Mine and Yzzy’s band ‘Wednesday’s Wolves’ has made the Glastonbury emerging talent long-list! In utter shock right now. I know it’s not the short-list, and there isn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of us making that, but still, holy shit!!!
So… guess what I’ve been watching…
The problem that needs to be fixed is not kick all the girls out of YA, it’s teach boys that stories featuring female protagonists or written by female authors also apply to them. Boys fall in love. Boys want to be important. Boys have hopes and fears and dreams and ambitions. What boys also have is a sexist society in which they are belittled for “liking girl stuff.” Male is neutral, female is specific.
I heard someone mention that Sarah Rees Brennan’s THE DEMON’S LEXICON would be great for boys, but they’d never read it with that cover. Friends, then the problem is NOT with the book. It’s with the society that’s raising that boy. It’s with the community who inculcated that boy with the idea that he can’t read a book with an attractive guy on the cover.
Here’s how we solve the OMG SO MANY GIRLS IN YA problem: quit treating women like secondary appendages. Quit treating women’s art like it’s a niche, novelty creation only for girls. Quit teaching boys to fear the feminine, quit insisting that it’s a hardship for men to have to relate to anything that doesn’t specifically cater to them.
Because if I can watch Raiders of the Lost Ark and want to grow up to be an archaeologist, there’s no reason at all that a boy shouldn’t be able to read THE DEMON’S LEXICON with its cover on. My friends, sexism doesn’t just hurt women, and our young men’s abysmal rate of attraction to literacy is the proof of it.
If you want to fix the male literary crisis, here’s your solution:
Become a feminist."
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First trailer for Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho (The Way He Looks) [x]
OH MY GOD THEY’RE MAKING THIS A FULL LENGTH MOVIE DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW EXCITED I AM
OH MY GOD YES THIS IS LIKE MY FAVORITE THING.
So excited for this!
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32 Powerful And Brutally Honest Tweets From #LifeOfAMuslimFeminist
The hashtag #lifeofamuslimfeminist began trending on Twitter Friday, and provided a “snippet of how badass, ruthless and honest, Muslim women” are.
Twitter user, @YxxngHippie, started the hashtag #lifeofamuslimfeminist to discuss the difficulties and complexities of being a Muslim feminist.Within hours, the hashtag #lifeofamuslimfeminist blew up on Twitter with several Muslim women contributing.Their personal and brutally honest tweets provided a compelling perspective on Muslim feminism.
completely floored by the awesomeness of these muslim feminists taking on the issues they face from within their islamic communities (sexism and respectability politics) and from the outside (islamophobia, paternalistic white feminism, etc)
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And here it is – the most embarrassing thing I have ever posted online. Out of all the journal comics I’ve done - depression, isolation, inadequacy, bad jokes – this is the one I’m almost too ashamed to put out there. It’s something I very rarely talk about to people close to me, because it’s something I’m extremely embarrassed about. For a long time I just wanted to pretend that I had no interest in romance at all because it was better than admitting that I couldn’t get a date to save my life.
In fact, I’m a huge sap. I love romance and I love the thought of sharing my life with someone who just gets me. I get weak in the knees at every cute boy I see. I love all that hand-holdy, nose-rubby, cuddle-bunny crap. But it’s easier to say “I don’t care if I find someone” than to say “I desperately want to be loved and I’m afraid I’ll go my entire life without experiencing it because no one I like is interested in me.”
I’ve gone 24 years without a partner on Valentine’s Day, but I actually love this stupid holiday. It represents something I believe in very strongly – love. And I feel love all around me. From friends, family, and especially from myself. And feeling that love gives me hope that maybe someday I’ll be able to spend Valentine’s Day with someone really special to me.