When men talk of women and girls in terms of legal/not legal, what they’re really saying is “I already sexually objectify this child and would attempt to fuck her if there were no laws in the way.”
You can’t deny that is fucking scary.
Sometimes there are things that just sort of vaguely seem wrong, but you can’t put your finger on why…until it’s worded like this, and suddenly everything slides into place and you feel like someone punched you in the gut.
"A Black woman cannot set aside her race to talk of her womanhood, for being a Black woman is an experience that being a white woman is not. Our oppressions are interlinked and cannot be isolated. White women do not have to contend with the painful processes of straightening out kinks and curls with chemicals that burn or poisoning themselves with skin lightening creams. That is, whilst the standards of femininity are harmful to all women, they are particularly toxic to women of colour (especially dark skinned Black women) and we, as non-white women, all must bear the burden of knowing that we will always fall short of the pinnacle of Eurocentric beauty. It is this last point that is of critical importance when it comes to a more nuanced view of why I chose to start doing untold damage to my body and mind. It wasn’t just a lower weight I desired. It was access to the privileges I saw my pretty white friends and peers enjoying. People treated me as expendable, unbreakable, worthless. I was less than a woman. Because I was brash, gay and brown, I was not wholly what I ought to be. I could never be the perfect woman, it did not matter that I’d shrunk my waist to 22 inches. I wanted to be named when the boys played ‘Who’s hot/Who’s not’. I wanted to be free from the torments aimed at me regarding my hair. I didn’t want people to talk about me like I was an animal. I wanted to be seen as delicate, I wanted boys to think that they couldn’t be horrifically cruel to me. But the truth is that they were, and they did not care one bit. Because I wasn’t hot and I wasn’t sweet and retiring. I was rage and I was bitterness, fueled by the unfairness of secondary school — a microcosm of the wider kyriarchical world."
This is very very important in my life right now.
'hector & twigs ready for their close ups'
Astoundingly awful story of “every day” sexism and racism from @iSmashFizzle.
If you can’t read it here, see this timeline that I put together.
(Thanks to Matt for explaining how Twitter’s timeline feature wörks.)
white anon trying to convince me to let racism slide: listen baby gurl soul sista! why did u had to DRAG dat lil yt gurl?? dat white gurl aint didnt do nothin finna bad to u!! u did ha dirty! you shaded her!!! dat aint right! u bringin da nigga race down. dat aint helpin us black folks! we finna only be movin forward as da black race if u finna leave dem white ppl alone SISTAAAA!!!!!
The Colonial Film : Moving Images of the British Empire site is a really good resource from films from and about the Britain’s colonial era, providing cinematic primary sources on British colonial ideology, and how colonial politics were translated into visual culture. But watch carefully! These films are violently racist and promote the Empire in the most absurdly insulting ways. Their value lies in what they teach about colonialism rather than any enjoyment or entertainment value.