who's that grrrl

An ode to girls.

To the screaming fangirls, the shy journal writers, the loud gigglers, the soft speakers, the friendship bracelet makers, the collage queens, the selfie pros, the bloggers, the zinesters, the crystal coveters, the sticker collectors, the glitter enthusiasts, the unicorns, the covens, the girls who write neatly folded letters to
each other in class.

The girls who do things they are told are only for boys, the girls who do things “like a girl” without thinking it’s an insult. The girly girls, the boyish girls, the girls who look like girls and those who don’t. The girls who call themselves girls, or grrrls or gurls, the girls who hate the word girl, the girls who aren’t sure what to call themselves, the girls who prefer not to choose.

The she’s, the he’s, the they’s and all those in between. The girls who are told they aren’t girls, the girls who are told they’re too girly. The girls who are called annoying, frivolous and silly, the girls who stay silent because of it, the girls who are louder because of it. The fancy girls, the messy girls, the girls with shiny hair, dirty hair, coloured hair, a whole lot of body hair or no hair at all.

The little girls, the big girls, the tall, the small, the girls who flaunt their shapes and those who don’t. The girls in pieces, the girls in pain, the girls whose bodies don’t do all of the things we are told girl’s bodies should do. The girls from here, the girls from there, the girls who look like the girls on tv and those who don’t. The pale girls, the tan girls, the girls of colour, the girls who are full of light, and those who feel happier alone at night.

The sweet girls, the salty girls, the angry girls, the sad girls, the giddy girls, the hyper girls, the girls who feel everything all the time.

To all the girls
the world loves to hate,
celebrate each other,
take care of each other,
resist together.

Masterlist: iconic rock songs (by men) covered by cool(er) women

Nouvelle Vague - Blister In The Sun (The Violent Femmes) (All their songs are 80s covers but this is my favorite. But look up the rest. Seriously.) 

The Donnas - Dancing With Myself (Billy Idol) 

Cat Power - Paths Of Victory (Bob Dylan) 

Stevie Nicks - Free Fallin (Tom Petty)

 Patti Smith - My Generation (The Who) 

Sleater Kinney - Fortunate Son (Creedence Clearwater) 

Siouxie and the Banshees - Dear Prudence (The Beatles)

The Breeders - Happiness is A Warm Gun (The Beatles)

Fiona Apple - Across The Universe (The Beatles)

Mika Miko - Attitude (The Missfits) 

The Butchies - Your Love (The Outfield) 

Rasputina - Wish You Were Here (Pink Floyd) 

Tribe 8 - Rise Above (Black Flag) (Not totally sure how the lead singer of Tribe 8 identifies now, lmk if u think i should remove this.) 

Corinne Bailey Rae - Since I’ve Been Loving You (Led Zeppelin) 

Karen O - Immigrant Song (Led Zeppelin) 

Shonen Knife - I Wanna Be Sedated (The Ramones) 

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Sheena Is A Punk Rocker (The Ramones) 

L7 - Suzy Is A Headbanger (The Ramones) 

Babes In Toyland - All By Myself (Eric Carmen) 

Dresden Dolls - War Pigs (Black Sabbath) 

The Raincoats - Lola (The Kinks)

Holly Golightly - Tell Me Now So I Know (The Kinks) 

Tori Amos - Smells Like Teen Spirit (Nirvana) 

Cibo Matto - About A Girl (Nirvana) 

Janelle Monae - Heroes (David Bowie)

Warpaint - Ashes to Ashes (David Bowie) 

The Lunachicks - The Passenger (Iggy Pop) 

Tegan and Sara - Fool To Cry (The Rolling Stones) 

Bjork & PJ Harvey - Satisfaction (The Rolling Stones) 

St. Vincent - Emotional Rescue (The Rolling Stones) 

Frente! - Bizarre Love Triangle (New Order) 

The Raveonettes - I Wanna be Adored (The Stone Roses) 

Kristin Hersch - Wave Of Mutilation (The Pixies) 

The Runaways - Wild Thing (The Troggs)

Joan Jett - Roadrunner  (Jonathan Richman) (she obviously has billions of covers & hers are all more iconic than the originals but i had to include one) 

Dessa - I’m Going Down (Bruce Springsteen)

Downtown Boys - Dancing In The Dark (Bruce Springsteen)

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HAPPY RIOT GRRRL DAY 2015!

After my recent post about  Boston mayor declares April 9 ‘Riot Grrrl Day’ in honor of Kathleen Hanna, a reader commented on issues of racism and exclusion in the original movement, which Kathleen Hanna addresses in this interview.

As she says in that quote,  “At the same time, when people say riot grrrl was all white, that’s not true. In places like New York and California, that definitely was not the case. I don’t want to erase the women of color who were very much a part of shaping the identity of riot grrrl, and who questioned riot grrrl as a very white movement, and in that way shaped it, because clearly they cared enough to critique it.”

Feminist punks, here are more Riot GRRRL posts on Profeminist (all the pictures above are from earlier posts): http://profeminist.tumblr.com/tagged/riot-grrrl

The Glass Ceiling

I once said “I kick the glass ceiling, it hurts. But I can’t stop. We all kick it, it rumbles and roars and one day will break.”

