Samstag, 18. April 2015

About Virtue and Order

The virtue of feminism


A lovesome towards feminism. By a feminist who loves freedom dearly.


Trigger warning
No Triggers ahead. 



Freedom is dangerous. Freedom is dangerous because if one has absolute freedom, he could do whatever he wanted. Like, for instance, kill someone. Or torture someone. Maybe some guy gets the idea that even rape might be a good thing, and then its just downhill from there. Where thoughts are allowed to run free, moral decay and certain doom aren't far away. Like in Sodom and gomorrha.

That's why we need an authority. An authority to cancel out all bad behaviour. And since we know, all bad behaviour stems from patriarchy, we just have to ban oppression. This means we need an authority that isn't an authority. Something everybody listens to, but nobody feels oppressed by. And this would be feminism, of course. Everyone's favorite subject!

Feminism is the one and only saving grace in a time where moral decay like slut shaming, victim blaming and the thought of "rape is ok, everyone does it" is endorsed. We all need to open ourselves up to feminism, open ourselves to salvation. We swear to check our privileges so no one is saviour and everyone is salvation because everyone and everything is equal and accepted.. We're all the same. Millions of People, but one beating heart. One feminism.

Let it be told, that thou should only look upon yourself and wonder of the oppressing. Find it, and tear it out of your soul as if it was evil seed and bad crop. Because feminism has spoken "thou shalt not be worth any less of a man's, you shalt be equal.", and so the lowly men have to check their privilege, in the sweat of their brow, whilst women reign over patriarchy, being equal and fair.

Don't dareth express the sin of privilege, or you shalt be eaten by the one-horned beast which is named the patriarchy. It will objectify you, for as an object of lust and desire for lowly men. Thine womanly eyes shalt not wittness those vile beasts lustering over your flesh, because your flesh is the of the innocent, of an angel to humankind, that of a feminist. These are my words! Listen and Believe!

Praise Feminism! Praise Equality!



Sing the name of the Saviour along with me,

Say: I am not oppressed

I am free


Of patriarchy

Dienstag, 13. Januar 2015

Diary 2 -- the trigger meets #gamergate

Diary of a victim of rape culture 
Vol. 2 - the meeting pt.1


Another Day, another triggered feminist. 

And #GamerGate


So, I have to tell you something, about our secret meetings. Yes, there are secret meetings in our feminist circles, but I'll tell you about it. It's nothing special, really. We just sit around and talk. When I think of it, we always sit around and talk. And drink various kinds of tea and/or coffee.


You could say we are some kind of feminist tea party. It's a Trigger awareness tea party, this evening. Well, I'll introduce the participants of this evening for you.


Strong male feminist, and a P.O.C.-Man, too.
First and foremost, there is me. I am just your run-of-the-mill feminist. I am attracted to men(Fixation of pater-complex, I know). Nothing special besides that. You should know me by now, if not, just read my other posts! Then, we have Caren, she is an polyamarous bisexual hetero-non-normative humankin who is into otherkins, (heterosexual bi-normative omniamarous, H.o.b.o.,) and an actual hobo, Our meeting circles demand to get at least 1 underpriviledged class member into our society, and this time it's just someone who begged for money outside on the streets. We told him "Hey, you wanna have a nice evening?" And he just came along, smiling and irritated as we helped him to get to where our meeting was. He sat in our circle like everyone else, mildly irritated.


Mittwoch, 10. Dezember 2014

1 in 5 women are raped


On casual sexual assault


TRIGGER WARNING
If you are triggered by the sole notion that a woman's experiences aren't 
automatically to be believed, don't read on.


As I was reading up on the sexual assault victims magazine, a weekly published magazine which deals with the victimhood of women who were or are about to be sexually assaulted, I looked up some numbers. The mag said, that every 1 in 5 woman was experiencing sexual assault in her lifetime.

Yet according to critics, the "1 in 5 woman"-statistic was a myth because it was lacking in quality. To these critics, I simply say, when a woman tells you about her experiences, the most radical thing you can do is to listen and believe. Because sexual assault isn't only forcefully holding someone down. Rape is existing in every layer of a woman's life on a day-to-day basis. Woman are raped in rape culture every day in a certain way. Rape culture even enables this abhorrent behaviour.

And the point is, if she feels sexually assaulted, she probably was.



