I know it’s trendy to fight the system and cry that we are all becoming slaves of technology, but this attitude overlooks that computers and phones are tools for communicating. When someone thinks I’m an idiot smiling at a machine, I’m actually smiling at my girlfriend who is 10000 miles away and whom I would have never met if not for these newfangled electronics. As they say: when the wise man points to the moon, the fool looks at the finger.
This is a topic that I’ve been wanting to tackle for a while now; much credit to this excellent post for bringing it to the front of my brain.
I’m always amused when women, especially white, cis, straight women, take on this “well, I don’t see how Feminism benefits ME, so fuck it!” mentality.
Because, like, ok, perhaps you have enough privileges that the impact of systematic gender inequality is pretty mitigated for you. Sure.
But, like, do you not give a shit about your sisters? About your sisters of color, and LGBTQIAP+ sisters, and disabled sisters? About your sisters who ARE targets of violence, who are suffering?
Because lists like this only betray 2 things, a) That the person who wrote it does not understand the sociological concepts and theories that lay the foundation for much of feminist theory and b) that they don’t give a shit about anyone less fortunate than themselves in regards to marginalization and oppression.
OP is on some ignorant shit.
how to completely misunderstand and misrepresent feminism, while showing arrogance, ignorance, and complete disdain for those who are suffering: a photo post by someone with no concept of oppression
Also, if you think the patriarchy doesn’t affect you, and that you aren’t a target for violence, be it general or sexual, you might want to sit down, because I have some seriously bad news for you
my name is natalie and i’m fat. i’ve been more fat than i am now. i have been less fat. i’ve been the same fat. i’m fat from the side, fat from the front, fat from the back…you get the point.
fat girls have been lied to over and over in many ways our whole fat existences - told that we are restricted to certain styles/trends of clothing because anything too tight/short/revealing isn’t ‘flattering’. told that we should be glad to be hit on/cat-called by creepy men because hey, at least it’s something, right?! told that the world isn’t open to us and that we can’t be incredible creatures because we’re fat. told that we’re ugly/undesirable/weak/stupid/disgusting. told that we don’t deserve to be loved…or even to live.
it’s not true. none of it is true.
people ask me often - “i hate myself. how do you do it?” it’s simple.
one day, i decided that i was worth greatness, whatever size i was or wasn’t.
i wish i could go back to awkward, shy 13 year old me, look her dead in the eye and tell her that she. is. perfect. tell her that she can go anywhere, be anyone, wear anything and that she will always be important and will never, ever, ever be merely ‘the fat girl’.
i won’t drown in sweat in texas summers to cover my fat arms in sweaters or shield my thunder thighs from the spring breeze just because you don’t want to see them. my fat arms and thunder thighs have always been here for me when much of the world wasn’t. i won’t be beat down by people who do not care if i cry myself to sleep at night.
my mom has always told me that i am my biggest fan and ya know what?
you’re allowed to feel good. don’t let anyone take that away from you.