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Many people know that women make 77 cents to the dollar compared to men. But did you know that African-American women make just 64 cents to the dollar, and Hispanic women make just 56 cents? One group offers an interesting way to fix this. 

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VIA:  Women’s Rights News “Feminism is not misandry”

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Watch: Franchesca Ramsey totally nailed the problem with fetishizing “mixed babies.”

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A Pageant Queen Got Asked About Planned Parenthood & Nailed It

Host Vanessa Williams asked, “Some legislators are threatening to shut down the government over federal contributions to Planned Parenthood, even though no federal funds can be used for abortions. Should Planned Parenthood funding be cut off?” So much for “Describe your perfect date” softball questions.

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Watch: Ahmed Mohamed speaks out about being arrested 

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like can this please happen

I can relate to this…

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“Tonight I went with my friend @sharronicanyc to a taping of the Late Show with Stephen Colbert. It was awesome, but that was expected. Less expected: I brought a Black Lives Matter wristband with me on the off chance that he would call on me during the Q&A before the show. The group I’m a part of, @nyc_shutitdown, got a bunch of these made and we use them to fundraise for our weekly #PeoplesMonday actions. I’ve been wearing them all day every day and they have sparked several needed conversations with people who notice them. I was sitting in the last row but somehow he called on me anyway. I was the first of three people he called on. I stood up and nervously told him I’m a longtime fan. Then I told him I’ve been involved in the Black Lives Matter movement for the last year. I said “From one member of the ruling class to another,” and he laughed and interrupted me and said “The ruling class? What do you rule? Because I rule this theater!” I said “You do! So I’m gonna put you on the spot right now and ask you to wear this Black Lives Matter wrist band on the show, AND say Black Lives Matter at least once during the show because I think your audience needs to hear it!” He responded immediately, “Bring it to me” and then “But I make promises to no one!” I ran it up to the stage and handed it to him and shook his hand and thanked him. He put it on immediately and said “I’ll see what I can do. But I make no promises.” Then he took two more questions from the audience. After the last one, I could see he was kind of distracted and thinking of something, and he turned back to me and said “This wrist band feels like it was made for someone with much bigger wrists than mine. I want to wear it around my neck like a lovely necklace.” Then he said if he couldn’t work it in tonight, he’d find a way to do it within the next couple of shows. He said something like “Does that work?” and I said yes and thank you and then he kept it on for the rest of the night. Pretty commendable. Taking a stand on the right side of history is no small thing.

After the show, as we were walking away, a security guard said “Black Lives Matter!” and “He’ll put it in. He’s a man of his word.“”

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"I'm sorry, I believe you, it's not your fault." I am SO MOVED by sorority sister’s incredible courage to tell her story. No notes, just raw emotion and passion.

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Coincidence? I think not...

This summer, I worked as a runner in my mom’s company’s office, where she is one of five partners, the rest of who are men. There are offices built all along the perimeter of the building with windows, and portable cubicles in the centers; some of them are more closed-off like offices, seemingly more official, and others are very open. I realized that my mom is the only woman with a perimeter office... There’s one perimeter office that two ladies who work together share, but it’s definitely not necessary. And even when they hire new employees, the men get those offices. In fact, there’s not one man who works in a cubicle, even the more official ones. Also, It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been working at the company, they’ll bring in or promote a man to oversee the head of your department. I’m sure this is how this company and most of them have worked forever, but each department head’s “assistant” does the bitchwork for their male bosses and gets very little credit. My mom is not exempt from oppression from her coworkers either... I’m wondering if I’m the only one who’s noticed this pattern... Are those men better at the job? Probably not. Are they the ones in charge? Most likely yes. Are they getting paid more? Definitely.

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i’m doing a visual study on Frieda Kahlo and i was talking about themes of her work and my dad said ”self loathing, because she emphasises her flaws in her paintings” and oh my god i’m so annoyed with him, but i did point out that i believed it was more to do with acceptance of flaws and...

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Underarm hair has become the equivalent of a taboo for the modern woman. I know from experience, when puberty hits, the mother comes running with a pink disposable razor and briefly explains how to lather soap and conduct the conventional underarm stroke technique before leaving you alone in the...

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Melancholy. Maybe it’s the result of the throbbing pain in your thighs that has left you incapacitated the entire day. Somehow that physical pain has also radiated upwards to your heart and to your throat forming a lump. Of course, there’s always the possibility it could be the other way around. During what is meant to be a blessed and cherished time, you should be free of all your woes and concerns…but there’s always been a steady hurdle in your way. A boulder that can’t be moved. You change your path frequently to avoid it, but it manages to persist and reposition itself in your way. Is this reality or an optical illusion? You often find yourself pondering your academic performance and grades; the sole determining factor of your future. Worry and fear consume you like a metastasizing tumor. You’d like to think that you did well in your finals, but when you see your fellow colleagues and classmates engrossed in all the medicine with a blind passion for the discipline, a sense of shame sweeps over you. How dare you even imagine a fraction of the success they are hoping for when you’re not as blindly dedicated and in love with the field? It’s like when one marries for good fortune, family, and fame, and expects to have a happy and successful marriage simply because they feel entitled to such a destiny. They do not feel love or passion or dedication to their significant other as a whole. They only feel that way towards his/her social status. That is exactly where you stand with regards to your major.

