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If you are female, expressing hatred for your own body is not just acceptable, it’s practically de rigeur. Failure to indulge in the requisite amount of self-flagellation – my thighs! my skin! my face! – isn’t just negligent, it’s unfeminine. Self-hatred is fundamental to how femininity is constructed, more fundamental than any of the more obvious external symbols (dress, make-up, shoes). What matters is not that you are beautiful, but you know your place in the beauty hierarchy (and since every woman ages, every woman’s place will eventually be somewhere at the bottom).

Young women are encouraged to bond over their dislike of excess body hair, surplus flesh and “uneven” skin. They are meant to do so in a jovial way, egged on by perky adverts informing them what “real women” do: worry about having underarms beautiful enough for a sleeveless top, celebrate curves with apologetic booty shakes and cackle ruefully over miserable Sex-and-the-City-style lunches of Ryvita and Dulcolax. It’s a gendered ritual; men get football and booze, women get control pants and detoxes. We are supposed, of course, to be grateful. Hey, you don’t have to be perfect! Just know you’re not perfect and act accordingly, with the appropriate levels of guilt and shame!

Fairy tale after fairy tale tells us that what matters is being beautiful “on the inside” but what does that really mean? It means submission, obedience and the suppression of one’s own desires. Don’t be haughty and proud. Clean the hearth. Kiss the frog. Love the beast. Suck it up when you’re replaced by a younger model. Sure, you may look fine, but you mustn’t feel fine. You mustn’t be vain. You mustn’t be angry. All fury and pain must be turned back on itself. That way you’ll be a real princess: silent, fragile and never threatening to challenge the status quo.

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micdotcom:

The Miss Indian World pageant is the answer to Miss America we’ve been looking for

When Kira Kazantsev was crowned the new Miss America on Sunday night, a feeling of déjá vu set in.

Not only was she white — like all but nine of the 94 winners before her — she also fit snugly into a narrowly defined standard of Western female attractiveness: early 20s, long flowing hair and a thin, painstakingly tanned physique that would not seem out of place in a Victoria’s Secret catalog.

In many ways, the Miss Indian World pageant’s definition of what American beauty truly entails is the ideological antithesis to Miss America. Indeed, since 1984, this five-day competition based in Albuquerque, N.M., has honored Native American woman for their contributions to their communities, not their bikini bodies. The top award is given to the contestant who “best represents her culture,” according to Al Jazeera.

Why this pageant is world’s better 

(via riotingfeminist)

riotingfeminist:


k1mkardashian:

adultinsect:

this was in my bathroom does anyone know what it is?????

the spawn of satan 

jack?


It’s impossible to identify it with this. The photograph is blurry and distant. And even with a crisp photograph, I know nothing about where this was found or even what sort of web and prey were there.

From the legs, I can say it’s a comb-footed spider of some kind. That really doesn’t say much, though, as there are thousands of Therideiididae species. 

If this is in Washington State, then it’s *possible* that it’s L. hesperus from the marking on the abdomen, but that marking occurs on other species as well, and the striated legs are not indicative of mature Latrodectus. Again, and I can’t stress this enough: That is NOT a positive ID. 

What I can say with confidence is that it won’t hurt you. Almost all comb-footed spiders are completely harmless. The few that aren’t (the so-called “widow” spiders) are not inclined to bite — they will run away, play dead, ball up, run away again, and just generally do anything they can to avoid it. So unless you’re deliberately pestering it or pressing it against your skin, you’re not in any danger even if it is a widow. 

riotingfeminist:

k1mkardashian:

adultinsect:

this was in my bathroom does anyone know what it is?????

the spawn of satan 

jack?

It’s impossible to identify it with this. The photograph is blurry and distant. And even with a crisp photograph, I know nothing about where this was found or even what sort of web and prey were there.

From the legs, I can say it’s a comb-footed spider of some kind. That really doesn’t say much, though, as there are thousands of Therideiididae species. 

If this is in Washington State, then it’s *possible* that it’s L. hesperus from the marking on the abdomen, but that marking occurs on other species as well, and the striated legs are not indicative of mature Latrodectus. Again, and I can’t stress this enough: That is NOT a positive ID. 

What I can say with confidence is that it won’t hurt you. Almost all comb-footed spiders are completely harmless. The few that aren’t (the so-called “widow” spiders) are not inclined to bite — they will run away, play dead, ball up, run away again, and just generally do anything they can to avoid it. So unless you’re deliberately pestering it or pressing it against your skin, you’re not in any danger even if it is a widow. 

Sexual Assault in the Muslim Community - Documentary

qalbee:

Salaam y’all! Please consider donating to this kickstarter that will fund a film on sexual assault in the Muslim community at large. Often survivors of sexual assault in the Muslim community are not given spaces to speak about their experiences and also may have limited resources for seeking help depending on their situation. As a survivor of sexual assault who was assaulted not only as a Muslim woman, but having one perpetrator who was a Muslim man, I feel that this project is extremely important for Muslim survivors of sexual violence. Jazak’Allah khair.

(via riotingfeminist)

"There is a reason why heterosexual people are obsessed with asking similar-sex couples, “So, who’s the man?” They want to know who fucks and who, as it were, is fucked. Because sex is power – specifically, the exercise of male power upon women – then any time power is exercised, it invokes the spectre of male and female roles. When sex is defined by power, determine who has the power in the fuck and who does not, or who gains social status in the fuck and who loses it, and you will discover who must compulsorily be fucked by whom."
– The Ethical Prude: Imagining An Authentic Sex-Negative Feminism (via commiekinkshamer)

(Source: ninjabikeslut, via riotingfeminist)