So I started this morning finding out Marc read that horrid open letter that 🍏 wrote. The one calling Felicity abusive and shitting on season 4 and blah blah. Of course I jump on the defense and then get into some spats. And then I see these tweets and you can imagine my anger. I’m sorry but WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??!! WOMEN ARE NOT PLAY THINGS! We are not one dimensional! FELICITY SMOAK IS NOT COMIC RELIEF 2kFOREVER!! She’s a multi-faceted complex character yes with flaws but who is strong and stands up for herself and loves herself! She’s a fantastic role model for women of all ages and even men. When you agree to marrying someone you don’t settle for being on the outside of the relationship. You don’t settle for not being complete EQUALS in all aspects of your life. You are a team and make decisions TOGETHER! Felicity was the wronged party in this situation!! I get feeling sorry for Oliver! He has suffered so much and loves and wants her so much. And he’s hard to resist! But imagine how much we love him and multiply it for Felicity’s love and see how hard it was for her to walk away. The show will always be more sympathetic to Oliver’s struggles because it’s his story, but it doesn’t make him right at all. He was wrong. Simply put. period. But that’s not even the whole story with the total sexist ideal of what Felicity should be to Oliver. Apparently all she is good for is throwing a funny one liner in every now and then and only cheerleading and praising Oliver 24\7. FUCK THAT. Sorry she’s not fitting into your one dimensional sexist box for a women’s purpose. She is not that and that is one of the million reasons why Oliver loves her. Because she stands up to him. She’s makes him better and helps him grow. She doesn’t accept that he is a killer or just a damaged man. She’s always known he’s capable of more and has helped him reached that potential. But it comes to a point he has to stand on his own. Season 3 and 4 have only made my love for Felicity grow even more and more. She is the reason I started watching arrow and I loved her from the start. I would not be watching if she wasn’t on the show. I was drawn in by her humor and stayed for the strong women underneath the humor. She’s complex and amazing. I love her funny one liners and I love her great speeches like “don’t fight to die, fight to live”. She’s a hero and a badass.
I don’t even know if I have it in me to deal with the last two tweets. People accusing Felicity of ABUSING OLIVER! And belittling him and having tantrums. Like I can’t argue with such delusion. And stop using a real mental illness to hate on a fictional character. It’s gross. Apparently if Felicity isn’t worshipping the ground Oliver walks on and taking his apology and easily forgiving him for breaking them and just being submissive to his every demand and suicide mission, she’s abusive? Yeah ok…
I don’t care if you don’t like Felicity. She’s fictional and no one is universally liked! NO ONE. But to spout this sexist and delusional bulllshit, I won’t stand for.

End rant.

(Despite the fandom crazy, I did have a great day with my family. Happy Easter yall)

“Male privilege is “I have a boyfriend” being the only thing that can actually stop someone from hitting on you because they respect another man more than they respect your rejection/lack of interest.”

The Sociological Cinema

There was actually research that was done that found that women who used an “I have a boyfriend/husband” excuse to reject unwanted sexual attention and harassment by their bosses were more likely to be left alone than those who used any other excuse (including “I’m not interested”)

Because men respect another man’s property (and that’s how they see us) than a woman’s autonomy.

Source: queerintersectional

Why I Need Feminism: A Recent Realization

While driving to work today I had a very vivid memory that I haven’t thought about in years. 

When I was in high school, I walked to and from school every day.  I lived really close, and the walk took about 10-15 minutes.  One day while walking home, I was close to my neighborhood entrance when a loud car pulled up to me with all of it’s windows down.  It was full of older, intimidating, aggressive looking men who started simultaneously all yelling “Hey baby, nice ass!”, “What’s your name?”, and “Wanna go for a ride?” at me.  I became clearly uncomfortable.  I was an awkward teenager just coming to terms with my own developing body, wearing jeans and a blouse.  Crossing my arms over my chest, I silently acknowledge that none of my shirts seem to conceal my ever-growing bosom anymore and I am growing red with embarrassment.  I try to ignore them, and their car keeps following me.  After 10 feet of this, they are still yelling at me, and begin waving wads of money out the window in my direction screaming “How much, baby?" 

"Please leave me alone” I finally answer, and try to continue walking.  They burst into laughter.  When they continue to follow me, despite the blatant fear written all over my face, I quickly turn around, cut through a backyard, and walk in the opposite direction, even though I can still hear them yelling from where I left them.  When I cannot hear them anymore I tear off my backpack, dig through it for a black hoodie sweatshirt, quickly throw it on over my clothes, despite the absurdly hot weather, and walk down the mile road that borders my neighborhood. 

My family’s neighborhood is 1 square mile, stretching between mile roads.  I am so terrified that I will run into the car that followed me into that entrance, I walk a mile and a half to the other side, and make my way home from there.  By the time I made it to my front door I was exhausted, overheated, and completely terrified.

I never saw the car again.  I never saw those horrible people either.  It wasn’t until recently that I even remembered this story.  If there is no other reason why I need feminism, it is because horrible people like that think that they are entitled to talk to anybody that way, and that when a clearly frightened young teenager actually asks them to stop, they can only laugh. 

  • Me: “Good afternoon! Welcome to [store name]. How may I assist you?”
  • Customer: “My phone’s not working, and your service is crap.”
  • Me: “Well, I’d be more than happy to help you. Sorry for your inconvenience.”
  • Customer: “Just fix the d*** thing and stop talking!”
  • Me: *shocked* “Yes, sir.”
  • (After a few minutes of testing his device, I figure out the problem is that the phone simply has not been charged.)
  • Me: “Sir, your phone is dead. It needs to be charged. That’s why you weren’t able to place a call or turn the device on.”
  • Customer: “That’s bulls***. I want to talk to your manager!”
  • Me: “I am the manager, sir.”
  • Customer: “But you’re a woman!”
  • Me: “Yes, sir, last time I checked, I was.”
  • Customer: *very condescendingly* “Your place is in the kitchen. I want to speak with a male!”
  • Me: *speechless*

i really hate how on tumblr you’ll get someone pointing out a misandric comment and then you’ll get some sarcastic little shit saying ‘aww poor white men’ or whatever and its like stop fighting fire with fire. We’re not got going to make feminism happen if you’re being douche bags who hate the opposite gender. thats not how these things workd. feminism is about equality not women over men.

so in Spanish class last year...

there was this kid, and as we were listing (in Spanish) the qualities we want in our future spouses, this kid just says that he really doesn’t want his wife to be as smart as him because he wants to be the smarter one. My teacher looked a bit offended, but laughed and said something I didn’t understand, like “Muy machismo Sean” and everyone was kinda sitting there all awkward because nobody knew what machismo meant. Until I piped up and said “That’s Spanish for douchebag” and it was totally worth the detention I swear. 

Where are the women? The strong women? The women we’d like to see in 200 years? Where are they in this world? They certainly aren’t around the roundtable when the Starfleet are learning about Khan (there might have been one in that scene, if so that extra was not cut to in any significant manner to be notable.) In the scene where Kirk gets his ship back and the admiral is having a meeting with “important” people around a table later, I failed to see ONE WOMAN AROUND THAT TABLE, ALL MOSTLY WHITE MEN IMPLIED TO BE MAKING IMPORTANT DECISIONS TOGETHER. Yes, these are just scenes with extras, but seriously, in the future not one woman over 40 is in charge in this world?! How can that happen?