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The evolution of girl gamers

Boy gamers are so self-centered they act as though women haven’t been playing video games for decades, and then act horrified when the female gamers who have always been there actually become visible and vocal about the rampant misogyny that has infected the gaming world. 
Like seriously, how entitled do you have to be that women saying “it sure would be nice if I wasn’t treated like shit while enjoying the games I play” translates to “I must be catered to” when video games have LITERALLY been catered to men for decades? 

More like:
1993 - 64% of girls reported playing video games 
1996 - "home use had increased for fourth grade girls"
1998 - "both male and female adolescents play video games on a regular basis." 
1999 - "88% of the female college students … surveyed were video game players."
2007 - 20-47% of adolescent girls play video games
2008 - "94% of girls play video games"
2010 - "Forty percent of all game players are women." 
2012 - "Women 18 or older represent a significantly greater portion of the game-playing population (30%) than boys age 17 or younger" 
2013 -"adult women are nearly half of all video game players"
I didn’t get all the dates, but I think you can get the point.
Also considered posting my own personal gaming history, but I would’ve had to go back to the 80s for that. e_e

literally all the hardcore gamers i know are girls

Anyone who feels like this should come talk to me so I can fucking deck them

feelingswithbrandy:

giantcondor:

melanijann:

fandomsandfeminism:

how-to-vidya:

The evolution of girl gamers

Boy gamers are so self-centered they act as though women haven’t been playing video games for decades, and then act horrified when the female gamers who have always been there actually become visible and vocal about the rampant misogyny that has infected the gaming world. 

Like seriously, how entitled do you have to be that women saying “it sure would be nice if I wasn’t treated like shit while enjoying the games I play” translates to “I must be catered to” when video games have LITERALLY been catered to men for decades? 

More like:

I didn’t get all the dates, but I think you can get the point.

Also considered posting my own personal gaming history, but I would’ve had to go back to the 80s for that. e_e

literally all the hardcore gamers i know are girls

Anyone who feels like this should come talk to me so I can fucking deck them

huffingtonpost:

This is why Mindy Kaling is our hero. Watch the full interview here. 

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lucifers-my-sweet-transvestite:

fandomsandfeminism:

I’m not. If a PoC blogger gets fed up and types out a post about white people without clarifying that they meant “not all white people”, or a trans person posts about cis people without saying “not all cis…

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Unnecessary “fillers” in our speech. I’d rather have “like” than up-talking, though (if we had to choose one, that is). Ewwww, up-talking. Then again, a combination of the two would render me homicidal maniac.


Like, did you ever notice? That, like, the speech patterns people, like, think are stupid?  Are, like, commonly associated with, like, women?
And, like, there’s this thing? Where, like, women aren’t supposed to be, like, assertive? So they, like, qualify their speech? Because, like, we’re not supposed to, like, stand by our opinions?

1) humiliate women so they don’t feel qualified to speak authoritatively about anything
2) humiliate women for speaking in such a way that reflects how you treat her
3) laugh, you are superior because you don’t use words like “like.”  It isn’t as if being a huge stupid asshole has ever made you worse than a woman who speaks with verbal tics.  

The nail. It is hit on the head.


THEY DIDN’T EVEN FUCKING SPELL ACADEMY RIGHT

basedmarina:

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writeswrongs:

cumaeansibyl:

coffeeandconlangs:

Unnecessary “fillers” in our speech. I’d rather have “like” than up-talking, though (if we had to choose one, that is). Ewwww, up-talking. Then again, a combination of the two would render me homicidal maniac.

Like, did you ever notice? That, like, the speech patterns people, like, think are stupid?  Are, like, commonly associated with, like, women?

And, like, there’s this thing? Where, like, women aren’t supposed to be, like, assertive? So they, like, qualify their speech? Because, like, we’re not supposed to, like, stand by our opinions?

1) humiliate women so they don’t feel qualified to speak authoritatively about anything

2) humiliate women for speaking in such a way that reflects how you treat her

3) laugh, you are superior because you don’t use words like “like.”  It isn’t as if being a huge stupid asshole has ever made you worse than a woman who speaks with verbal tics.  

The nail. It is hit on the head.

THEY DIDN’T EVEN FUCKING SPELL ACADEMY RIGHT

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2112tryptophanbonfires:

ANNIE - Official Trailer (2014)

I’m not gonna lie, I teared up a little bit when I saw the trailer.

