A lot of people say that third wave feminism is too fragmented, that modern women’s rights campaigns just won’t work because there’s too many voices and no unified approach.

But isn’t that the idea? How would a single approach account for the experience of billions of people? There is no one way to be woman, and therefore no one way to advocate for them.

Food for thought.

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Emma Watson’s speech at the UN Women’s conference blew my mind. Please watch it.

The way she phrased the invitation for men made me so ashamed of all the years I struggled with the word “feminist.” Every woman in my life has been empowered by this video.

We cannot grow the global economy if we do not open the doors to women to participate.
It is physically and emotionally draining to be called upon to prove that these systems of power exist. For many of us, just struggling against them is enough — now you want us to break them down for you? Imagine having weights tied to your feet and a gag around your mouth, and then being asked to explain why you think you are at an unfair disadvantage. Imagine watching a video where a young man promises to kill women who chose not to sleep with him and then being forced to engage with the idea that maybe you are just a hysterical feminist seeing misogyny where there is none. It is incredibly painful to feel that in order for you to care about my safety, I have to win this verbal contest you have constructed “for fun.”

Juliana Britto, feministing.

Amen that there.

To all the people out there who argue against equal pay for women

To all the people out there who argue against equal pay for women, I want you to take some time to think. Especially to all of you men out there… just take some time to think and try to imagine …. try to imagine sitting at table directly across from your mother and looking her in the eyes. Then, while looking her in the eyes, try explaining to her why she isn’t worth nearly as much as your father. Try looking her in the eyes while explaining to her that you think that while she will work as hard as your father, she will only ever be worth about 2/3rds as much as he is….

Now imagine you had a sister….
Try sitting across the table from your sister… looking her in the eyes and explaining to her that no matter what, you’ll always be worth more than she is. That no matter how hard she works, she’ll only ever be worth about 2/3rds as much as her husband, boyfriend or her own brother. Try telling your own sister that you believe that she isn’t worth the same as yourself and that you’re better than her, that her husband is better than her, that her boyfriend is better than her… 

Imagine siting across the table from your wife…. 
Imagine looking her in the eyes while you tell her you love her and trying to explain to her how she’s worth less than you. Imagine trying to explain to your wife how she’s only worth about 2/3rds of you… imagine trying to explain to your wife how she will never be good enough to be worth the same amount as you…. even though this is the woman who has born you your children… imagine telling the mother of your children that no matter how hard she works, she isn’t enough…. she will never be enough….

Now imagine you have a daughter…
Imagine trying to sit across the table from your daughter… look her in the eyes, maybe even hold her hand as you try to tell her and explain to her that she isn’t enough. That while you may love her or care about her, you don’t think she’s enough. That she will never be enough. That you think that her brother, her boyfriend or her husband is worth more than she is…. more than she ever will be… Try looking your daughter in the eye and telling her how she will never be good enough to you to be worth the same as a man…. that no matter how hard she works, no matter what position she gets, she will never be enough….

By refusing to accept the idea of equal pay for women, you are having each of these conversations every day with these family members… The only difference is you’re not looking them in the eye when you do it.. it’s just happening in your head… behind their backs…
Can’t imagine swallowing your pride and having these conversations? Then why are you still against equal pay for women? It’s time our nations stopped being full of hypocrites. It’s time our nations stopped saying that they support this idea while actively doing the opposite of it…. even governments who say that they support equal pay for women have yet to put their money where their mouth is…

Governments of the world, step up. Stop being hypocrites. The time is now…. We, the people of the world….. citizens of the world… we are watching, waiting… we are going to hold you accountable for your hypocrisy. 

People enough is enough… It’s time to stop just saying it and actually getting behind the action of it. If we truly believe in equal pay for women, it’s time to pony up…

Stop telling your mother, your sister, your wife and your daughter that they’re not enough…

Start telling them that enough is enough…

Start telling them that they are enough.

The US is at a critical point politically. As the movements for equality for LGBT folks, women, and people of color advance, the right is fighting harder and harder to bring us backwards and keep us down. 

If you want to see our movement continue forwards, we have to make sure the right people are put in office. Those who will continue to protect and advance our rights need our votes to outweigh the mass amounts of money that the 1% flood into politicians who work hard to keep equality from becoming an American truth. 



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Emma Watson, British actress and U.N. Goodwill Ambassador, gave animpassioned speech last Saturday, for the HeforShe Campaign, a U.N. gender equality initiative aimed at getting men involved in stopping violence against women. 

"How can we affect change in the world when only half of it is invited or feel welcome to participate in the conversation?" Watson said. "Men — I would like to take this opportunity to extend your formal invitation. Gender equality is your issue, too."

All over the world, men and women are taking a stand for gender equality. You can take action on the issue of gender equality here

Share this with the men in your life. #HeforShe

“We don’t often talk about men being imprisoned by gender stereotypes but I can see that that they are and that when they are free, things will change for women as a natural consequence.

If men don’t have to be aggressive in order to be accepted women won’t feel compelled to be submissive. If men don’t have to control, women won’t have to be controlled. Both men and women should feel free to be sensitive. Both men and women should feel free to be strong… It is time that we all perceive gender on a spectrum not as two opposing sets of ideals.”


I did an experiment today, as part of a course I’m taking. We were challenged to ‘wear something different’. I decided to dress like a boy, or as boyish as I could manage. I would walk around wearing both outfits and measure the reactions.

