Bulletproof Fabulous
Queer feminist BatB fanatic who loves all the women, especially the ones you hate.
Pronouns: sie/hir
Pronouns: sie/hir
Hannah Gadsby on rape culture (x)
Real shit
How to make a joke involving rape
mock rape culture (aka bring awareness), NOT the victim
good stuff
First Look at Once Upon A Time graphic novel, “Shadow of the Queen”
Source: TV Guide
THIS IS NOT OKAY. Do not want Regina touching the Huntsman in ANY form.
NOPE.
Also, when did Regina turn into Lucy Lawless?
Yeeah. There is like .001% chance this will be done respectfullly/without trying to imply the Huntsman had some ability to consent. And even if it is done well, it’s not a story we need to go into again. I have a feeling it’ll be mostly ‘oh, poor Regina, so starve for love, look at the lengths she goes to’
Ugh.
…although, I do like how monstrous her hands look. That’s a nice touch. I have a lot of thoughts about the posing/little details. BUT I STILL DON’T WANT THIS.
Raffi is on twitter speaking out against rape culture
Pub
Spokane, WA, USA(I run the bar at a small pub. We’re near a major university, so we get a lot of college kids. Some of them are real jerks and we sometimes have incidents with guys who are clearly trying to get girls drunk and take them home. We make a point to step in whenever we see it happening. On this particular night, one such guy is plying his trade on a girl sitting at the bar.)
Guy: Come on, gorgeous, have another. Here, I’ll match you shot-for-shot, okay?
Girl: (much more intoxicated than him) I don’t… I’m not sure I wanna… I’m getting too drunk.
Guy: Aw, come on. You want to have fun, right? Here, have my drink, okay?
(I’ve seen enough and am about to step in when a stranger suddenly walks up. He’s only about twenty-something, but looks really “old school”— he’s wearing an old-style suit and tie and is walking with a cane he doesn’t seem to need, and he’d hung up a bowler hat on our coat rack. In a bar full of t-shirts and shorts, he sticks out like a sore thumb.)
Stranger: Excuse me, my good man. I believe the lady said she was done drinking.
Guy: Excuse me, buddy, but I didn’t ask you. If I want some b**** to drink, I’ll give her a f****** drink, f*****.
(The whole bar goes silent.)
Stranger: Call me what you will, but I will not have you impugn the lady’s honor. Leave, or I will remove you myself.
Guy: What, you think you’re a bouncer or some s***? Let’s go, right here.
Stranger: Very well. Do you have a sword?
Guy: A what?
Stranger: A sword? For… no? Ah, more’s the pity. I’d hoped to settle this like gentlemen. Well, one mustn’t fuss.
(He sets his cane down on the bar, and it makes a rattling noise. I didn’t check, but I’m willing to bet there was a sword in it.)
Stranger: (Getting into a boxing stance) Shall we?
(The fight is over fast, before me and my coworkers even think to call security. The stranger bounces the aggressive guy’s head off the bar and knocks him flat. He pulls out a wallet and lays thirty dollars on the counter, and takes back his cane.)
Stranger: There, that should cover his drinks and mine. I think I’d best escort the lady home, she’s had a bit of an unfortunate night. I trust your staff can handle the gentleman on the floor?
Me: Uh, yeah. Yeah, we’ll kick him out. Thanks.
Stranger: Simply doing my duty. Come along, miss. I’ll need your address to walk you home.
(He turns to walk away for a moment, then turns back.)
Stranger: If I could trouble you for just one more moment, what year is it?
Me: It’s 2012, why?
Stranger: Two thousand and twelve? My goodness, that was a devil of a jump. Fascinating. Good evening, madam!
(He turns, takes his hat and the drunk girl, and leaves. We’ve never seen him again, but we still tell stories about the time we might have been visited by a time traveler.)
Best.
Disney Anti-Rape
I’m not always a fan of Disney, but when I am it’s because it came from feministdisney.
Rape culture is telling a female celebrity she “should have worn underwear~” instead of confronting how it’s really fucked up that men can make a living by forcibly shoving camera lenses between young women’s legs every time they leave the house.
1. They tell us to carry mace, flashlights, whistles
A gun.
And then sell us pants with no pockets.2. “Well, you got a purse,” the man says.
Yeah, just excuse me while I fumble through
my bag in a dark alleyway.
I’m sure my attacker will patiently wait.3. They say don’t drink.
And then tell us to
Ruin his libido with piss.
I don’t know about you,
But I get stage fright even with a full bladder.4. They say take a martial arts class,
Learn to defend yourself.
Ten years into that pursuit now, myself
And my sensei’s never turned to me and said,
“Why don’t you wear your heels into class?
Wanna make sure you can do a proper take down in them.”5. “Don’t wear your hair up,” says the person
Who’s never fought loose, waist-length hair in a windstorm.
Or pulled it out of sticky lip gloss for the umpteenth time.6. “Carry your keys between your fingers like a weapon.”
Because three inches of dull metal
Is really menacing to someone who is bigger and stronger
And determined to hurt me.
The real horror here is that Boys Don’t Cry was based on a true story. Brandon Teena was a real person, who was really brutally raped and killed. The scene that McFarlane is making a sexualized joke out of really happened to a real human being who really died. Because according to McFarlane, breasts exist for men’s amusement, and the total violation and murder of people with breasts is just a big joke because the bodies of women and FAAB people are just hilarious.
When McFarlane reduces Swank’s amazingly powerful performance down to a punchline about her body, he’s doing more than making light of her talent. He’s literally inviting people to laugh at rape and murder. He’s construing breasts as existing for men’s pleasure, whether sexual pleasure or just to make fun of, all the time—even when they belong to people, like Brandon Teena in Boys Don’t Cry, who identify as men. Even when they are exposed as part of a badly injured body, like Charlize Theron in Monster—another film based on a true story. Even when they symbolize the racist sexualization of black women by white men, like Halle Berry in Monster’s Ball. Even when they’re visible during a violent gang rape, as passerby cheer the attackers on, like Jodie Foster in The Accused, once again based on a real-life attack. Even when, like Scarlet Johansson, another target of the boob song, personal nude photographs of them were leaked without consent.
