i found this on okcupid today
the entire apartment is laughing really hard and i have won the game of “who can find the worst profile” as this is but a snippet of a 1500 word diatribe that essentially reads “go on a date with tumblr dot com”
I performed this profile aloud in its entirety and my brain couldn’t handle it, I began glossing over it in song and eventually I just started screaming in horror. It was amazing.
Today I woke up wearing man underpants and a stripey wifebeater. I think that is what these tank tops are called; I feel that is a misogynist thing to call them, but some people will insist it is not, so whatever. Point is: totes hot. Literally, it gets really hot where I sleep, because it’s right in front of a window and the sun shines through, so I sleep with as few clothes as I can manage without offending housemates when we are stumbling around to and from the bathroom/first thing in the morning/etc.
I had to go out into the real world today, the world where there are men who stare at my little boobs and yell things about my ass, so I had to pick out what to wear for that occasion. At first I was going to wear another wifebeater and purple shorts because I am rad, but then I realized that my boobs were too visible and my ass was not minimized enough in that outfit. So I changed it to a silky button-down, a jean jacket (a real ’90s jean jacket from the actual ’90s), and some plain black shorts (over the man underpants), and went out like that.
Then the day got chillier, so I went into a thrift store to buy a scarf. While there, I also saw an inexpensive dress, and decided to try on the dress. I am whatever about dresses; they are garments that I like to wear, the same as I like to wear trousers or overalls or skirts or anything, and that’s about it, but this one actually looked pretty awesome on me. And it was cheaply priced, and old but high quality, and it had a handmended place on it (that sort of thing really endears me to a garment), so I bought it.
Soon thereafter, the jacket and new scarf were not enough to keep me warm, so I changed into the pair of tights that I’d brought. While I was at it, I wondered if I should also put on the dress, since it took up more room in my bag. So I changed that too, with the shirt and scarf back on overtop, and suddenly I had a lot more room in my bag.
At that moment, I realized I was also wearing a dress, and I could have had a moment wherein I wondered: “What am I? My personality is not very femme, and my hair-wearing and grooming and self-carriage are not very femme, but this outfit is femme, am I femme? Does the fact that I wish to wear a dress at all mean I am femmer than I think I am? Does the fact that I usually don’t wish to wear a dress mean that I am butch? Does the fact that I just wear a dress the way I’d wear anything else mean I am butch? Will wearing a dress make me less butch? Which part of my personality is dominant? Or do they just cancel themselves out? Am I neutrois now?!”
But since I am radscum, I skipped trying to mindfuck myself and just thought, “That lesbian looks pretty good in a dress,” and gave myself a chin-throw in the mirror.
“For every lesbian you bully into sex [with penis] – a radical feminist is born.
For every woman you threaten with violence – a radical feminist is born.
For every woman who gets silenced in a feminist space for talking about women’s biology – a radical feminist is born.
For every woman who is intimidated into silence … [over] her valid criticisms – a radical feminist is born.
For every woman who is told abortion is “not a women’s issue” – a radical feminist is born.
For every man who tags pictures of his penis on tumblr as #lesbian – a radical feminist is born.
For every woman hating flyer passed out at michigan womyns music festival that says “real women have cocks” – a radical feminist is born.
For every man who says that he also gets a period – a radical feminist is born.
For every penis flashed at women in private spaces – a radical feminist is born.
For every “cotton ceiling” workshop you host in LGBT spaces – 5 radical feminists are born.
For every woman you mansplain to about what it is to be a *woman on the inside* – a radical feminist is born.
For every stupid message you send to a radical feminist who is far more clever than you – another woman sees your illogical shit for what it is &
- a radical feminist is born.”
- via
Just to reiterate something I pointed out earlier, now in a more easily rebloggable format!
Have fun with the death threats. Against a lawyer. And the many people said lawyer personally knows.
yeah for real. she’s a lawyer, an awesome lawyer too.
but guys also, she’s a person. you’re fucking repeatedly sending death threats to a PERSON. these aren’t just words, you aren’t just letting off steam, you are threatening to end the life of a real person
And the lives of HER KIDS, who are innocent in all of this and have never done anything to anyone.
It’s really MALE to threaten the lives of kids: isn’t that what men do to women in war? Kill their kids in front of them? If you’d like us to believe that this is not a war and that you are not enemy combatants, please stop using the language and tactics of male soldiers in a fucking war.
But how can women exist without men? You can only be in groups of women if you are talking about men. Otherwise you threaten the very fabric of the universe!
It seems like everyone had a really, really awesome time.
It is true! All of this is true.
And we did have a great time. Some shit went on that was shitty, in fact real shitty, and some shit was said and done that was absolutely not acceptable — but at the same time, women got together, largely felt safe with one another, and were able to have important conversations. Several decades-long grudges/beefs were settled, or at least put aside for the sake of the group. It was pretty astonishing and I was incredibly impressed with and pleased with everything as a whole.
Although I spent most of my actual time catering the event instead of participating, and thus admittedly missed quite a lot, I am unaware of anything being said that would warrant the leveling of rape- and death threats against attendees. As if there were such a deserving instance to begin with, which there isn’t.
(Source: paleotrees, via academicsilence-deactivated2012)
“disgusting depraved freaks”
- thatssoraven1990s via paleotrees
I agree. Cathy Brennan got even worse threats. For example, the one about being raped anally until she became permanently incontinent. I should be glad they ONLY want to kill me (or at least that’s all they’ll talk about online).
Good thing one of us is a lawyer …
“there weren’t any men around? you MUST be punished for your crime.”
- sendforbromina via paleotrees
Exactly. We were probably talking about them or scheming against them or something, and they MUST control that!
Actually, no. I think we were talking about something totally innocuous. Just enjoying the fact that we felt comfortable with one another and could hang out together without feeling ashamed about or judged for our bodies or clothing or ‘presentation.’ Take it out of the context of a dreaded female-only space, and you simply have a picture of women enjoying their own lives and the company of one another — which was, in fact, exactly what was going on.
Dudes, it’s not always about you, even (perhaps especially) when it’s without you.
My first indirect death threat on Tumblr!
(Over a picture of me laughing, hugging, and having an all around great and pretty ‘innocent’ time with my friends!)
WELL, JUST COME AT ME, YOU BEASTS. Fucking misogynists. What’s so scary about women being friends, relaxing together, and having a good time? I’ll meet you fuckers in Hell.
“[Gender is] not about having wanted to wear pink frilly dresses since the age of four or wanting to drive a fast car and liking football, it’s a system of power relations where women are subordinate to men – subordination that is kept in place by men’s violence or the threat of violence towards us.
All the behaviours and culture that flow from that are what femininity and masculinity are, but at the heart of it is male power over women, and in particular the use of rape against us, very often from when we were small children.
If you want to create a submissive frightened (feminine) person – rape them and then continue to threaten them with rape all their life – they probably won’t fight back and they may even come to identify with their subordination and believe that it is their true nature.
”
“Hating feminine performativity isn’t internalized misogyny. Misogyny is the hatred of females and femaleness. Femininity is a gender construct – it’s a collection of characteristics and traits that our society attaches certain stigmas too, specifically gendered stigmas that associates said attributes with being inherently for one sex. Hating the fact that patriarchy has always affiliated the least valued gendered characteristics with the least valued sex doesn’t mean that I hate actual females. By saying that hating femininity (a gender construct, a state of gender performativity) is the same as hating females (actual individuals, people of a particular sex) is to continue the patriarchal arrangement that those two things are synonymous with each other and interchangeable. That feminine equals female and female equals feminine.”
(via angrywomanistcritic)
(via the-uncensored-she)