I’m sooo excited for this… cheese fest and all!

this is so freaking adorable and yes i cried. I can’t wait.

I CAN’T WAIT

So I’ll probably get slammed for this (because, tumblr) but here goes anyway.  Ask box is open, slam away.

When the original Little Orphan Annie was written, chronologically we were a lot closer to a time where there was a strong bias against Irish people.  By making Annie red haired, it was implied that she was of Irish descent, and by extension, the audience would have inherently known that was part of the bias against her.

Changing Annie’s race to African American replicates this same dynamic in modern society, and that’s a big part of why so many people were upset by it.  A BLACK orphan?!  Nooooooo, keep her white and red haired and cute I DON’T WANT TO DEAL WITH HOW THIS IS MAKING ME UNCOMFORTABLE.

Casting Annie as black in 2014 is a much more true to the original character than casting her as a caucasian red head.

THIS IS ALL SHADES OF PERFECT

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The Hamster Wheel, Season 2 extras, Balance [6/6]

this about sums it up

Vaccinate all your kids and yourselves so that people like me don’t get fucking whooping cough that turns into pneumonia and almost ends us in hospital. 5 different kinds of antibiotics including an IV type in 4 weeks. Fuck all you anti-vaxers.

Anti vaxxers kill. Srsly.
Your unvaxxed child or self can easily kill me and my other immune compromised friends. You can kill my friends that can not actually be vaxxed due to allergies. Stop it you wing nuts.

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[content warning: rape, rape culture, misogyny, misogynoir, street harassment]

@Crommunist shared some really important tweets about this “men are hunters” crap that gets used to justify everything from street harassment to rape. I really appreciate his commentaries on rethinking masculinity outside of a patriarchal framework. Here he conveys how male self-hatred and devaluation in patriarchy is what would make such a description justifiable to a man. Clearly patriarchal thinking harms men as well; it justifies them dehumanizing themselves as an excuse to harm women and be oppressive.  

A Black woman and mutual follower on Twitter recently described a street harassment experience (and of course I can relate to this, as you know) and a Black man replied to her about men being “hunters” and that she shouldn’t take street harassment (at night no less) personal. What? 

See, the “hunter” thing is an especially dangerous perspective for Black men to take on. While doing so might make them feel like “peers” with patriarchal White men, because of racism and the history of dehumanization of Black men’s bodies and masculinity, the “hunter” thing simply becomes the “brute” controlling image type. And despite the fact that White men basically sexually assault White women with impunity, Black men still remain the face of the rapist in society while the face of the victim/survivor is always a White woman. Nevermind that the actual reality of violence that Black men inflict on Black women is erased by the aforementioned racist conception or that with the exception of Native women (who White men primarily rape, in addition to White women), most rape occurs intraracially anyway.

Men who ascribe to this cruel dehumanization of themselves to justify violence against women as “natural” need to think about why they think this is okay. They say this so effortlessly which of course reveals patriarchal socialization. It doesn’t get any easier to hear and worse is when they say it while women are recounting street harassment/sexual assault experiences and seeking support among other women online. Derailing women speaking about abuse to justify the abuse in any way is also abuse.

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deacastiel:

what mens rights activists really sound like

mens. rights. activists.

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bebinn:

Emily Letts, a patient advocate at Cherry Hill Women’s Center, is the winner of the Abortion Stigma Busting Video contest! Emily let us into the operating room during her first-trimester abortion and told us what it was like before and after making her decision.

Sponsored by the Abortion Care Network and the 1 in 3 Campaign, the contest was launched to push back against the shame and silence that keeps patients from getting the care and support they need.

(Note: This is not a graphic video - the portion in the operating room focuses solely on her face and hands.)

Wow, this is truly incredible. Thank you, Emily to making and sharing this.

While I was pregnant with both of my children, I can’t even guess as to how many birthing videos I watched on youtube, and I can’t even begin to calculate just how big on an impact it was for my births to have been able to watch other woman do what I was getting ready to do. 

I remember being comforted that birth wasn’t all screaming and horror like it is on TV. I remember watching women giving birth as gracefully as making love and wanting that sort of experience now that I knew I could have that sort of experience; that I didn’t have to be scared. 

