Sci Fi Dystopian story idea
Been playing around with an idea for a Sci Fi Dystopian story. Here’s the premise:
There’s a fictional world in which most of the species fits into one of two types, the “life givers” and the “non life givers.” The life givers are actually able to grow new life forms inside their body. The non life givers, or NLGs, have a small role in to play in the initial inception of the new life forms, but the life givers, LGs, turn their bodies into hosts for the new life form for almost a year, and use a considerable amount of their strength to nurture and grow the new life.
But, instead of revering the power of the LGs, the NLGs try to control and repress the LGs. There are committees and panels made up of primarily NLGs to decide the fate of the LGs. Despite the immense power the LGs posess in their bodies, or perhaps, because of it, the NLGs make laws that take away the LGs’ control of their own bodies. They dictate that the LGs have little or no say in when they create life, and they are not free to use their powerful bodies however they choose, but should instead adhere to a code established by NLGs.
Then, I guess, the LGs rise up and over power the NLGs to take control of their own bodies and lives, but I’m not sure. How do you think it should end?
Things that I find gross and sexist about marriage
- When the dude asks team brides father for her hand in marriage
- When the father gives the bride away
- When the bride is supposed to take the husband’s last name
Also a bonus points for things I find gross and sexist about proposals
- When a guy tries to pressure his partner into saying yes by proposing very publicly and then she is vilified and he receives sympathy if she says no
If you think abortion “murders babies”, but that abortion in the case of rape is acceptable, then guess what? You are a fucking nasty human being.
Because a fetus that is the result of rape is demonstrably and biologically no different than the fetus that results from consensual sex. If one if a baby, then so is the other.
So it boils down to this: If you differentiate between the two, then you are using pregnancy as a tool to punish women for having consensual sex. And that is sick.
Participation grades are, in effect, inherently sexist, as well as ableist.
Teachers, first off, favor boys speaking in the classroom, even ones who think they do a good job of classroom equality.
- teachers are more likely to call on boys and then go on to reinforce, praise and encourage them. When a boy gives a wrong answer, a teacher will spend time to help him reason out the correct answer. However, when a girl answers, a teacher is likely to either respond with a bland “okay” to her right answer or simply to move on to another student if her answer is incorrect.
- Boys are eight times more likely to call out in class without raising their hands and tend to dominate discussions. Boys are twice often used as role models in class and five times more apt to get a teacher’s attention when they raise their hands to recite. Boys often recite even if they have not done the day’s homework, whereas even well prepared girls hesitate to participate. The older girls get, the more they let boys take over the class.
- Teachers learn boys’ names more quickly.
- An underlying theme of coeducational schools is that if only boys would work harder and behave better, they’d get better grades. The underlying message for girls is “You are nice and well behaved, and you work hard, but you’re not very smart.”
This is not even considering students who suffer from social anxiety or autism, or who are maybe even just introverted. This is generally an ableist phenomenon. Besides, anxiety mostly affects—wait for it—women. Women are twice as likely to have anxiety than men are.
Classrooms need radical change. Learning gender roles begins during childhood, and what are we teaching children? That boys get to talk, and girls get to submit to them.
That’s fucked.
I am really frustrated with some aspects of the body positive movement right now.
The body positive movement should not be about reinforcing the tired old foolishness that women come in only two body types: thin and curvy. Some women are neither. Some women are both. And guess what? We all have our own bullshit to deal with.
The body positive movement should not be about telling women of color, LGBTQ women, disabled women, older women, poor women, and so forth and so on that their concerns are unimportant or invalid because they’re not about size. That’s ridiculous.
The body positive movement should not be about forcing women who are affected by more than one of these issues to choose which matters most to them on any given day. Why? Because Intersectionality. Have you heard of it?
It is absurd that I have at least one email in my inbox each day from someone telling me that I have no idea what it’s like to be marginalized, discriminated against, or mistreated because I’m thinner than them.I’m aware that I benefit from size privilege; that’s not what this post about it. Size privilege is B.S. and it needs to stop, and I want to be a part of that.
But can you please avoid building your movement on the backs of other oppressed groups? Can you please avoid reinforcing the societal messaging that women of color don’t matter, that disabled women don’t matter, that older women don’t matter, that LGBTQ women don’t matter, and that poor women don’t matter? Could you please stop that?
A feminist movement that sacrifices other women and views them as expendable isn’t a feminist movement at all. I don’t know what you would call it, but definitely not that.
“Can someone tell me whether we're supposed to be offended by Johnny Depp's portrayal of Tonto or not? Must know for dinner parties/twitter.”
—Lena Dunham Does That Thing That Lena Dunham Does
Yeah, she actually asked that on Twitter. Next time I see a fauxminist site peddling her series because “OMG WE NEED MORE WOMEN ON TV”, I’m going to go be the Hulk to their sorry Loki. There is nothing worth defending in her or her products at this stage. And if I am supposed to consume her flavor of shit because it’s about women, well, I’d rather die of starvation.
'Anti-pervert' hairy leggings all the rage in China
wyff4.comHairy leggings meant to keep unwanted male attention at bay are all the rage among girls in China.
This is how bad it is. There is actually a market for hair covered stockings to reduce the risk of sexual harassment or assault by strangers in the street.
When logic and education have failed, when self defense has failed, when global society has failed, use their own oppressive rules against them.