I had two looks: my ‘Girly Girl’ outfit, in the style I wear all the time -a pink sweater, black skirt, black tights, black shoes, earrings, a little bit of makeup. As you can see from the pictures, the only bits of skin I was showing was my face and hands, and nothing was too tight-fitted (being subjected to all sorts of street harassment since I turned 12 has made me cautious with clothing). I had my first class and then I changed into the ‘Boyish’ outfit -a shirt, old jeans, a jacket, and I had to use a beanie to hide all my hair.

I went outside the school (not before realizing I wasn’t hiding at all: my classmates were greeting me by name even from across the street) and headed to a construction site I never ever ever walk by because the workers there truly don’t know what respect is and I’ve been catcalled or whistled at more times than I care to count, until I chose to avoid the place altogether. But now it was as if I didn’t exist. Not a look, not a sound, nothing. They went on doing whatever they were supposed to do, which is what they should always do instead of harassing girls, anyway. No other man I saw seemed to notice me, either, which is, well, a first.

But I was noticed by other girls, mostly from my school, and two old ladies, and that’s where I got the dirtiest looks. By now I’d understood everyone could tell I was female. Some girls giggled, some others looked puzzled. The two old ladies looked slightly scandalized and one pulled her dog away from me.

Then I changed back into my ‘Girly Girl’ outfit and headed outside one more time. I swear I hadn’t been out as full ‘Girly Girl’ for two minutes when the catcalling and ogling was back. 

I returned to the school building for my other class and then I had to go pick up something in another part of the city. I didn’t feel like doing ‘Boyish’ again because I sincerely hated the outfit. In the course of the afternoon I had to deal with two catcallers and a groper.

I’m wearing my pajamas now, in case anyone’s interested. But I keep thinking, what am I supposed to do? Make myself ugly everyday, every time I go out, so that I can be safe, or wear what makes me feel nice and pretty, and then risk being seen as a thing anyone can comment on or touch? More than half the men who harass me are old enough to be my fathers, which was even more true when I was effing twelve years old and passing cars would honk and construction workers would whistle. Both still happen these days, but hell, I was twelve when it began.

But I was also surprised by the women’s reactions. The incredulity, laughter, shock. The woman who didn’t let her dog near me and the girl who looked at me with wide eyes and then turned back to her boyfriend as if seeking something normal and reassuring, aka not me.

So, my little experiment wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be, but definitely quite enlightening. What a world to be a woman in.

Vehicles for our Hearts

I can hear the murmurs of body hate
Sinking into my skin
Penetrating superficial boundaries of self-confidence
Peering at me through side glances
Everytime I take a bite
Scoffing at me
As I admire my full-body reflection
The way you would when someone laughs at a joke
That they couldn’t possibly understand
I smile indignantly as I try to figure out
If I feel indifference
Or envy
Towards hearts that travel in smaller vehicles
Hearts that though they may be equally susceptible to self-loathing
Haven’t had to constantly fight the world
For the right to self-love
Even harder than not knowing
Why society has determined that some hearts are not worthy of love
Be it because they’re either too big
Or too small
Or unknowingly in-between
Is not wanting to keep fighting
Every single day
And yet still knowing that I have to
I’ll lose something far too great
A vehicle for my heart
Without which I can’t carry
My bartering tool for love
Neither can I love another without my heart
Nor can I love another without loving myself as a prerequisite
That is the way society has damned us
To live loveless lives
Or to not live at all
By teaching us to hate ourselves
Which then makes us hate each other
Because you see
I hear the murmurs of body hate
Sinking into my skin
Penetrating superficial boundaries of self-confidence
Because as often as I have been victimized by them
I have perpetrated them
Feeling that if I can’t have peace and be satisfied
No sooner should anyone else be satisfied
Self-loathing being an affliction that breeds
And multiplies
And takes root in our children
And will continue to destroy
We accept that though our bodies are all very different
They are the great equalizers
Because in all their wonders they are still merely
Vehicles for our hearts

We live in a time where the word ‘sexism’ is hated,
yet humor is still found in the alcohol-stained lips,
that form names such as ‘baby’ and ‘sweetheart.’

The jokes aren’t funny,
so stop telling me to relax.

We live in a time where ‘clingy’ women are hated,
yet as soon as we move from the expectations of men,
they try and bring us down so they can be higher.

I am independent,
so stop pretending that I need you.

We live in a time where ‘prude’ women are hated,
yet when we decide how much of our own skin to show,
‘we were asking for it.’

My clothing is not an invitation,
so stop acting like I owe you.

We live in a time where ‘similarity’ is hated,
yet my opinions are still laughed upon,
just because it is different to the opinion of the man beside me

My voice is just as important as yours,
so stop making me feel small.

We live in a time where suffering is hated,
yet when my body shakes in the middle of the night for no reason,
nobody takes me seriously.

I am a human being,
so stop calling me an overreaction.

We live in a time where there are cracks in our walls,
but people are too ignorant to acknowledge their existence.
Instead, we plaster them with hatred,
believing that the problem is is fixed.

The truth is, however,
that we live in a time where our cracks are growing.

Girls are being taught to hate their bodies,
but are told to fix them by stripping away layers of humanity,
with beauty products and hair removal creams.

Women are too afraid to leave their houses at night,
but are told to fix their fears by covering their own skin,
despite the fact that our skin is ours and ours only.

We are drowning in this ocean of discrimination,
but you are telling me that learning to swim amongst it,
will fix me.

How can you not understand that by refusing to see the faults in our society,
you’re allowing these plastered walls to crash?

So you can drink your bottles of hatred,
but the stains will never be removed from your lips.

—  C. Vines
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