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.
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.”
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.
“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.”
“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
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.”
Kathleen Hanna, in the documentary The Punk Singer
The massive population drop of badass Qunari grrrls who don’t take shit from anyone the moment everyone found out that they couldn’t have pretty Warrior Princess Barbie hair will never stop being funny