Oh, A woman with hairy legs is gross, unsanitary, repulsive? Great! Stay the fuck away from me!
It Happened to Me: I Was Raped at Disney World And Nobody Cared
m.xojane.comThree weeks into the program, I was raped by one of my co-workers.
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I made an appointment to see one of the counselors in Disney’s Employee Assistance Program. I tried to be optimistic.Of course they’ll listen to me. It’s Disney, a company built on childhood innocence and happiness. Wouldn’t they want to fire an accused rapist immediately? (Spoiler Alert: No.)
I recounted everything that happened that night while the counselor stayed silent and seemed at least mildly sympathetic. When I told her we had been drinking, her face changed from “concerned” to “you made a mistake.” Still, I told her, I said “no” the entire time and he never listened.
The first thing she said to me was “Well, now you know not to be hanging around boys in the middle of the night. You know what they want.”
Take a few seconds and re-read that. Now let’s unpack it.
A certified counselor was insinuating that it was my fault that my coworker decided to rape me — as if I should have known better than to interact with any man after dark. Not only that, but she was advising me to approach every interaction with a man as if he is a potential rapist, including every man that works at Disney World. If I react to a man with anything less than hostility after sundown, whatever happens is my fault.
I told her that “no” means “no” whether it’s day or night. That was apparently too radical an idea for her, as she said nothing in reply. She continued to make excuses for my rapist. She asked where he was from and I told her, “France.” She remarked that “cultural differences” were probably part of the problem, telling me that the French have a “different view of love” than we Americans do.
It was at that point that I completely let go of any hope that this woman would help me.
Still, I told her that I was worried for the girls he was hitting on and didn’t know what to do. She apparently took that to mean I was jealous that I wasn’t getting his attention, because she told me to show up at the next party looking hot and make him jealous.
“You’re a pretty girl. I’m sure you get all the boys.”
I was stunned.Why on earth would I want to make my rapist feel jealous? That sounds like it would make my rapist angry and want to assert his dominance over me and the situation in a sexual way. And if I followed that advice and he raped me again, they would probably just tell me I should have known better than to dress so sexy around him. I stayed silent and took a card with our next appointment written down. I never showed up, and instead filed a complaint against her.
Over the next few days, I had a breakdown that led to me telling my parents what happened in a frantic, panic attack-induced phone call at three in the morning. They encouraged me to tell the company what happened and said they would fly me home the moment I said I wanted to leave. I ultimately decided to stay another week to report the assault and get all my things together.
It was good that I gave myself a week to get the situation straightened out, because it was impossible to find out where to report a sexual assault within the company. There was no information about how to report a sexual assault in the college program, nor any resources for who to contact.
I tried calling every department that sounded like they might deal with sexual assault, but ended up in an endless loop of transferred calls until I finally gave up. I went to the front desk of my apartment complex in search of an answer. The look on the guy’s face when I arrived and asked “Hi, do you know where I go to report a rape?” told me he had absolutely no idea. He gave me the number for department I already called. Eventually I had to ask one of my managers, and thankfully she knew who to contact.
I made an appointment to meet with Cheri in Employee Relations. When I got to her office, I wrote down my statement recounting everything that happened the night of the assault and waited to be called in. Unfortunately, she handled the situation even worse than the counselor had.
“You were drinking?”
Yes, I’m over twenty-one. That is legal.
“Why didn’t you scream? If his roommates were home, they would have heard you.”
Thank you for your brilliant insight. I haven’t beaten myself up enough for that already.
“Why didn’t you push him off you? You said he wasn’t that big.”
I froze. The rape took me a little by surprise.
“Why did it take you this long to report the assault? Are you sure you’re not reporting this as a rape because you wanted him to be your boyfriend and he said no?”
… Fuck you.
“Now what I don’t understand is why you didn’t call the police first.”
Because of literally everything you’re saying to me right now.
Those were the things I thought, because I was crying too hard to answer her in the moment. I was told they would still carry out an investigation, but I had little hope anything would come of it. I left her office and immediately booked my flight home.
About a week after I got home, I received a letter that said my complaint had been “noted” in the counselor’s file. I decided to make a follow-up call to Employee Relations and get an update on my investigation. I was told my case was closed, but that they were not able to tell me what actions they had taken. I immediately contacted one of my co-workers asking if he had recently seen my rapist at work. He told me, “I saw him yesterday. He was fine.”
I’m still floored by how unsupportive Disney was during every step of that process. This is a company with tens of thousands of people working for them just in Orlando, including thousands of college-aged adults living on their premises with very little supervision.
There is no information on how to report a sexual assault and seemingly no one competent enough to handle the situation when someone figures out how. To be honest, I feel more violated by the way Disney treated me than I feel from being raped, and I’m worried for every other person that has been in my situation.
These past nine months have been incredibly difficult; “Disney” is not an easy name to escape, along with constant reminders of the time I spent there. However after all this time, I’ve managed to turn all of the bullshit in this situation into an immense amount of self-confidence and self-love that I have never felt before.
It’s difficult to ask every person that reads this article to stop supporting a company that is so pervasive in pop culture (though be my guest, as they say). Nevertheless, I have a feeling that with enough publicity over how poorly their company handles sexual assault accusations, Disney might actually do something proactive about it. So if you would, share this article wherever your online presence may be. We’ll see what happens.
