position of relative power!
2:15 pm • 15 October 2014 • 36 notes
october in queens // october in vermont
6:03 pm • 14 October 2014 • 20 notes
you guys ever think those short story writers who are publicly, repeatedly, like, “every sentence must be leading to the great crescendo that is The Point, every word perfect" etc. etc. are just trying to like. intimidate people from the genre/elevate their own worth? and more importantly do they have friends? have they ever had ANY FUN?
2:52 pm • 14 October 2014 • 24 notes
it’s like. i tolerate so much aggression from men, all the catcalling and groping in crowded spaces and friends who “joke” about how they want to fuck you — i still see someone socially who i am 95% sure roofied me once, because “how can i be sure,” and we have so many friends in common — and the rape jokes, and the begging for sex when you’ve already said no, and the endless assessment of women’s bodies, and the relentless defense of men who do these things. ”it’s biology.”
but increasingly i conflate these violences with greater violences. and i don’t think i’m wrong to do so.
11:41 pm • 9 October 2014 • 18 notes
A girl disappeared in my college town. It’s been in the news a lot around here. Disappeared, I mean, she’s dead. It’s been weeks and weeks, they found the guy. They just can’t find her. Anyway, one journalist has put together a timeline of the guy’s actions that night, and they’re all like, bothering women in bars, touching them after they say to stop, following them. All disturbing, but all normal. None of this is a surprise, obviously! Oh, also, he almost certainly killed another girl five years ago. Anyway.
I mean we’ve all been touched in bars, all have had guys keep putting their hands on us, in public, in front of people, and they just kind of get to keep doing it because?? Because. Been followed? Naturally. Been low-level stalked by randos? Sure. For me, none of it ever like “”“amounted”“” to very much, you know? What I mean is I guess no one ever killed me. You see what I’m saying. But ANYway what is making me so mad tonight is the fact that I feel like it’s almost like a part of a larger scheme to muddy the waters. To be like, oh but that time nothing, oh but that time eventually, oh but then he was in my English class and he was basically all right. Because you just, or I just, CANNOT be that careful. You cannot. It’s almost all threat and no follow through at that level. Like laying this horrible scaffolding and being like, not me not me not me, so that one of them can climb it someday.
UGH NEVER READ THE NEWS I GUESS.
yesterday, when i was telling my mom about a short story i’m writing, she said, “not all men are bad. what about your father?” i said it wasn’t about “bad” or “good.” it was about how men, even good men, even men we love, become complicit in a very, very bad and broken and rigged system. but still: “what about your dad?” i think i upset her, and i regretted it.
today she and my dad got in a fight. my dad saw in the news that in queens, where i live, a man slashed a woman’s throat because she wouldn’t talk to him. my dad said, “maybe katie should carry a weapon,” and my mom said “she shouldn’t need one.” he said, “when men harass katie she should say, ‘my boyfriend’s a cop,’” my mom said, again, “she shouldn’t have to.” and she got angrier and angrier because what she wanted him to say, and what he would not say, was “yes. she shouldn’t need to. men should not behave that way.” that this behavior is inexcusable. that women should not be fearful in public spaces.
what is this fucking circling of the wagons! what is this relentless defense of power, by ostensibly good men, by men we trust!
10:53 pm • 9 October 2014 • 28 notes
invented a new super flattering instagram filter it is
frito grease on your phone’s camera lens
10:31 pm • 9 October 2014 • 9 notes
sometimes i really get a kick out of my hometown’s wikipedia page
someone reblogged this ancient lynnwood post and now lynnwood is all i can think about. here is a beautiful sweatshirt i “designed” today that could be mine for a MERE $38.75. if i find $40 on the ground you know where it’s going:
10:25 pm • 8 October 2014 • 17 notes
halloween costume idea: sexy karl ove knausgaard
10:19 pm • 7 October 2014 • 8 notes