clisneyprincess:

see that girl you just called a bitch? she didn’t hear you say it louder

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cruoris:

I’ve never really studied the subject, but here are my thoughts on toothpaste.

When I first started looking for vegan toothpastes, I found people who said they just brushed their teeth with water and baking soda. I thought that sounded like a bad idea, because of how quickly my teeth got dirty…

"Originally, in the 20s and 30s, the stereotype of someone who was schizophrenic was the housewife who was sad and withdrawn, and would not do her duties as a housewife; would not do the housework. This was the typical case of schizophrenia. And then, in the 60s, something shifted. The actual criteria for schizophrenia shifted. A lot of psychiatrists and hospitals and police were encountering young, angry black men who were part of the civil rights movement. Who were part of the riots – the uprisings – in the Black Power movement. Who were angry. Who were perceiving a conspiracy of power against them, that was called paranoia. They would see it is white privilege, but it was called paranoia. And so we actually see the diagnositc criteria for schizophrenia change. So now you have anger and paranoia and hostility being included as criteria, whereas 30 years before they hadn’t been. Because the stereotype has changed. So there’s a way in which the DSM and the perspectives of the psychiatrists and the doctors who were giving these diagnoses is thoroughly politically constructed, and thoroughly dependent on the culture and context that they’re within."

Will Hall at Unitarian Church Vancouver Canada March 2012 - Transcript | Madness Radio (via blinko)

for anyone interested in reading more about how schizophrenia moved from being a diagnosis assigned to white, middle-class women to one used to pathologize and institutionalize noncompliant black men in the 1960s, jonathan metzl’s the protest psychosis: how schizophrenia became a black disease is a good place to start. i have a PDF scan of it, too — just ask.

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kissingclemmings asked:
Identifying as a cis female doesn't mean you agree with oppression rape and the patriarchy it means your gender identity matches with your assigned gender at birth stop saying such rude things

delicately-interconnected:

radicalblossoming:

cukemlemmings:

radicalblossoming:

cukemlemmings:

radicalblossoming:

cukemlemmings:

radicalblossoming:

cukemlemmings:

radicalblossoming:

Okay but what IS the “gender identity” of “woman” then?

Why can literally no one answer this, regardless that I’ve been asking it for seven months on this blog now?

If one can "identify" as a woman that means there are criteria to align oneself with in the category of "woman". What are the criteria? What makes a woman? What is the "feeling" of being a woman? What IS a woman?

These questions need to be answered concretely if we are at all going to accept that the only requirements to being a woman are just saying so.

Furthermore why would any person “identify” with the female “gender identity” of woman when being a woman means being subjugated, subordinated, oppressed, paid unethically, high domestic violence rates, 1/4 rape statistics, murder, human trafficking, slavery, etc.? Why would someone “identify” themselves into that world? What is there to gain from “identifying” as a woman when you are not a woman? Dresses? Make-up? What?

To say that women “identify” with our “gender” means that women must accept their role as second-class citizens and I refuse to do that. I did not choose the life of a second-class person in a patriarchal world. I was forced into it. I do not identify it nor do I accept it. That’s the entire reason, the entire point of being a feminist.

I’m pissing breaking news women don’t exist men don’t exist we’re all just genderless even if we don’t identify as non binary I know I’m shocked too guys

I didn’t say women and men don’t exist. I believe gender does not exist, but of course women and men exist. Women are female adults. Men are male adults. They exist. Don’t twist my words.

And from your tags on this reblog:

if you identify as a woman you feel like you are or are supposed to be biologically female

What is that feeling, then? How does someone “feel like” a biological female when they don’t have XX chromosomes, a vagina, vulva, ovaries, etc.? What is the “feeling” of being a female?

Also what is a “biological female”? Female denotes biology. We’re just females. Not “biological females”. To say that is redundant and unnecessary.

