12 days of berserk / / day 01 - favorite male character

will-graham-i-am:

thesherlockednerdfighter:

What the actual fuck

yes stop downplaying like, capitalism and rape and idk, what else did men accomplish

FOR AN ENTIRE MONTH

disabledgirlism:

it’s pretty common for people discussing rape culture within feminist discourse to conveniently leave out disabled girls, but this is just a casual reminder that disabled women are far more likely to be sexually assaulted, abused or raped than able-bodied women. on top of that, 50% of deaf girls and 54% of deaf boys have been sexually abused or assaulted. so please stop leaving us out of your discussion about rape culture.

fats:

Hey you know that “feminist fist” you all like so much? It belonged to black people first and I feel really fucking weird every time I see white women use it so I’m gonna take a wild guess and assume that it’s another example of white feminism appropriating other peoples shit.

So maybe we should, ya know… Quit fucking using that.

darkestgreen:

thebestworstidea:

resilientkate:

softgore:


“This piece was primarily a trust exercise, in which she told viewers she would not move for six hours no matter what they did to her.  She placed 72 objects one could use in pleasing or destructive ways, ranging from flowers and a feather boa to a knife and a loaded pistol, on a table near her and invited the viewers to use them on her however they wanted.  
Initially, Abramović said, viewers were peaceful and timid, but it escalated to violence quickly.  “The experience I learned was that … if you leave decision to the public, you can be killed… I felt really violated: they cut my clothes, stuck rose thorns in my stomach, one person aimed the gun at my head, and another took it away. It created an aggressive atmosphere. After exactly 6 hours, as planned, I stood up and started walking toward the public. Everyone ran away, escaping an actual confrontation.”
This piece revealed something terrible about humanity, similar to what Philip Zimbardo’s Stanford Prison Experiment or Stanley Milgram’s Obedience Experiment, both of which also proved how readily people will harm one another under unusual circumstances.” 
This performance showed just how easy it is to dehumanize a person who doesn’t fight back, and is particularly powerful because it defies what we think we know about ourselves. I’m certain the no one reading this believes the people around him/her capable of doing such things to another human being, but this performance proves otherwise.”

this is why performance art is important


So every single person who told me ‘ignore them they’ll go away’ and ‘you can’t let them know they bothered you’ and ‘They’ll stop if they don’t see you react’ and all that bull shit, my entire school career, I want you to look good and hard at this.
I want you to think about what you said.
What you keep saying.
What you are telling your children.
You are making them powerless.

that last comment. actually crying.

darkestgreen:

thebestworstidea:

resilientkate:

softgore:

“This piece was primarily a trust exercise, in which she told viewers she would not move for six hours no matter what they did to her.  She placed 72 objects one could use in pleasing or destructive ways, ranging from flowers and a feather boa to a knife and a loaded pistol, on a table near her and invited the viewers to use them on her however they wanted. 

Initially, Abramović said, viewers were peaceful and timid, but it escalated to violence quickly.  “The experience I learned was that … if you leave decision to the public, you can be killed… I felt really violated: they cut my clothes, stuck rose thorns in my stomach, one person aimed the gun at my head, and another took it away. It created an aggressive atmosphere. After exactly 6 hours, as planned, I stood up and started walking toward the public. Everyone ran away, escaping an actual confrontation.”

This piece revealed something terrible about humanity, similar to what Philip Zimbardo’s Stanford Prison Experiment or Stanley Milgram’s Obedience Experiment, both of which also proved how readily people will harm one another under unusual circumstances.”

This performance showed just how easy it is to dehumanize a person who doesn’t fight back, and is particularly powerful because it defies what we think we know about ourselves. I’m certain the no one reading this believes the people around him/her capable of doing such things to another human being, but this performance proves otherwise.”

this is why performance art is important

So every single person who told me ‘ignore them they’ll go away’ and ‘you can’t let them know they bothered you’ and ‘They’ll stop if they don’t see you react’ and all that bull shit, my entire school career, I want you to look good and hard at this.

I want you to think about what you said.

What you keep saying.

What you are telling your children.

You are making them powerless.

that last comment. actually crying.

I claim that the verbal separation of forced prostitution and prostitution by choice is a cover-up to maintain the status quo:

a) On one hand, johns need exactly this inscrutably large market to “score” in general and also to get enough “fresh meat” from “every corner of the world” (“an entente cordiale from below” as Dona Carmen [German pro-sex-work lobby group] puts it) and on the other to do this for affordable prices (unless eventually there will be sex covered by health insurance companies or job centers - I can imagine almost everything by now).

b) Whoever propagates a right to sex on a living subject also knows that falling back on “volunteers” does not suffice to implement it. Even now it is hardly possible to meet the enormous “demand”. On that account a neoliberal reasoning is needed according to which it is supposed to be legitimate to say that discriminated Roma women without an education had better free themselves from poverty on their own (instead of simply paying them the social benefits they are entited to as allowed for by EU law)*. This way an economic choice under pressure turns into an emancipatory act and a constant (ab)user of other’s sexual organs into a well-meaning “humanitarian worker”.

c) “Happy sex workers” intimately know that forced prostitution can only be fought by fighting against prostitution in general and that a separation between the two will not be possible in practice, even given the strongest efforts. Therefore they put their rights before those of people who do not feel as comfortable in prostitution as themselves and reject their stories (to the point of defaming survivors of prostitution as “liars”).

