#feminism

How Have Women Always Been a ‘Topic’ in a Man’s World? If I asked a man this question, I have no idea what he’d say — he might just turn around and make me the topic instead. But I know exactly what a woman would say: nothing. Because when you are the topic, you lose all clarity; judgments pile up on you until you can no longer see yourself through the noise. So what do women do instead? They pick one of those judgments and wear it, like an ornament that was never theirs to begin with. This happened to me in school, when senior boys started calling me “Mia Khalifa.” At first I didn’t think much of it — until the day I googled who she actually was. From then on, I became insecure about my body, especially whenever I looked in the mirror. I kept wondering why they had chosen that name for me, and somewhere in my head, I began to believe them. Someone told me it was because our figures looked alike, and I believed that too. I would stand in front of the mirror for hours, judging and criticizing the way I looked. And just like me, most women end up believing whatever they’re told, even when every clue points to the opposite. Most women don’t even recognize that this hierarchy exists — or at least, our mothers never did. We are not strangers to how our own mothers never stood up for themselves, yet quietly passed the same norms on to us: “Never raise your voice at your husband,” “Keep your head down in front of elder men,” and so on. In doing so, she becomes the unwitting enforcer of a second hierarchy — her own. But there is a reason mothers pass this on to their daughters: their own mothers did the same to them, and theirs before that. As the generations continue, so does the hierarchy. It would be unfair to blame men for everything, even though they have been the principal architects of this system, while women run a smaller version of their own. The religious and spiritual conditioning women were raised on taught them only one thing: to serve and obey. Had they only had the power to break out of that cage, the system might have looked entirely different. The real question is: why couldn’t they? Why was it impossible to go against the norms? Because for them, rebellion meant death came faster than rejection or exile ever could. None of them were Gandhi. So they swallowed the chaos, tied their misery into knots, and followed in the footsteps of their “comrades” — dictators in disguise. Look into history — you don’t even need to dig — and you’ll find that nearly every invention and discovery is credited to men, far more than to women. Men have seized on that fact to question women’s ability ever since. But a question only holds power when it has no answer, or when the person who could have answered it is dead. And those who might have answered are long dead — to sati, to dowry murders, to rape, to domestic violence, to being killed simply for rebelling. So first you cut off our hands, then ask us to feed you. If women’s perceived incompetence makes men feel more prestigious and deserving, so be it. But to women, men were never the competition — their power was. There is a survey often cited, claiming that a group of men and women were sent to an island without basic resources. It concluded that none of the women could build a shelter or gather resources on their own, and that — out of sheer impatience — they ended up sharing tents with the men. However factual this survey was claimed to be, plenty of men believed it and felt their dignity validated. Of course women couldn’t build a house — and of course every claim about women having smaller brains or lower IQs than men must be true too. But what if we tested that survey differently — asked the men to cook for everyone, four times a day, to everyone’s exact preference, and listen silently to the complaints if it wasn’t good enough; to babysit the children, wash and press everyone’s clothes, clean the house twice a day, do the dishes after every single meal, polish their wives’ shoes, keep their heads bowed at all times, take the blame for every mishap and every bad grade, and look after the in-laws — their medicines, their clothes, their every wish — for a year, or even just a month. Most men would dodge that bet entirely, certain of their own superiority, because to them, this is simply a woman’s job. But there will always be another group of men who’d take up the challenge — purely out of ego. But sir, that is precisely your privilege. You wouldn’t do these chores because survival depends on it — for you, it’s a choice, an exercise of ego and free will. For women, doing the chores is the only option, because the alternative is death, disgrace, or shame. We don’t have the privilege of choice. Beyond all this, men have their own complaints too — stories of women murdering their husbands and stuffing their bodies into drums. These stories spread like spilled water, and now men say they’re scared of marriage. Fair enough — when something brutal happens within your community, you start to believe it could happen to you too, and you stop feeling safe around the people who caused that fear in you. It’s a complete circle. We don’t doubt that men carry the same ego, the same hunger to reclaim power or superiority and override that fear — what’s surprising is something else entirely. The moment this fear became real, men still found in it another opportunity to put women down: “Women put men in drums.” Since when did women acquiring the power to instill fear become anything but another loophole used against their own empowerment? Men have the privilege of choosing what frightens them. Women, even in fear, are expected to be submissive — to lie down and “enjoy it,” as the dictators would say. To be honest, rape and harassment seem almost inevitable at this point. They come in so many forms that getting rid of one only makes room for another to take its place. I wish women at least had the privilege of choosing who gets to rape them — so they could opt out of their own fathers and brothers. It isn’t always about rape or harassment — sometimes it’s simply an inappropriate touch or stare. If a bikini is enough to provoke a man into rape, then surely women should have the same right: that an inappropriate touch or stare provokes them into murder. Would that be justified? In this world, god is a man. And if we don’t abide by his rules, we are killed, or we are raped. I want every woman to choose wisely — to decide whether her fate will be as fragile as a mosquito’s life, or as deliberate as a spider’s. Everything we need in this life seems to come at the cost of our consent — have you not realized that yet? If your consent holds no value to them — if your ideology, your talents, your sacrifices mean nothing — then continuing to exist on their terms makes you a fool. Because if you cannot fight, you are only left to serve.