I think that’s a question that should be asked to a trans woman who would be better educated in knowing how it feels to not identify with the gender they were given at birth. I understand that gender is assigned to us by external forces but like it or not gender is a thing that exists to the majority of people in the world and if people feel comfortable identifying as a certain gender then that is 100% up to them

Okay but as a female the “”gender”” I was given at birth was “girl”. In being given the girl gender conditioning began the moment I was born. Conditioning to being quiet, subservient, taking up less space, being feminine, being accommodating, being the lesser class of human because I had a vagina.

What female “identifies” with the gender she was given at birth? What woman is okay with a literal lifetime of subservient second-class status? Radical feminists don’t support “gender identity” because none of us, no women, “identify” with second-class status nor the roles given to us on the basis of us having vaginas.

There is no gender. There are roles and behaviours conditioned based on what genitalia we have at birth but there is literally nothing innate or biological about those things. The concept of gender is oppressive to everyone, but most especially to women because it defaults us into the category of beneath men.

This allows men to be dominant, to keep women subordinate, and to oppress and harm women continuously with little to no consequences nor changes to the system. For males to tell us they “”identify”” as women that’s a fucking slap in the face because that “”identity”” never includes the reality of life as a woman. It never includes the entire lifetime women have spent fearing being alone at night, being unable to walk somewhere alone, being raped and not believed or told she was asking for it. That “”identity”” never includes the misogyny we suffer every day, the silencing we experience, the dismissal at the hands of men, the stalking, the groping, the street harassment, the sexual assault, the constricting roles forced onto us.

When males “”identify”” as women it never has anything to do with what being a woman is like and it’s entirely about misogynist gendered expectations and gendered roles for women. Looking pretty, wearing dresses and make-up, being allowed into women’s spaces.

It’s a goddamn slap in our faces and a direct affront on the lives of women everywhere. I won’t stand for it. A male cannot “”identify”” as a woman because the only way to ever be a woman is to survive the controlling subservience of girlhood. No male can ever do that.

I cannot believe this, so you think all of this about trans women? Seriously? Because I refuse to interact with people who don’t support trans women

I have never once asked you to interact with me. You sought me out with your original ask-message.

So yes then sorry you’re a piece of trash

Compelling. What a wordsmith.

When you start making them think a little they always just snap and go “OMG u r trash lololololol”

korralations:

I’ve never felt like I belong anywhere. I’m weird that way, but I feel it’s something that a lot of tumblr can relate too.

I have friends. But every once in a while, they’ll be laughing about something I didn’t catch, and I’ll look at them and feel like I’m not quite what they are together, like I’m not part of that. As if I’m a stranger looking in.

Sometimes I’ll step back and look at my family, and feel like an outcast.

But there’s something about this song, about Avatar, that I just can’t articulate to people. It’s ineffable in a way, and I wish I could say it.

The way this simple song brings 62 episodes rushing back, how you wish you could unwatch it just to watch it again, how you remember how much your heart ached when it ended. There’s no other way to describe it but an ache, a twisting in the pit of your stomach because it was over. Over. You heard those closing credits, the song The End of Avatar, and it simply ached.

But just listening to Peace Excerpt somehow brings it all back. The time spent over the characters, the plot, the jokes, the sadness, the bittersweetness of it all.

It brings back Sokka’s jokes, Toph’s stomps, Katara’s search for her mother, Zuko and Azula’s heart wrenching battle of wills and family.

You start to remember the morals of it all, the genocide commentary, the race commentary, the sexism that it battled, the fact that you can relate to the characters.

Then you think of all of the people that feel the same way you do, except they can’t, because… there’s no way any of them get the same dull ache that you do just thinking about Avatar in its finality and wholeness. They say they do, but surely they don’t understand.

It’s a parting, a parting of ways. You just cling to this feeling, this feeling of relating to everyone, because why not? Because it would be too painful to let go, maybe. Because the show, the people in it and around it, have given so much, and you’ve gotten so much.

I don’t know. There’s just something about this song that makes me feel like - and maybe it’s just me - but for once in my life, I belong somewhere.

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