#feminist quotation

[spookyradluka]

[sisteroutsiders]

And where the words of women are crying to be heard, we must each of us recognize our responsibility to seek those words out, to read them and share them and examine them in their pertinence to our lives. That we not hide behind the mockeries of separations that have been imposed upon us and which so often we accept as our own. For instance, “I can’t possibly teach Black women’s writing — their experience is so different from mine.” Yet how many years have you spent teaching Plato and Shakespeare and Proust? Or another, “She’s a white woman and what could she possibly have to say to me?” Or, “She’s a lesbian, what would my husband say, or my chairman?” Or again, “This woman writes of her sons and I have no children.” And all the other endless ways in which we rob ourselves of ourselves and each other.

Audre Lorde, from “The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action,” as published in Sister Outsider (1983)

[beautifulbookishdisaster]

Danger was confusing. On the one hand, there was her mother, telling her that every street she has to cross, every car ride, every new person was a deathly risk. As a girl, too, she was told that she needed to be on guard against 50 percent of the human race, and she carried that awareness everywhere, ready to make use of it every time a car slowed next to her as she was walking, or she was driven home by the dad after babysitting. Every time she waited at a bus stop or was at a party with boys and alcohol or was just plain alone, she felt the high alert of vigilance. You could forget that some people don't live this way. Part of the population rarely even thinks like this. They just walk around without fear and wait at bus stops and go to parties.

Deb Caletti, A Heart in a Body in the World

[therambleandrumble]

"How do we divest ourselves of the need to make ourselves extraordinary? The danger is that we must now be too good. If you've been too evil, if you've been the notion of sin incarnated and you're now trying to correct that balance, what do you do?

You make Black people into saints. You go from being a sinner to being a saint. Neither one is true. Neither one has anything to do with reality. Both are traps to dehumanize.

Both refuse to accept the fact that you live, breathe, and die out of an internal psyche, which is extremely private, extremely idiosyncratic, and is neither saint nor sinner..."

— Kathleen Collins, Master Class to Howard, 1982

[jhesite]

"For all those suffering from an inferiority complex, this is a miraculous liniment; no one is more arrogant toward women, more aggressive or more disdainful, than a man anxious about his own virility. Those who are not threatened by their fellow men are far more likely to recognize woman as a counterpart; but even for them the myth of the Woman, of the Other, remains precious for many reasons. They can hardly be blamed for not wanting to lightheartedly sacrifice all the benefits they derive from the myth: they know what they lose by relinquishing the woman of their dreams, but they do not know what the woman of tomorrow will bring them."

Le Deuxième Sexe, Simone de Beauvoir

[kathillards]

wait why is Amelia being Red ranger an affront to women?

short answer: because she sucks! hope this helps <3

long answer: bc its a joke that they would make her red ranger for ten episodes and claim that makes her the First Ever Full-Time Full-Series Live-Action Female Red Ranger or whatever the fuck when cosmic fury is a continuation of dino fury which had 44 episodes where a man was the red ranger, like that's not even remotely feminist that is the definition of throwing tokens at us to shut us up. she's the first ever full-series female red but her full series is a sequel series that is less than half the length of a normal series?? she only gets to be the red ranger when the show is cancelled and won't be having a new season so there's no risk in it?? yeah i feel really well-represented rn

the other long answer is that amelia is a terrible role model for little girls, she spends two entire seasons letting ollie be a dick to her, barely ever raises her voice in return, he ridicules her passion and she lets him, and it's all ok bc they like each other. the second she gets an important part in the story, she goes off to investigate her parents and IMMEDIATELY gets her ass kicked!! twice!! and needs ollie to come and save her!! TWICE!! yeah she's really giving leader vibes there. and her entire plot is propelled by the choices and decisions of MEN specifically pop-pop almost dying and deciding to tell her about her parents, and tarrick actually doing shit for the storyline the entire season (tarrick is the real star of dino fury s2), and ollie is just there to save her. its great v feminist i can tell the writers have been drinking their respect women juice

and the other other long answer is that zayto is the first black/asian man to be red and having a white woman replace him is simply bad optics and if the writer's room wasn't majority white, they might have noticed that and done something smarter, but they didn't, because they are majority white, and it really really shows.

[ruegracieuse]

I do think we as a society don’t really need any more ‘feminist’ retellings of fairytales, particularly from people who aren’t closely familiar with the cultures from which their source material originates. This said, I am thoroughly enjoying Deathless and The Bloody Chamber (which I picked up again last week determined to make it past the eponymous story).

