No, you can’t deny women their basic rights and pretend it’s about your ‘religious freedom’. If you don’t like birth control, don’t use it. Religious freedom doesn’t mean you can force others to live by your own beliefs.
Kindergarten teacher Helen Hulick made Los Angeles court history — and struck a blow for women’s fashion — in 1938.
Hulick arrived in downtown L.A. court to testify against two burglary suspects. But the courtroom drama immediately shifted to the slacks she was wearing. Judge Arthur S. Guerin rescheduled her testimony and ordered her to wear a dress next time.
Hulick was quoted in the Nov. 10, 1938, Los Angeles Times saying, “You tell the judge I will stand on my rights. If he orders me to change into a dress I won’t do it. I like slacks. They’re comfortable.”
Five days later, she returned to court in slacks, angering the judge. She was told to return the following day “in acceptable dress” or risk being found in contempt of court and punished.
The next day, Hulick showed up in slacks. Judge Guerin held her in contempt. She was given a five-day sentence and sent to jail.
“After being divested of her favorite garment by a jail matron and attired in a prison denim dress, Miss Hulick was released on her own recognizance after her attorney … obtained a writ of habeas corpus and declared he would carry the matter to the Appellate Court,” The Times reported.
Hundreds sent letters of protest to the courthouse. Guerin’s contempt citation was overturned by the Appellate Division during a habeas corpus hearing. Hulick was free to wear slacks to court.
A couple of months later, Hulick came back to court. Her point made, this time she wore a dress.
Young intelligent women with glitter running through their veins, eyes that sparkle as bright as a million stars on a magical summer night. A bond that lasts an eternity and brings you closer to nature than you’ve ever been. It’s like an endless adventure with your best friends.
look, y’all, the reason i’m not flaming karamel shippers who are women is this:
i may never get to see kara and lena’s insane chemistry become an awesome love story. i may never get to see kara and james have the overdue, beautiful relationship we lost for no good reason. i may never get to see kara have a love life that’s a real beautiful model of any kind of het partnership. i may never get to see my iconic feminist heroes treated right. there’s so much waste here.
but i’m not so at risk here that i’m going to date an attractive, charming man and ignore how uncomfortable he makes me even early in our relationship. let all my friends convince me that if there’s a physical attraction to him that’s enough. convince myself that my problem is that i’m not willing to take risks and be forgiving and understanding enough. take on the project of teaching a man how to have basically emotional intelligence. let my work life, my friendships, and my home life all suffer. accept a little paltry handful of affection and care as real love. and go through break-ups only to get back together with him repeatedly.
what i’m saying is, we’re all actually stuck in this patriarchy. and getting positive feelings out of a toxic ship isn’t… well, it isn’t quite privilege if you’re a woman. it’s something… but it’s not that. even if the race politics and the heteronormativity enrage me and create intersections of inequalities, this ship represents something that makes women’s lives less, no matter how they feel. they’re making a tradeoff at best. and the outcome is not tipped in their favor.
Last night I got to see Gloria Steinem and Roxane Gay speak during Steinem’s tour for her new book, My Life on the Road. (spoiler: they were brilliant) They did a signing afterward and when it was my turn, I said, “I have a super dorky request. I run this tumblr called Feminist Lisa Frank and I was wondering if you’d mind signing one of my memes?”
And Roxane Gay said, “Oh, yeah, I’ve seen that! I’m excited I get to meet you! My friends are going to be so jealous that I met the girl who makes these.”
So that sound you’ve been hearing is me squealing forever. Sorry about that.
When I was in eighth grade, I first began to truly explore feminism. In my spot in the Gifted and Talented program, we were able to do a report on any person we chose. I chose you. I presented my project confidently, as boys in the back chuckled as I said the word “feminist,” and girls smirked, looked at my short hair and tight clothes, and said, “Of course.” As I stood at the front of the classroom, a projection of you and Bell Hooks behind me, I knew that I could get through anything that was thrown at me because there were strong, powerful women to back me up, no matter what. I never imagined that my original feminist hero would be the one to criticize and belittle my choices.
On your appearance with Bill Maher, you commented that young women support Bernie Sanders just so that they can meet boys. As a lesbian, I can firmly say that this is not true. At all. Your saying so is not only extraordinarily heteronormative, but also implies that young girls are only interested in politics because of male attention, thereby implying that girls are silly creatures who do not understand what they are supporting.
I do not do anything for male attention. I support Senator Sanders because he is not afraid to say Black Lives Matter, and his stance on new laws about the restriction of “allowable force” used by police officers. I support him because he has supported LGBTQIA+ rights since long before Hillary Clinton, supporting Pride in 1983, whereas Hillary Clinton was quoted as recently as 2004 saying that marriage “exists between a man and a woman.” I support him because he wants to withdraw troops from Afghanistan, because of his ideas about college tuition being not only affordable, but free, thereby increasing the chances that more women will become educated and more people living in poverty will have a chance to graduate, and because of his immigration policies that expand on President Obama’s, and his consistent activist history.
I know my facts and I know the impact my choices have on my own future. I know why I have a “Bernie 2016” sticker on my desk. I am not here for the boys, I am not here to derail the feminist movement, I am not here to step down and be quiet. I am here to show the world that my youth and my gender do not mean that I am confused. I am here to make a better world for all genders. I am here because feminist icons like you do not understand how feminism has changed. Feminism isn’t about men - it’s about us. My work is not done; as a matter of fact, it is only just beginning. Thank you for everything you’ve done for the feminist movement, but right now, I think it’s time that you update your policies.
We are the new generation of feminism, and we know what we want and why we are here.
[T'Pol is my feminist hero in so many ways: She left her homeworld and lived among strange people for most of her life. She overcame what was essentially rape (the botched mind meld) and a drug addiction. She came to terms with her emotions. She got out of an arranged marriage. She lost her child and her mother all in a short period of time. She owned her sexuality and chose her own mate. She did all these things while being scared shitless but carrying on. She’s a fucking boss.]
You’re involved in a debate about feminism (in the comments section you are kicking yourself for even looking at) with some dudebro’s who twist all your words and try to gang up on you and suddenly another feminist appears to get your back.
I swear there should be a hallelujah choir and a glowing light. My feminist heroes <3
After watching the Women’s World Cup I realized how unequal the society we live in is. The USWNT has proven that they are the best team in the world and their payout for winning a world championship was 3 million dollars. The USMNT lost in the round of 16 and their payout was 18 million dollars. No offense but who even plays for the men’s national team? The women on the USWNT not only are phenomenal athletes, but are also a group of women who support such great causes and are role models for young girls all around the world. All im trying to say is these strong women shouldn’t be glorified for a month every four years, but rather should be everyday figures we look up to 🇺🇸⚽️