Women firefighters after the attack on Pearl Harbor.
From Life magazine series Women in the Fight.
WOW.
WOW^2!
I posted a link to MFIF on my Facebook, and a male acquaintance posts the following comment:
“I have said and done like all of those things to women, it’s no big deal. Learn to take a joke.”1. I wasn’t asking you, nor was I judging you.
2. Who’s the one who’s blowing it out of proportion? Hint: It’s not me.
3. I now have a story to submit! I guess it’s #MFIF
from My Fault I’m Female
This is a website of stories about women being treated badly because they’re female. The way (these) women are treated is appalling, and I have a hard time reading through more than a few pages without wanting to cry or going appocalyptic with rage. Good reading for anyone who thinks things “like that” don’t happen very often.
Mr. What About The Men
“The real problem here is all these false rape accusations that are destroying our society! 90 million men are falsely accused of rape every second! A woman just has to sort of mumble a word starting with ‘r’ and a man instantly gets a life sentence! There are no instances on record of a woman actually being raped!
The People You Meet When You Write About Rape.
It just gets better from there.
(via notemily)
(via notemily)
Killing Us Softly 4: Advertising’s Image of Women
My mom sent me this video. I love my mother more than anyone.
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Watch this. The FIRST THING she says is something that really resonates with me. So often, I hear, “Stop getting so offended. It’s just an ad, that’s what they do! They’re trying to sell a product.” Saying that is just as bad as, “It’s just a joke, don’t get so uptight.”
Ads and jokes are a reflection of what society thinks is normal, and they also normalize things… It’s cyclical, so unless we get up in arms over these things, problems will only perpetuate.
“The supermodel Cindy Crawford once said, ‘I wish I looked like Cindy Crawford.’”
You won’t know which of them would really do it, and which of them would do it just to play along, and which of them would walk away from you. If you were beaten, if you were drunk, if you were drugged- hell, if you were just scared. You wouldn’t be able to tell. You would have to be afraid, because you can never, ever know.
That is why women are afraid when men pass them on the street. That is why women are afraid when they go to the grcoery store at night. That is why women are defensive when they get compliments, when a stranger talks to them, why they’re “bitchy” or “not any fun”. Because we don’t know. We CAN’T KNOW if you are one of them or not just by looking at you.
RoseRedHoofbeats - No Means No
Something is wrong with society. I can feel it. I feel it every day, to greater or lesser degrees. As I eat in restaurants, or go grocerey shopping, or walk down the street. As I exist as a woman. Some days it effects me more than others. Some days it bothers me more than others. Some days I can almost forget. Today just reading this article cut me so deeply it’s a wonder I didn’t bleed dry. It made me want to do something. That something was start this tumblr. It’s not much, but at least it’s something. Something that I can point to when people ask me what my problem is and why I overreact to certain word or jokes and god, why the hell can’t you just chill out already? Something I can show my daughters when they’re old enough to understand. Or when they’re not old enough, but they need to understand because this shit will start happening to them soon—is happening to them already—and it will only get worse once they start growing boobs which, given their genetics, will probably be sooner than any of us are ready for. Maybe someday I’ll have the time and energy to do more. I hope that someday is soon. But until then, at least I can add another voice to the chorus. To say this is wrong. This is not funny. It’s not okay. It is not remotely CLOSE to being okay. And to keep saying it until it is so well accepted that people wonder why I am bothering to state the obvious.