So, let me explain why this number is so high, but let me say it through the voices of the woman on my campus:

"Until noon, I was raped multiple times. Let me explain. First, I stood up, and had to put on some makeup. rape culture forces me to make myself pretty for the boys, although i don't really want to. That's rape. As I was leaving my flat, I thought I'd go to a starbucks, and get some coffee, like usual to console me after my traumatic experience of putting makeup on (while I didn't want to). There, it happened again. A clearly misogynist employee of starbucks talked me into buying caffee au lait, although I wanted my coffee black. I bet he was racist, too." Nubriana, 23

"Yesterday, I had to ride a bus. It was really crowded, and I had trouble finding a seat for me. Because I was tired of shopping and trying to find the right perfume all day, I just had to sit down. There was only one seat left and it was next to a sweaty fat dude. I had no choice. I had to sit down next to him. I was facing away from him in disgust, surpressing my urge to gag for the whole ride but because I had no choice but sitting next to him, although I didn't want to - I was the victim. I had to experience rape culture with my very own body" Carol, 24

"Last week, I was raped 11 times during a time period of 15 minutes. I was walking down the street, to meet a feminist male friend. There were 5 men looking uninvited at me, one assaulted me because he whistled at me like you whistle at a horse, and one had the audacity to accidently brush my arm with his. But the worst of em all was actually my feminist male friend. My eyes witnessed in shock and horror, that there was a bouquet of roses in his hands, and there was this big patriarchal grin on his face. I didn't ask for this, and slapped it down to the ground, stomped on it and went home. An hour later, he tried to lie to me, saying that the roses weren't even for me. Sexist pig." Esther, 26

Needless to say, all those woman were in the vicinity of a campus or on the way to it.

Sonntag, 23. November 2014

Why #shirtstorm was right

On sexist T-Shirts


TRIGGER WARNING
If you are triggered by social injustice, don't read on.

When thinking about #shirtstorm, where a man was demanded to apologize for wearing an incredbily sexist shirt, you have to wonder why woman and girls all over the world are rightfully upset. So - why are they upset? And how can depictions of woman be upsetting to woman anyways?


#shirtgate. Notice the horrifed expression on the face of the poor woman, as oppression is taking place. Rumor says, she was tiggered by this interview.
I had a lot of conversation in my university with women in my gender-debating circle with it, and, as always, when we talk about highly emotional charged issues, tears were shed. Some woman were triggered, too, but I'll just have these Quotes doing the talk:

Diana F. 23 years old:

 " When I saw that picture, as well as the appalled expression on face the face of the female interviewer, I was like, wait. This remembers me of a thing, that once happened. You know, that one guy? At the bar? Who won't leave you alone after you, like, said, already "no thx"? The cometguy is the same kind of guy, and he's just as sexist. That's why I think STEM-education is sexist as well and that's the reason why I won't enter this field of education anytime soon."

Carola M. 19 years old:

 "I am a victim of the porno-industry. I started to work there because I wasn't interesting in college and higher education and wanted to have a quick buck. I am a victim of heavy drug abuse and general other feminist issues as well, but, I have to say, patriarchy made me do these things. Now, I'm a reborn feminist, and I find it incredibly hard to start my career in the STEM-field now, because his shirt is just unheard of, and this blatant sexism repels me."

Laura B, 27 years old:

"I studied engineering for 3 and a half years now and I don't feel welcome anymore because of this shirt. And I don't like it when men wear what they want whilst not thinking about what I would like to see. I have this problem kind of everywhere, what is a sure sign of patriarchy. This isn't worth it anymore, I'll better quit my STEM-field degree, it's just too much, this shirt broke the metaphorical camel's back.


Needless to say, all those girls were triggered as well and angry and sad. But how can we fight those injustices? How can we end woman's suffering altogether?

Donnerstag, 20. November 2014

Microphones - the hidden horror


Microphones


TRIGGER WARNING
If your feelings get crused rather easily by maybe-offending posts, you shouldn't read this. It's really not offending, but who knows.


typical sexist microphone
There are many hidden instances of partriachal oppression in our society. And let me tell you, those are the most terrifying of them all. Last week, I was at a conference about banning penis-shaped vegetables, as my eyes widened in dread. I couldn't even fathom the irony that was taking place at this particular moment. 

There she was, one of our speakers (better don't give away the name, bc harassment), speaking into a microphone. I may have to capitalize it to really give away what I mean. A microphone!

Now, please don't think I'm crazy. I know I'm kinda emotional right now, and I hope I can get this post clear to you without  having to repeat myself too often. I was emotional back then, too. Breaking into sweats, nervously skidding around in my chair, when the observation hit me. It's hard to write down, too.