I’m feeling a lot of feminine rage right now so here’s some angry girl music recommendations. Labor by Paris Paloma Good boy by Paris Paloma Draw me a person by Kate Couriel Are you listening? By Lydia the Bard Breakin’ dishes by Rihanna Cinderella snapped by Jax Don’t cry for your daughter’s Eve by Lydia the Bard Feed us your girls by Lydia the Bard Feminine rage by PEGGY If I were a man by Barlow and Bear Run rabbit by Mollie Elizabeth Speechless by Naomi Scott

Saying that females or AFABS/transmen have “female privilege” is not only genuinely stupid, tone deaf, and ignorant of whatever is happening in the world, but also one of the basic statements of incel rhetoric.

I don’t think we should be fighting over who has it worse because quantifying suffering doesn’t actually help anyone. What if there was a proven scale that declared you have it worse than your neighbour? What then? Wouldn’t you fight for them to have more rights too?? Also it distracts us from who’s the problem. Infighting keeps us occupied while our rights are being stripped away every minute. It’s not a race or a competition please!!

I Am Not Pretty And before you (reader) get all riled up and think this is a “pick me” post… go fuck yourself . I am not ~pretty~ Soft, with small proportions. Smooth Marketable Easily digestible The way that society likes “pretty”. And sure, maybe we’re starting to move towards something different, but still; I know what I am, and I’m not pretty . I remember when I asked a “man” why men always stare at me (the way he was) but never give me compliments. His response was, “you’re like an art piece.” And you want to know something about art? It’s not always pretty . But it’s profound . And that is how I see myself. I have beauty that some may argue is conventional, but my father’s whole face with my mother’s smile and eye shape is an interesting mixture of intensity. I’ve been told I look like a man before… And I’ve also been told that whoever said that is a fucking idiot. Either way that I’m digested, It takes a moment. My weight fluctuates, my gap is getting wider, my feet are nice… but in a feet way. I could never photograph them well. I’d prefer them to have signs of walking, though. Indents from strappy shoes worn a bit too long fall across my tattoos like scars. I come with textures, smells, and I do unsightly things. You know when you go to a museum and see people staring? What if they’re not having some collegiate dissertation in their heads about what the artist “meant”—what if they’re like, “What the fuck is this…And why do I like it?” Yeah, it’s something like that, I think. And even when I am “pretty”, I may be too loud. I remember sitting across from a girl that I loved at a Kava bar. We often played “We’re Not Really Stanger’s” Couples Edition. We started the game off with words of affirmation… or so I thought. When it was her time to affirm me she said, “I like that you’re a social butterfly… as a friend…but as a partner, I want an anti-social moth .” It took nearly a year for those words to solidify in my mind and for me to ultimately accept that I was never her type. Sometimes, being “pretty” is blinding. Sometimes, being “pretty” means being misunderstood. Either way I’m digested, Fuck it. With Love, Kali

Heaven forbid someone be a fat girl in anime or manga

Where do I go to learn about nhl penalties if I’m ugly

If someone tells me bitch/cunt isn’t a misogynistic slur I’m going to lose it. I don’t CARE if you’re foreign. If you bring up words against men in this conversation I’m KILLING you. You are DEAD.

im coming across more and more terfs day by day, its killing me

If only manosphere men were real people

This 14 yr old girl I knew was publicly shamed for trying to commit sucide and getting admitted in the hospital after her family married her off to some 20 yr old…so yea I really just love this country🤪

Maybe I’m too woke for TT but If a woman misses her ex she’s a “bird” (weird ass insult btw- birds are awesome animals?) But if a man does it, he’s a yearner, a keeper, husband material, a victim? Don’t pmo

Rant post. As a woman, I feel as if modern media has abandoned a lot of values that were evident in older literature. I find many a lady on my screen, yet I rarely relate to them, as in the process of creating a strong woman who does not need male attention, we create a new genre of the male centred woman. She does not need a man, and firmly shows that to the men around her and, in doing so, makes it obvious that she needs the subtle admiration or despair of men to function as she does. Feminism has always been centred around opposing the stereotypes and objective glare of men, yet the ‘strong woman’ archetype is a caricature of feminists: a man hating woman who is stuck up and taut. Older literature presented strong women as ones who desired education and who desired to be in the same spaces as men because it is their right to be, not because they want to prove the crude point that 'women are better’. Their opinions were never taken seriously, yet they stood by them and spread them to others; it felt passionate, but it’s now turned into something that “proves” exactly what it’s supposed to fight. This genre of character can be done right if written by a woman, but it’s usually men who dream of them because they like having things that initially do not want them until they are coerced.

Fuck all yall trans mascs that aren’t feminists Fym you don’t support equality for all???? Proud trans masc feminist 🫶 Also Feminism=equality for ALL Feminism DOES NOT = higher power for only women Shoot me idc 🤷

gonna start telling men there is protein in emotional intelligence and competency

if women weren’t meant to have hair on their bodies, it wouldn’t grow there. Simple.

These rad “feminists” piss the fuck off, you are not helping feminism by being transphobic, you’re just an ass 🫩 Anyways happy pride month!! 🌝🌝