“Every time someone says we don’t need feminism anymore, things like this come to mind. Due to insufficient dowry this young girl’s husband lacerated her face with a razor blade.” (Gwalior - India) - ph. Adrian Fisk
my mom has been a cop for over 20 years and she is the one who constantly warns me about police aggression and young male cops and told me that if you’re ever alone on a rural road and a cop throws their lights on to put on your four ways and drive to the next gas station before stopping because so many cops are scum and it’s not worth the chance of getting hurt. the fact that SHE feels the need to tell me this shit scares me to death
This Sunday, in central Texas, four women and their families sat down to a big lunch together. It would have been a wholly unremarkable scene, but for one thing: Three of the women were only recently released from prison for a crime they say they didnt commit.
And all because one man felt it unjust that a lesbian refused to marry him.
This makes me so angry. I’m disgusted.
This is Lesbophobia, tell me again this shit is imagined.
Content warning for rape @ the link
Classical pianist and YouTube sensation Yuja Wang is making her Celebrity Series of Boston debut on Friday night, and there is some debate in the classical world about whether or not the dresses she wears make for proper attire.
What do you think? Should it matter what a classical pianist wears while performing?
Plays Sergei Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 3, aka Rach 3, one of the most difficult songs to play in the world, the notes on the sheet music is described as being so dense it looks like a phonebook.
World shits itself because of what she’s wearing.
The world would rip a woman to shreds over her socks before daring to acknowledge her accomplishments.
HOW ABOUT PEOPLE FOCUS ON THE MUSIC INSTEAD? THE THING THAT YOU DO WITH YOUR EARS WHEN YOU GO TO CONCERTS?
It’s not about sexism it’s about tradition in the genre you idiots stop fucking turning everything to some sort of conspiracy
"it’s not about sexism it’s about tradition"
and traditions have never been the product of misogyny and oppressive behaviors before, right?
refers to the conservative christian owners of the giant Hobby Lobby chain of stores having won an injunction against Obamacare’s birth control requirement, allowing the for-profit company to withhold contraceptive coverage from its employees. The Supreme Court is now to review the case ..(here)
Guess where NOT to buy felt this holiday season?
"My body, my choice" only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.
Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.
See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon.
Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy.
To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died.
You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies.
reblogging for commentary
When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty. The world teaches you that the way you exist in it is disgusting — you watch boys cringe backward in your dorm room when you talk about your period, blue water pretending to be blood in a maxi pad commercial. It is little things, and it is constant. In a food court in a mall, after you go to the gynecologist for the first time, you and your friend talk about how much it hurts, and over her shoulder you watch two boys your age turn to look at you and wrinkle their noses: the reality of your life is impolite to talk about. The world says that you don’t have a right to the space you occupy, any place with men in it is not yours, you and your body exist only as far as what men want to do with it. At fifteen, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. At almost thirty, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met still somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. They are children. They are children.