Manuela Schon on the practical use of differentiating between forced prostitution and prostitution by choice ("Prostitution, Postfeminism and Neoliberalism" [German])

*Apparently, the young feminist magazine “Missy” from Germany had this to say: “Perhaps to work as a sex worker in Germany really does feel self-determined from the perspective of a Roma woman who lives in squalor and is being racially persecuted” and “…perhaps it would be better to leave it to those less privileged as ourselves to determine where the limits of their human dignity can be drawn”.

I am constantly perplexed and annoyed by the persistent bias against female bosses. Even many feminist women will unleash a torrent of misogynist tropes at the mere mention of female colleagues: Women are terrible bosses; female colleagues are the worst; women are back-stabbing, catty, two-faced, incompetent, etc.

This has not been my experience. I have had multiple female bosses, and I have loved working for all of them.

My first job out of college started as a temporary position at a reception desk. When I started, the president (a man) and vice-president (a woman) of the firm were traveling out of the office for a few days. I was told they’d be calling in for messages, and I was warned—repeatedly—that the vice-president, Helene, was a dragon lady, a bitch, a holy terror. The nicest way it was put to me is that she was “difficult.” I was admonished to be very careful about how I gave her messages to her, because she would destroy me if I made a mistake.

I made sure to provide her messages in precisely the way I’d been instructed, and she was perfectly polite to me over the phone. But, by the time she was due back in the office, I’d been warned about her so many times, in so many blunt and nasty ways, that I was, frankly, terrified of her.

Helene returned to the office one morning, an hour late as I would discover was her habit. She was a beautiful, fashionable, confident woman. She introduced herself brusquely, but welcomed me to the team. I was intimidated by the sheer force of her presence, but she seemed nice enough. I waited for the other shoe to drop, for the dragon lady to reveal herself.

That day never came.

Within a couple of months, my position had been made permanent, and I was quickly promoted to an assistant position in Helene’s department. Helene was tough. She had high expectations of me. But she was also an incredibly generous mentor. I was eager to learn, and she was keen to teach me. She wanted things done a certain way, but she was open to suggestions and encouraged me to challenge her. And if I ever came up with a better way to do something, she was grateful for the idea and let me know she was proud of me. She never took credit for my ideas; to the contrary, she championed me.

By the time I left, I was the director of her department, and I had my own office overlooking Lake Michigan. From reception to an executive office in five years. And it was in no small part because of Helene’s eminent willingness to teach, support, and empower me.

The thing is, Helene could indeed be “difficult.” But not with me. She was “difficult” with the male executives who treated her like shit, with the male staff who undermined her authority. She was “difficult” with people who treated her, the only female executive at the firm, fundamentally differently than they treated the men.

Funny that I developed a reputation for being “difficult,” too.

This has been my experience working for and with “difficult” women. I’m sure there are shitty female bosses in the world; of course there are. But lots of what supposedly constitutes a “difficult” female boss, or colleague, is frequently a reflection of dynamics to which she’s reacting.

Dynamics like the one in which people reject female bosses, instead of rejecting workplace misogyny.
Melissa McEwan, Who’s the Boss? (via dee-lirious)

Technology’s Man Problem →

anyonebutamy:

“It’s a thousand tiny paper cuts,” is how Ashe Dryden, a programmer who now consults on increasing diversity in technology, described working in tech. “I’ve been a programmer for 13 years, and I’ve always been one of the only women and queer people in the room. I’ve been harassed, I’ve had people make suggestive comments to me, I’ve had people basically dismiss my expertise. I’ve gotten rape and death threats just for speaking out about this stuff.”

The world doesn’t need more ‘successful people.’ The world desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds. It needs people to live well in their places. People with moral courage, willing to join the struggle to make the world more habitable and more humane. These qualities have little to do with ‘success’ as our culture defines it.

Dalai Lama (via acontemplativedrunk)

I believe this to my core. The temptation to pursue security can be paralyzing, tbh.

(via gospelofthekingdom)

It’s not a temptation. Try doing something ELSE when you know you have nothing to fall back on. The only time I was ever able to passionately throw myself into the study of anything that wasn’t immediately marketable (as in, wouldn’t have any employment/trade application within a year) was when I was 20 and in college, and when my ex-husband was putting me through school. Very brief times in my life.

Yes, I wished forever that I could’ve studied all those academic subjects that I wanted to study in school, passionately pursued the study of a language, gone into illustration/animation, etc, but I have nothing to fall back on, and I’ve always known that. Even when I went back to school to finish my AA in graphics, it was still largely about “marketability” and I didn’t get to take all those pottery, painting, etc classes I’d like to take.

My entire adult life has been about becoming and staying marketable/employable and I haven’t had time to do anything but dabble in anything else. 

I haven’t pursued my “passions” in a long time, and don’t even know what they are anymore.

The time for that will unfortunately be after I retire, if I ever get to retire, which is unlikely. I will probably be working my entire adult life. I don’t really anticipate living very long after that’s over as I’m not sure how I’ll afford to stay alive. 

I realize this was really depressing. But. Being able to be an “interesting, fun” person is a class privilege. 

(via the-orb-weaver)