Thank you @whovianfeminism for giving me this incredible picture, commissioned from @orchidpuss (@elinj)

Whom better to support me than Tank Girl, Jet Girl, The Impossible Girl and the Fan Girl?

Most amazing representation of this idea – incredible gift. 

P-p-p-POW!

Yesterday I turned in my first feature length screenplay, Starr Power, a project that’s been simmering for about two years and written in about 4 months. To say it is my passion project is downplaying it tbh 

Oh and if you think I wasted my opportunity to burst into class ten minutes late while blasting “Rebel Girl” from my headphones, you’re wrong, friendo. 

Kim Gordon: ‘Women aren’t allowed to be kick-ass. I refused to play the game’

“Before Daydream came out, we did a shoot with Michael Lavine, and I remember walking around New York with the band in summer. Michael had a panoramic camera, and in the photos I can still feel the dank, dirty moisture of the urban August.

“Do you want to look cool, or do you want to look attractive?” Michael asked me, as if the two were mutually exclusive. The silver paint; glitter-dabbed, faded cutoff jeans; and crop top with the sheer jewelled panel marked a turning point for me and my look. I didn’t want to just look cool, or just look rock’n’roll; I wanted to look more girl. Tomboy, but more ambiguous than tomboy. The media attention had made me self-conscious.”

Read the book excerpt here

Photo caption: Playing live. Photograph: Charles Peterson  

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Ghostbusters (Paul Feig, 2016)

laurenholtzmann:

“i’ve seen ghostbusters three times at the movies now, and i kinda just want to talk about why i loved it so much for a second or two.

it was a complete breath of fresh air to walk into the cinema and see a group of women (of different shapes, sizes, colours, might i add) on that screen supporting each other, having one another’s backs, saving an entire city together. there was absolutely no gratuitous scenes involving sex, nudity, relationships and whatever other bullshit hollywood likes to throw into female roles. no, it was just four ordinary women being passionate about something they loved, and that’s exactly one of the reasons why i love this movie so much. little girls are going to walk into theatres across the globe and see women up there who have dedicated their entire lives to something which EVERYONE else looked down on. they’re going to see four different women: a teacher, who was picked on as a kid for being ‘different’ and is extremely goofy, caring and loveable, a queer nerdy scientist who adores making machinery and fighting ghosts and will never apologise to anyone for it, a woman of colour who works in a subway station and has an insane interest in history and reading and busting ghosts, and a dedicated ghost lover who’s devoted her entire life to finding paranormal creatures when so many people tore her down. and she proved those bitches wrong. people of all ages and genders (but especially those little girls) finally have the chance to see women up there, kicking ass for a full 1 hour and 57 minutes with no catch. no relationships. no sex. just straight up girl power.

also, they’ll get to see a woman openly flirt with another woman. an openly gay actress. a character who is gay (well, i’m assuming, along with the rest of the internet) is just living her life, and her sexuality isn’t explicitly mentioned once, or is the sole purpose of her character. she’s busting those ghosts, while subtly flirting with everyone, wearing whatever clothes she fuckin wants to, because she can. it’s just so refreshing to sit in a theatre and see someone so accurately close to yourself up there in a family movie.

girls being there for other girls is so important to me in terms of seeing it on the big screen. holtzmann was consistently supportive and protective of erin, especially after hearing how she’d been dismissed as a child, abby and erin put their tiny disagreement behind them and reminisced and laughed and cared and didn’t leave each other for a second time, and patty. well. she was just a fucking star. a complete angel. “kids is mean man, i believe you.”

another thing which i loved, even as a gay woman, yes, was chris hemsworth’s character. one of the only male lead characters in the movie was portrayed as a complete and utter goofy dork. it was so incredible to see these woman kick ass SO hard, and then have the contrast of kevin in the background. and despite his many, many flaws, at the end of the day, the women still went back to save their ridiculously dorky receptionist, even if he did suck really hard at his job, because they were a family.

holtzmann’s speech. erin saving her friends with the swiss army knife jillian gave her. abby and erin having a moment in the middle of a fucking vortex. holtzmann singing her little “abby come and get ya sandwich” song. patty’s knowledge of new york city. “i believe the word we’re looking for is apocalypse”. “oh god, i can only think of soup. what else is good in the world? um. salad.”  the cameos from the original ghostbusters cast. cecily strong’s little role, another amazing snl cast member. the whole “cat out of the bag” thing. fucking ozzy osbourne.

go and support this movie. prove those weird men (who sit at home and write creepy imdb reviews all day) wrong. loose yourself for a few hours in the shitty year that is 2016, because this movie is important. it’s everything. it’s the year 2040, and our president is a plant.”

“There’s a certain assumption that when a man tells the truth it’s the truth,” she says. “But when I go before the jury to tell the truth, I have to negotiate how I’m going to be perceived. There’s a suspicion around a woman’s truth.”

“My story,” says Hanna in one of the last scenes of the film, “it’s so big, it sounded like too big a can of worms, and I was like, who would believe me? But then I realized, other women would believe me.”

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Kathleen Hanna, in the documentary The Punk Singer