Generally, when I have a complaint about a product or service — even ComCast! — I tend to approach my complaint by prefacing it with an acknowledgement that there are real human beings on the other end, and while I may be angry or frustrated, I’m not meaning to take it out on them and sorry if it comes off that way, etc. etc. I do that because I worked in customer service of one kind or another for a long, long time and had to smile while people told me offensive shit about me, my coworkers, and the products we made.
Tell that to Cindy Phillips, who saw a pair of socks she thinks are sexist and decided to write to the company, BlueQ, thusly: “I hate everything you stand for and your stupid, ugly, antifeminist socks.” Keep reading »
So it turns out Siskel and Ebert were cool as fuck: In this 1980 episode, they address the rash of exploitation horror movies released in the very late 70s and early 80s – and continued through the 80s — that used violence against women as the foundation for the film. I love the horror genre, and I’ve seen almost every single one of the movies that they mention in the course of the 30 total minutes of their “Women In Danger” episode, and I can verify everything they’re saying. Keep reading »
This is why people think fashion is stupid. Because designers like Karl Lagerfeld, who seriously could give two shits about women’s rights, co-opts the feminist movement as some sort of aesthetic inspiration for his fashion mood board and then parades an array of mostly white, skinny models down the runway holding ridiculous signs like “Free Freedom,” “We Can Match The Machos,” “Be Your Own Stylist,” “Boys Should Get Pregnant Too” and “Tweed Is Better Than Tweet.” I get the tenuous connection between the designs for his Spring 2015 collection, which was basically his take on fashion for working women, and the second wave feminist movement, I GUESS, but come on. This is so dumb it hurts my eyes to look at.
Anonymous dicks on the Internet have told me a few times that I’ll never get a boyfriend because of my feminism. First of all, oh noes, because being single is so bad and women’s lives are meaningless unless a man validates us with their commitment. Second of all, what? I’ve had a boyfriend for a year and a half. They go on to claim that the only men who date or sleep with feminists are some variation on the word “fag,” which I take to mean effeminate, which is sometimes the case and sometimes not. I will say that my boyfriend is extremely masculine but does not engage in the desperate, hyper-macho mindset that leads people to call other people some variation on the word “fag” as if it’s an insult. That, or they’re “white knights,” or male feminists who are only in it for that sweet, sweet feminist pussy (which is weird, because they’ve also made really vile remarks about my vagina).
Anyway, what I’m getting to is: All of the anti-feminist assumptions about my love life as a feminist are predictably wrong. Tick — I have a boyfriend. Tick — he’s not effeminate (although it’d be fine if he was). Tick — he’s not a feminist, either. Keep reading »