[apollosms4nger]

Kim Jiyoung, born 1982 by Cho Nam joo

Text id:

As Jiyoung lay on her stomach on the floor to do homework, she clutched her cramping lower abdomen and repeated to herself, “I don’t understand. Half the population in the world goes through this every month. If a pharmaceutical company were to develop an effective pill specifically for menstrual cramps, not the ‘pain medication’ that makes you sick, they would make a fortune.”

Her sister filled a plastic bottle with hot water, wrapped it in a towel and passed it to her.

“You’re right. In a world where doctors can cure cancer and do heart transplants, there isn’t a single pill to treat menstrual cramps.” Her sister pointed at her own stomach.

“The world wants our uterus to be drug-free. Like sacred grounds in a virgin forest.”

[afulltimenerd]

I am no longer one of Mr Pontellier's possessions to dispose of or not. I give myself where I choose.

The Awakening by Kate Chopin

[spookyradluka]

What I'm more interested in, is asking what kind of man thinks it's okay to purchase the body of another human being and use it as a sex toy? What kind of man thinks it's okay to buy rape? ... Money doesn't change the fact that she doesn't want to have sex with you, it just means she lets you do it in exchange for the funds to pay her bills. If money wasn't involved, there would be no consent."

Why do Feminists Hate Men? by Alexandra Golding

[sisteroutsiders]

All too often the message comes loud and clear to Black women from Black men: “I am the only prize worth having and there are not too many of me, and remember, I can always go elsewhere. So if you want me, you’d better stay in your place which is away from one another, or I will call you ‘lesbian’ and wipe you out.” Black women are programmed to define ourselves within this male attention and to compete with each other for it rather than to recognize and move upon our common interests.

Audre Lorde, from “Scratching the Surface: Some Notes on Barriers to Women and Loving,” as published in Sister Outsider (1983)

[kaywrites23]

“For a long while, she was not aloud to speak, aloud to think. She wasn’t to joke or jest, or to poke fun. She was to be proper.

She was to be a ‘lady.’

Until one day, she broke free.

She spoke, she thought. She joked and teased. She was ‘improper.’

And she felt good.”

[therambleandrumble]

XVIII.

Antony & Cleopatra

Tonight let us lie here love,

For who knows where we shall lie tomorrow.

Tonight let us lie here love,

For God knows where we shall lie tomorrow.

Tonight let us lie here love.

Press my edges with your left hand,

Test my shadow with your right,

Take my right heel in your right hand,

Find your shelter with your left.

Tonight let us at least not lie to each other

That this or anything is no more than life can make it

Or more than we can bear—

For who knows but we will not lie here again,

But you will leave me an empty house.

— Barbara Chase-Riboud

[thepoeticshawty]

[lolitapie]

The quintessential muse for my blank canvas, the subject matter of my writings, and the paladin of my dreams and daydreams - turns out to be a body of horror.

- C

[dreams-and-pinch-of-heartwarming]

You know that feeling when you finish a book and a bittersweet feeling arouses in you? Well I'm feeling this now ❤️‍🩹

Just finished Jennifer Saint's Ariadne and I'm heartbroken but also feeling hopefulness

It was a beautiful reading and my tears haven't dried yet....

So here are some of my favorite quotes

I would not let a man who knew the value of nothing make me doubt the value of myself

You told me once that one lifetime of human love was worth the loss.

Mortals may age, but the gods are prisoners of their own infantile whimsies, never capable of change and never knowing what it is to love because they dare not risk the suffering of loss.

It was the women, always the women, be they helpless serving girls or princesses, who paid the price.

The gods do not know love, because they cannot imagine an end to anything they enjoy. Their passions do not burn brightly as a mortal’s passions do, because they can have whatever they desire for the rest of eternity. How could they cherish or treasure anything? Nothing to them is more than a passing amusement, and when they have done with it, there will be another

Why mortals bloomed like flowers and crumbled to nothing? Why their absence left a gnawing ache, a hollow void that could never be filled? And how everything they once were, the spark within them, could be extinguished so completely yet the world did not collapse under the weight of so much pain and grief.

I know that human life shines more brightly because it is but a shimmering candle against an eternity of darkness, and it can be extinguished with the faintest breeze.

Why did I, Phaedra of Knossos and Athens, put my faith in a man? When I should have seen that what I truly wanted was simply to run away