On a separate note, the concept of marriage or a union of any kind is asinine. Why would one entrust another human being with their innermost fears, ambitions and secrets during that initial flirtatious phase of acquaintance? One thinks that if one exposes his/her vulnerability in every shape and form, that he/she is pinning that hopeful potential someone down for life. On the contrary, they’re going to find the next expressway heading to the other side of town the minute they sense even the slightest quiver of doubt or indecisiveness in your voice. You wish it weren’t so, but that is the nature of mankind…or MAN only to be specific. He is already burdened with his own problems and drama, that he is not willing to be burdened with anyone else’s just to get some sexual release. Man is funny in that aspect. He will go to any lengths possible, say anything, and do anything to capture your sense of safety. He will offer you his shoulder to cry on and appease you with soft-spoken promises in that raspy voice that makes your knees tremble, while simultaneously contemplating the simplest manoeuvre to unhook your bra strap. He knows. Everything. He knows once he acts like your safety net that he has arrived. You have so much blind faith that you think God, the all-Forgiving and all-Merciful, would not subject you to another horrid ordeal of this nature again. Being too trusting, you believe with strident ardor and conviction that this God will not allow anything unfortunate to come your way once more because you’re a good and honest girl. Knowing all of that, you finally give in to the intimate warmth that can only be generated by the proximity of two bodies intertwined in an embrace. You give in because you miss feeling another heartbeat against your chest. Unconsciously, you begin to compare the rhythm of the two circulations when blood rushes to fill and empty the valves of each heart. You cafune ( v. to run your fingers through your lover’s hair) incessantly and indiscriminately. You are happy when you feel their excitement creeping up and poking you against your waist. You feel relaxed because it is so much better to experience these sentiments, even if short-lived, than to spend another lonely night watching bad reality TV in your ugly Hello Kitty pajamas. Maybe you just need to expand your social circle. You always longed to make more friends. However, facing the harsh reality, you knew it would be much easier getting one person to care for you ( or pretend to care) than it would be infiltrating any social circle of tightly knit buddies. Having come to this conclusion, you tell yourself reassuringly ” Who needs people anyways? People suck.”

You regret publishing this on your blog because you know it will attract a myriad reactions (or not) of unrequited love and affected sympathy. You still publish it anyways, being the major attentionwhore with serious daddy issues that you are. For a while there, you tried adopting the ” I’m an independent bitch and I don’t give a fuck about anyone or anything” mindset, and it seemed as if you might almost succeed! But then after about a week, you gave up knowing that you will never have the proper character mold to accommodate such a regal mindset because you’re a weak wretch who is very co-dependent. Sometimes you think it’s a desirable attribute to flamboyantly exude your co-dependence in hope of luring someone into your web of mass defects and insecurities. Deep down however, in the bottom of your desperate core, you know it’s pathetic and contemptible. You’ve always known this, and yet you keep marching to the beat of your own drum solo.

You reflect, with melancholy, as you swallow another bite of the second slice of chocolate cake your mom has baked. You know you’re going to break your back at the gym tomorrow with your already sore thighs punishing yourself for your gluttony, but you continue to chew and swallow anyways. You wonder if there are ways with which one could physically punish desire just as with gluttony. Then you take one look at your left hand and you remember that there is a way indeed. You count them: There are seven of them spread out sporadically over your hand and arm. In retrospect, you thought this would be a clever idea…to leave seven marks, each one symbolizing one of the deadly sins. You look at them with horror and disgust. The damage is irreversible. You’re a monster, a freak of nature, and you always come up with innovative little stories when other people notice them and ask what happened. But you know they know. While giving them the fake account of how it happened, you detect the judgmental gleam in their eyes burning a hole through yours. Out of guilt, you meet back their gaze with one that is emanating unspoken retribution and regret, hoping they will be understanding. You see, while you may feel embarrassed by your scars, your inner goddess on the other hand, didn’t shy away from them…not in the least bit! She didn’t even turn the other cheek during the act itself. In fact, two days after you did that to yourself, she was out frolicking and having a good time, when she was the real culprit of this self-hate crime you committed against your body. You’re utterly dumbfounded at how an essential part of you can be so ruthless and indifferent to self-harm. You try to confront her and suppress her activity, but to no avail. You become aware with all the certainty in the world that your inner goddess will stop at nothing in order to triumph and attain her goals: She will sell your body despite your objection, she will hack your thoughts so that all you think about is satisfying her. She will occupy all your free time so you have little time for anything else. She will jeopardize your free will and autonomy because you can’t say no to her. Finally, she will tread all over your dignity and pride so she can serve it as dinner to monsters thirsty for a taste of virgin blood. She is an unyielding imperialist of your subconscious that is hungry to nourish her prowess, and all you can do is sit back while the nymphomaniac shreds your life and self-esteem into pieces, while your defeatist self marvels in the glorious aftermath of her wrath.

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what a great reply! I agree that a lot of women kind of shrug off feminism as if it is unimportant and doesn't apply to them. But if it was made known everywhere the real intentions of feminism, it'd be very powerful!

"How do we redefine change for all women?"

I think that this is asking “How do we reach out to all women everywhere and tell them that there actually is change happening? And for the better?” I don’t think some women are getting the idea that there is change occurring, slowly but surely. But any change is good change in this world. If I was asked this question off the cusp, I would reply, “We tell all the women in the world that change has happened. We can only move forward from here.”

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how do we redefine change for all women?

As feminists and as women, we redefine and change within ourselves as a gender, but also must redefine the changes we want to be made for us in society. We have addressed before that the concepts of women's rights have transformed over the years, but in present day we must represent and advocate what we want to be changed.

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10 tenets

Incorporate Ellen Page (fights for feminism and gay rights)

New wave feminism and the difference between previous waves

History and evolution of feminism and how it has transformed

History and evolution of feminism and comparison to lesbianism/queer activism

bell hooks talks about transgenderism as “anti-feminist” or something

are most lesbians/gays feminists? Why or why not?

What do male gays, transgenders think of feminism?

Why do those groups think what they do?

“Meninism”= ignorance and misogyny

Why male gay rights have gotten further than feminist rights