The wonderful El Gibbs (@bluntshovels) writing about the glaring omission from All About Women Festival: All about able women
Edited to Add: Relevant to our interests, here is the great Mikki Kendall, who recently co-launched a blog at Hood Feminism, writing at The Toast about the problem of abusers & enablers in progressive spaces. /Edit
There is a lot of violence and rape culture stuff discussed at these links, so if that’s not stuff you can read about, be warned and do not click the links!
Did anyone else read this piece by Jay Roberts, I Met A Convicted Serial Killer, and He Made Me Feel More Loved Than Anyone Else In My Life?
As a young Marine, Roberts met Randy Kraft, who is now believed to have murdered as many as 100 people between 1971 and 1983. Roberts survived the encounter, and actually had no idea at the time that he was in any danger, realizing only much later when Kraft was caught that he…
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Julia Gillard has been subject to a huge amount of sexist and misogynist rhetoric since she took office. I don’t always agree with her politically, but descending to the sort of bile exhibited by those opposite her have used is absolutely repugnant. Critique the policy if you will, but leave the personal attacks out.
Up until this point she has maintained a fairly stoic silence on this front, but this rebuttal is worth the wait. The sad bit of me wonders which shock-jock or newspaper polemicist will use the terms “hysterical”, “screeching”, “shrill” or similar first and show that by them, the point will always be missed.
“The week after my 30th birthday, my best friend had me committed to a psych ward. Two days later, I had emerged with a life-changing diagnosis. The hard part hadn’t even started yet.”
I read this post a few weeks ago. I didn’t cry, but I did let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
Everyone’s different, but that’s how it feels to me when I read a story that resonates so deeply with me that it makes me feel that from this point on I will breathe easier, just having borne witness to someone else’s journey. I was lucky that I was not hospitalised. And I use luck in the sense that it had nothing to do with me or any coping skills I had, it was just the weird happenstance that I had a mother who was working in the mental health field at the time who watched me, while making frantic calls to line up a decent psych referral. It did mean that I could be in a familiar place physically, even if not mentally. It probably was not a great thing for Mum’s mental health. You just don’t have the distance when it’s your own.
I love hearing stories of recovery. It’s why in my personal life, I’m not super-shy about sharing my own. I do get pissed when certain friends asked “if I’ve been taking my meds?” when I display any uncomfortable emotion. But sadly, women get challenged on the validity of emotion-sharing all the time, so that kind of gets filed with the sitcom-standard “have you got your period?”, although in both cases my respect for the questioner gets less every time. They’re not showing concern, they’re invalidating your response and making you question whether you really are falling apart again. It’s bullshit and unfair. /rant
I was linked to this via Something Wonky.
I am often horrified at how difficult it is to explain privilege, and how much I then panic and start just putting random phrases (“hierarchy of oppression”, “intersectionality”, “mansplaining”, “fuck off/fuck you”) into an arbitrary order until my head explodes.
As a feminist and a gamer (Dwarf hunter! – don’t tell the cool kids), I really liked this way of explaining.
I’m late to this, but words can’t describe how much I love it.
Random acts of defiance, and how having a picnic with some neighbourhood kids is actually an amazing act of political will, resistance and subversion: