When Shanna Bukhari decided she wanted to be the first Muslim to represent Britain in a global beauty pageant, she suspected the road ahead might not be smooth, but nothing could have prepared her for the abuse she received.

"I have felt in fear for my life," said the 24-year-old Miss Universe contestant. The attacks escalated last week when Bukhari received her first death threat.

The censure has come from various quarters, ranging from Muslims who claim that she is denigrating the name of Islam, to white supremacists who say that an Asian cannot represent the UK, and to women who condemn beauty pageants as an affront to feminism.

Most of the negative comments have come from a minority of Muslim men. “I get people saying, ‘you’re not a Muslim’ and ‘you’re using religion to get attention’. I said they were the ones bringing religion into it. I’m not representing Islam; I just want to represent my country, and of that I am very proud. They are trying to control me, using religion as a tool to attack.”

One Facebook message calls her a “dirty Muslim” and asks why she is representing Britain “when you don’t even fucking belong here”. Bukhari said: “I actually replied to him in a very calm manner because I’m not one to retaliate, my family taught me to rationalise rather than react. Then I thought ‘why can’t I represent Britain?’ I was born here and am proud to be British. My parents are from Pakistan but I am not going to represent Pakistan as this is my country.”

white sister told me all women are one united in de face of chau’vism (pa’don my engilis)

I smiled

pa…paa pa..tri..archy is the cross women carry, she charged we must fight it with all our might.

I laughed…

racked by spasm my head jerked back and crazily wobbled from side to side. pampered sister titillates herself with quixotic tales of male ‘xploitation.


"dumb" black woman laughed mirthlessly on flicking away tears of pain from my eyes.

I looked up from my chore on the kitchen floor where, new found sister had ordered me to be on knees

to scrub the floor clean for the pittance she paid: on knees to srub the floor clean for sisterarchy.

—  Nkiru Nzegwu, “Sisterhood” (via wocinsolidarity)
Slam Poetry: I'm A Tumblr Feminist











Plant (2004) identifies approximately one hundred female authors of Greek and Latin whose writing we have or who are mentioned in literature, including not only poets, but also alchemists, prostitutes and midwives.

Sarah Levin-Richardson, Fututa sum hic

Could I just ask why it isn’t until now that I’ve heard about all these women? As in, apart from Sappho and Sulpicia, none have ever been hinted at, let alone discussed?

Unfortunately, while “pro-life” is a hideous misnomer, a simple term like “pro-choice” cannot encompass the gravity of bodily integrity and just how critical it is for women to have rights to our own bodies.

So, perhaps it’s time to emphasize what Roe has wrought, 40 years on.

For women, the ability to control the number and spacing of your children is fundamental. It’s nearly impossible to overstate just how crucial that right is: without it, we simply don’t have the same prospects and abilities to live full, free lives. It’s no coincidence that the dual rights to abortion and birth control ushered in some of the most profound cultural shifts in human history.

While gender equality is far from perfectly realized, women today have more rights and opportunities than ever before. We go to college and most graduate schools at the same rates as men, and are increasingly present in high-paying jobs. We are better able to leave abusive marriages and relationships. We’re healthier, and so are our children – child mortality has greatly decreased, and a low child mortality rate is directly tied to reproductive healthcare and reproductive rights.

Reliable birth control and access to abortion means that we can pursue an education and work to build a stable career before getting married and reproducing – and the marriages that come later in life between two highly-educated people are by far the most stable. Among couples who have children, those who plan the pregnancies are happier than those who don’t.

Between 1970 and 2009, child mortality around the world fell by half, which is largely attributable to women being better-educated and better able to make their own reproductive decisions. In the US, along with Roe came safer and earlier abortions; emergency rooms are no longer lined with women injured by illegal terminations, and abortion is now one of the safest medical procedures a woman can have.

What’s not to support?

Why I need feminism, even if you don't

It has been a lot of fun watching the media and my awesome community of feminist men and women react to the idiocy of Women Against Feminism, but sometimes you don’t realize how much shit like that can get you down until you’re at work watching a Beyoncé concert video and the word “FEMINIST” flashes across the enormous stadium screen and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s words echo throughout the hall and you start crying tears of relief and happiness in the middle of a comic store.

One of the reasons I need feminism (even as a very privileged, middle class, western, white woman) is because when I was 20, I received an unscheduled, undesired nose-job during reconstructive (non-plastic) surgery on my face.

I broke my nose moving a garbage can out of the street (no surprise to those that know my clumsy ass), and went in for surgery at Sacred Heart Medical Center in Eugene, Oregon a few days later. After a couple weeks of healing and waiting for the swelling to go down, I went in for a follow up appointment with the surgeon, a gruff white man in his early 60s. Everything was healing nicely but I didn’t understand why my nose looked a little different, as he had told me the surgery would be easy and result in no permanent damage or change in my appearance. I asked him about it, would I still look different after it had finished healing? The doctor laughed and told me that it looked different because he had lowered the bridge of my nose during the surgery. “I thought you would like it,” he told me, if my nose looked smaller.

This man altered my appearance without my consent. He permanently altered my face to conform to his vision of how women should look, how we should want to look. This was done while I was unconscious, without prior consent or even prior discussion. Not only did he think he had a right to make this decision about MY body, he thought I would thank him for it and was genuinely surprised that I was disappointed I would never have my old nose back. This guy, who acted with no malice, did what he did because he had been raised in a culture that teaches white men to think that they are the ultimate authority in all situations.

This happened because that man and I grew up in a culture which implicitly and explicitly tells men that women’s bodies are for their enjoyment: we are physical objects for their aesthetic and sexual pleasure. Women are raised to aspire to a homogeneous ideal of beauty, which is the measure of our self worth, and only affirmed when appreciated by/enacted for men. He thought he was doing me a favor, helping me fulfill my function.

Now, luckily for me, the difference is very slight. In fact, only my mother, my best friend and I can notice it. But being glad that someone only violated your body a little bit has the same kind of feeling as being thankful the guy who mugged you only stole your purse, but didn’t make you empty your pockets or give him your shoes. It could have been worse. It’s still a good looking nose. But it shouldn’t have happened at all.

And that is why I love what Beyoncé is doing with Flawless, what her co-creator on the remix, Nicki Minaj, is doing with the cover for her single Anaconda: they are being explicitly sexual, they are reveling in their bodies and their beauty, but it is on their own terms, for their own enjoyment, and none of it is for or sanctioned by men. I think it would be very easy to look at them and see only “empowerfulment” (easily googled for those not familiar, try empowerful and think pink Nike products and stripper poles), but that’s not what is happening here. These are two powerful women making their own choices, in control of their images, their careers, their money, and their bodies and it. is. awesome. To do it in a culture still struggling with “Black is Beautiful" is nothing short of inspiring.

People need to take into account:

You can’t blame every single white person. We are not a whole. We are not all racist, not all of our fucking ancestors are from America, understand that. Don’t blame every single cis person. It’s not our fault we are comfortable in the gender/body we were born in, not all of us bully. Stop blaming men for the actions if men in the past. You know when you say stuff like ‘you didn’t give us the vote’, guess what? No they didn’t. Because they weren’t BORN. Because their parents weren’t born yet either. There are plenty of reasons to blame people, and their are plenty of other things i could mention, these are but a few. just hear me out when i say, stop blaming people as a whole, for things they have never done, things that happened in the past. no we will not forget the history, but maybe if you stop pointlessly blaming, we can try move forward.

Countless times of singing hallelujah
At the top of my lungs
Cannot gain the forgiveness of your God
For leaving you stranded on the side of the highway
In the midst of January’s coldest day.
I can say I believe what the Bible says
About how a man can love one woman,
But I find life defiant to these words
When I see how many lips you’ve kissed
And the thighs you’ve found yourself between.
Perhaps the way I carry myself in the market place -
Well knowing of how tight my jeans are
And daring for someone to make a bold enough move for me to turn them down -
Says more about my ego than my personality.
Maybe it says nothing at all, besides “I am stronger than my lack of words make me seem”.
You’ve roughly underestimated the things I’m capable of
And the type of control my anger has over me.
You’ve considered me to be a typhoon of sadness,
Wrapped in bows and made up to look attractive.
You do not know my mind.
You do not know the things I’ve plotted, or the lack of concern I have for myself.
You do not know what I am capable of attaining,
If only I allow myself.
I may feel remorse for breaking your heart,
But that does not make me a slave to your sadness,
Or even to my own.
I am hot peppers and sharpened knives and I will cut and burn whatever tries to defeat me.
I will not be your biblical woman.
I will not be a misogynist’s dream.
—  tcm
I Am Not Your Biblical Woman
Why The Walking Dead is a misogynistic, sexist, pathetic excuse for a show:

1. The show opens with a conversation between two men discussing how annoying women are because they ‘never turn off the lights’ because obviously it’s probably really irritating when you, the big strong man, goes out to work to pay for the electricity and then absolutely all women leave the lights on in your house. 


2. The first woman you’re introduced to is someone who is scared of the big horrible dead people whilst she’s in hysterics and tries to shoot someone but leaves the safety on (Andrea), but luckily for her the big strong men of the group are holding it together like the tough males they are. 


3. The next woman is Rick’s wife, who you automatically dislike because she’s sleeping with his best friend when she only assumes Rick’s been dead for a little while. The audience clearly aren’t gonna like her straight away (she’ll have to earn her popularity from viewers). 


4. The other women we see is that dudes wife Carol, who is getting beaten up by her husband. She’s a stereotypical character added into the show with no other storyline other than being beaten up by a man, with no other dimension to her. 


5. Another one is the wife of Morales, who literally doesn’t speak and when he decides to split from the group she silently waits in the background whilst he speaks on behalf of her and the kids. 


6. Another woman is Andrea’s little sister, who is portrayed as a naive young blonde who still ‘behaves like a little kid’ by believing in mermaids and mythical creatures. 


7. Finally, what do the men do in this show? Shoot zombies, hunt, argue about the right thing to do next, build things etc… what do the women do? Cook, clean the men’s clothes, collect wood, take care of the children and gossip about how much they miss their vibrators. They have no role in deciding what the best thing for the group to do is… they leave that to the men who clearly know better. 



I dunno what the comic is like, but to the producers and writers of the TV series, I would just like to ask them if they mind taking it back to the 1950’s… because evidently, that is where it belongs.