My doctors made it clear that there were two kinds of illness: those they could identify, and those that didn’t exist. My symptoms were simply shadow puppets cast by a mind that couldn’t control itself. I was confused. They were certain.
For the record: I’m really, really close with my wife. I love hanging out with her. I also love having dinner with female friends alone. Okay, being a former English major I otherwise would’ve starved alone in my room…
Seriously, some of my best friendships are based on having dinner – drinks included. Many of those nights felt intimate, sometimes we even talk about intimate topics – and yet, I don’t cheat on my wife. Penceites must be so confused.
I even think that having dinner with women who are not my wife make me a better husband/man/person. Through these 1-on-1 dinners and talks I get to hear stories and perspectives from women who are different than my wife (or mother) and this helps me being less ignorant. Less clueless when it comes to women’s issues in general. When I see how Pence and his ilk talk about women, their healthcare, and sexuality, I’d recommend that they have dinner with women who are not their wife more often. This whole thing is completely absurd once you add the fact that gender isn’t a binary and not all people are heterosexual.
Not coincidentally, the combination of pity and disgust I have for men who can’t see women as anything else than temptation is similar to the combination of pity and disgust I have for the Trump Administration.
Singer and poet Jamila Woods released a great video for her terrific song “Blk Girl Soldier.” Feministing has more info on the song and the video and the full lyrics.
And so is the fact that I like her. My apparent new career as Hillary Clinton’s self-appointed Anger Translator is a weird choice, maybe even a self-destructive choice, but honestly, ask yourself: How long would you make it, if people treated you the way you treat Hillary Clinton? Would you not just be furious, by now? Would you not have reached levels of blood-vessel popping, shit-losing rage, or despair? Because the fact that she’s dealt with it at all, and kept her shit together, is admirable.
Likable Sady Doyle on why she likes Hillary Clintion.
Treating women with respect should not be contingent on whether or not it ‘gets you somewhere.’ Women have value even if we are too fat or too ugly or too loud or too standoffish or too homosexual to serve a ‘purpose’ for men. Women are people.
Although racism and sexism readily intersect in the lives of real people, they seldom do in feminist and antiracist practices. And so, when the practices expound identity as woman or person of color as an either/or proposition, they relegate the identity of women of color to a location that resists telling.
Kimberlé Crenshaw, Mapping the Margins: Intersectionality, Identity Politics, and Violence Against Women of Color (via unshaded-chronicles)
“A feminist critic is really important for men, I’ve been saying this for years. Men really need to be engaged in a feminist politic or they’re going to be just as oppressed by patriarchy and these ideas of what it means to be a man and masculinity that keeps them in whatever closet they choose to be in.” – Laverne Cox on The Stigma of Loving Transgender Women (x)
I just really can’t get over my intense feelings for Laverne Cox