"The truth will set you free. But first, it will piss you off." -Gloria Steinem
I think syyskuu linked to this recently, but I only watched it today:
"Advertising sells ideas of normalcy"
a.k.a.
Why all women should be feminists.
For those of you who claim they ain't got no 34 minutes for this shite, I suggest to estimate the time you spend under the influece of advertising on a daily basis.
The thing made me fucking cry. I'm just a weak woman who can't face the struggles of the world. Nope, I can't - I carry them on my shoulders and get crushed. I pick up myself again and again, try to stay calm, composed and rational, to be able to convince a few of the importance of the matter. Because the weird thing about feminism is that it's not a respectable cause since you're fighting for yourself. Yourself in the most crucial meaning of the word, the right for self-definition.
It is weird how it's linked to the supposed sexual power of women. It's a power that's attributed to myself just because I happen to match the definition of the object of men's desire. I have zero power in defining this power: I only have the possibility to use it because of a strike of genetic luck and my youth (that's quickly going - and good riddance too).
To all of us "lucky ones" in this particular "power position" I say: use it wisely, use it well. For me, the right for defining myself does include the right for prettying myself up, putting on my femme gear or giving in to temptations without fearing for the loss of reputation or anything as silly as that. But if you give in a bit, you're expected to give in the lot: high heels with unshaven legs just don't cut it.
It's like bisexuality. The impossibility of the in-between.
And the responsibility for the future generations. I gathered all my courage and mailed the Ella organization which educates young girls about feminism. I'll be going to a couple of meetings and then, possibly, to some school to talk about some issues with some girls. Damned if I don't. So, keep your daughters behind locked doors - vzio's coming to emancipate!
"Advertising sells ideas of normalcy"
a.k.a.
Why all women should be feminists.
For those of you who claim they ain't got no 34 minutes for this shite, I suggest to estimate the time you spend under the influece of advertising on a daily basis.
The thing made me fucking cry. I'm just a weak woman who can't face the struggles of the world. Nope, I can't - I carry them on my shoulders and get crushed. I pick up myself again and again, try to stay calm, composed and rational, to be able to convince a few of the importance of the matter. Because the weird thing about feminism is that it's not a respectable cause since you're fighting for yourself. Yourself in the most crucial meaning of the word, the right for self-definition.
It is weird how it's linked to the supposed sexual power of women. It's a power that's attributed to myself just because I happen to match the definition of the object of men's desire. I have zero power in defining this power: I only have the possibility to use it because of a strike of genetic luck and my youth (that's quickly going - and good riddance too).
To all of us "lucky ones" in this particular "power position" I say: use it wisely, use it well. For me, the right for defining myself does include the right for prettying myself up, putting on my femme gear or giving in to temptations without fearing for the loss of reputation or anything as silly as that. But if you give in a bit, you're expected to give in the lot: high heels with unshaven legs just don't cut it.
It's like bisexuality. The impossibility of the in-between.
And the responsibility for the future generations. I gathered all my courage and mailed the Ella organization which educates young girls about feminism. I'll be going to a couple of meetings and then, possibly, to some school to talk about some issues with some girls. Damned if I don't. So, keep your daughters behind locked doors - vzio's coming to emancipate!