More photos from the OUSU Women’s “I Need Feminism Because…” campaign in Oxford.
I’m trying to prove a point to my mom.
You’re probably thinking of words like slut, whore, bitch, cunt (I told you not to hold back!), skank.
Okay, now, what are the worst things you can call a guy? Fag, girl, bitch, pussy. I’ve even heard the term “mangina.”
Notice anything? The worst thing you can call a girl is a girl. The worst thing you can call a guy is a girl. Being a woman is the ultimate insult. Now tell me that’s not royally fucked up.
What does race have to do with a woman’s salary?
Today is Equal Pay Day. Join us in the fight for fair pay.
Today is Equal Pay Day, and women make just 77 cents for every dollar a man makes. Not exactly equal pay.
Equal work deserves equal pay — and passing the Paycheck Fairness Act is the next step in the fight for actual equal pay.
This bill won’t see the light of day unless we pressure House Republicans. Sign the DCCC petition to tell House Republicans it’s time to finally pass the Paycheck Fairness Act.
The UPS Foundation today joined a growing number of corporate leaders in providing financial support to those organizations that align with the company’s non-discrimination policy. Under this policy, the Boy Scouts of America is no longer eligible for grants from the UPS Foundation because of the BSA’s ban on gay scouts and scout leaders. http://www.glaad.org/blog/boy-scouts-america-no-longer-eligible-grant-funding-ups-foundation
I know this has been making the rounds, but posting for my readers who have not seen it yet:
Say NO to Papa Johns. Say YES to UPS.
Best speech by our Prime Minister that I have seen. Just 100% right on point.
Now, I haven’t the slightest clue about Australian politics. But based solely on this very well written and very well delivered and very effective speech, I would vote for this Julia Gillard.
Also, when I looked up her name, something about Muslims came up with it. Apparently there was some scandal where she supposedly said offensive things to Muslims. But based on the few websites that I looked at, it seems those allegations were essentially false. So yes, I would vote for her.
Also, “The Leader of the Opposition” seems to be a complete and total asshole. Like, seriously.
At Comic Con today, I went as Black Cat. This is a shitty picture and there will be better ones of my whole costume coming up but I just want to say something.
Black Cat’s costume has a fair amount of cleavage (conservative compared to many other female comic characters but a good amount as far as what I’ve ever shown). I guess I was not surprised to have a couple men ask to pose with me and then do some doofy “WHOA LOOK AT THOSE KNOCKERS” poses. I just make a really ugly face when I see they’re doing it. One guy with the social graces of a lemur said to me “I was this close to wearing that same outfit. My breasts are large and supple and I think it would have been nice.” Nope. Stop talking.
But aside from guys being doofy and awkward (but clearly not foul-intentioned), I did have my first truly skeezy experience at Comic Con today.
And my first truly empowering moment as well.
This group of men from some kind of Stan Lee fan club blah blah internet video channel blah blah asked to interview with them on camera about Comic Con. I said well okay, sure. Camera is rolling. The “host” is a middle aged, rotund dude. It’s an all-male crew and lots of people (mostly guys) were beginning to crowd around. The following is the interview as burned in my mind. Keep in mind that I expected this to be about Comic Con in general.
- Him: I’m here with…
- Me: Mandy, aka Felicia Hardy aka Black Cat
- Him: ..And she is HOT. Do you think I’m hot enough to pull that off?
- Me: Uh, I’m not sure, I’ve never seen you in drag.
- Him: I’ve got a great ass. Go on, spank me.
- Me: (look at his large ass, popped up mere inches away from me then look into the camera like are you kidding me . No thanks. I may hurt you, I’m a lot stronger than I look.
- Him: Aw come on!
- Me: No, seriously. Stop.
- Him: Damn, alright! Well let me ask you an important question then…what is your cup size?
- Me: (big talk show smile) That is actually none of your fucking business.
- Him: Oh! I think that means to say she’s a C.
- Me: I actually have no breasts at all, what you see is just all of the fat from my midsection pulled up to my chest and carefully held in place with this corset. It’s really uncomfortable, I don’t know why I do it.
- Him: (to the male crowd) Aw, come on what do you guys think? C cup?
- —a few males start to shout out cup sizes as I stand there looking at this guy like this has to be a fucking joke, then look at the crowd and see that no amount of witty banter or fiestiness will stop making this whole thing fucking dumb. It was clearly a ploy to single out attractive cosplaying women to get them to talk sexual innuendos and flirt with this asshole and let him talk down to them simply because they were in costume and were attractive. Whether I’m in a skintight catsuit or not, I’m a fucking professional in everything I do and I don’t need to play nice for this idiot.
- Me: This is not an interview, this is degrading. I’m done. (I walk away)
- Him: (clearly dumbfounded and surprised) ..Come on, it’s all in good fun!
- Me: Being degraded is fun? That was unprofessional and I hope that isn’t your day job because you can’t interview for shit, my man.
And the entire crew and the crowd were SILENT. NOTHING. SHOCK, HONEY. It felt like I was in a heated fog, full of rage and pride and I sashayed away feeling like the most badass motherfucker in the whole damn room. A slow build of applause would have been appropriate, but from the looks on people’s faces, they were just completely not expecting me to do what I just did. Because cons set attractive women cosplaying vixens to be open to crude male commentary and lecherous ogling, like our presence comes with subtitles that say “I represent your fantasy thus you may treat me like a fantasy and not a human in a costume”. And maybe that will always be how the majority of people see us. But that does not mean we have to put up with shit that crosses the line, it does not mean we owe them a fantasy, it does not mean we dress up to have guys drooling over us and letting us know that we turn them on. It is not all about your dicks, gentlemen. So I encourage cosplaying women everywhere to be blunt and vocal with their rights, their personal boundaries, and their comfort level at conventions. I actually encourage girls to be brashly shameless about these things, to not be afraid to speak up if you feel uncomfortable and to let the person doing it know that they are crossing the line. Don’t keep quiet because you’re scared of what they might say or think- because if you say nothing they will continue to see what they’re doing as OK.
All of Tumblr is giving you a slow clap. You completely rock for standing up for yourself against those assholes.
Your costume is spot-on and fantastic. You should not have to put up with degrading comments from mouthbreathers.
Women from Iran’s female police force, established in 2003. These ladies undergo a three year training program requiring intensive military courses including judo, fencing, firearm training, and laying mines. They serve alongside their male counterparts, work regular beats, and they do it all in hijab. Respect.
the bottom left picture made my night