I’ve never heard of to seen any other abortion videos like this, but I would imagine that if I were to fall pregnant again at this time or at another time in my life when more children still isn’t practical, these videos would be a great comfort to me to know that I could do this with grace. 

Yes! I have a page of written stories, but wish there were more videos, too. Abortion is shrouded in fear and mystery, and it’s not fair to patients who don’t know what to expect.

fullten:

I wanted to be Wednesday Adams, and I became Debbie 

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royalteens:

“i like curvy girls” aka you like girls with flat stomachs and skinny legs but with huge boobs and a huge arse

god bless this post.

someone said it

Rape culture is when I was six, and
my brother punched my two front teeth out.
Instead of reprimanding him, my mother
said “Stefanie, what did you do to provoke him?”
When my only defense was my
mother whispering in my ear, “Honey, ignore him.
Don’t rile him up. He just wants a reaction.”
As if it was my sole purpose, the reason
six-year-old me existed,
was to not rile up my brother.
It’s starts when we’re six, and ends
when we grow up assuming the natural state of a man
is a predator, and I must walk on eggshells, as to
not “rile him up.” Right, mom?

Rape culture is when through casual dinner conversation,
my father says that women who get raped are asking for it.
He says, “I see them on the streets of New York City,
with their short skirts and heavy makeup. Asking for it.”
When I used to be my father’s hero but
will he think I was asking for it? (will he think)
Will he think I deserved it?
Will he hold me accountable or will he hold me,
even though the touch of a man - especially my father’s -
burns as if I were holding the sun in the palm of my hand.

Rape culture is you were so ashamed, you thought it would
be easier for your parents to find you dead,
than to say, “Hey mom and dad,”
It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t ask for it.
I never asked for this attention, I never asked
to be a target, to be weak because I was born with
two X chromosomes, to walk in fear, to always look behind me,
in front of me, next to me, I never asked to be the prey.
I never wanted to spend my life being something
someone feasts upon, a meal for the eternally starved.
I do not want to hear about the way I taste anymore.
I will not let you eat me alive.

Rape culture is I shouldn’t defend my friend when
an overaggressive frat boy has his hand on her ass,
because standing up for her body “makes me a target.”
Women are afraid to speak up, because
they fear their own lives - but I’d rather take the hit
than live in a culture of silence.
I am told that I will always be the victim, pre-determined
by the DNA in my weaker, softer body.
I have birthing hips, not a fighter’s stance.
I am genetically pre-dispositioned to lose every time.

Rape culture is he was probably abused as a child.
When he even has some form of a justification
and all I have are the things that provoked him,
and the scars from his touch are woven of the darkest
and toughest strings, underneath the layer of my skin.
Rape culture leaves me finding pieces of him left inside of me.
A bone of his elbow. The cap of his knee.
There is something so daunting in the way that I know it will take
me years to methodically extract him from my body.
And that twinge I will get sometimes in my arm fifteen years later?
Proof of the past.
Like a tattoo I didn’t ask for.
Somehow I am permanently inked.

Rape culture is you can’t wear that outfit anymore
without feeling dirty, without feeling like
you somehow earned it.
You will feel like you are walking on knives,
every time you wear the shoes
you smashed his nose in with.
Imaginary blood on the bottom of your heels,
thinking, maybe this will heal me.
Those shoes are your freedom,
But the remains of a life long fight.
You will always carry your heart,
your passion, your absolute will to live,
but also the shame and the guilt and the pain.
I saved myself but I still feel like I’m walking on knives.

Rape culture is “Stefanie, you weren’t really raped, you were
one of the lucky ones.”
Because my body wasn’t penetrated by a penis,
but fingers instead, that I should feel lucky.
I should get on my hands and knees and say, thank you.
Thank you for being so kind.
Rape culture is “things could have been worse.”
“It’s been a month, Stefanie. Get out of bed.”
“You’ll have to get over this eventually.”
“Don’t let it ruin your life.”
Rape culture is he told you that after he touched you,
no one would ever want you again.
And you believed him.

Rape culture is telling your daughters not to get raped,
instead of teaching your sons how to treat all women.
That sex is not a right. You are not entitled to this.
The worst possible thing you can call a woman is a
slut, a whore, a bitch.
The worst possible thing you can call a man is a
bitch, a pussy, a girl.
The worst thing you can call a girl is a girl.
The worst thing you can call a guy is a girl.
Being a woman is the ultimate rejection,
the ultimate dismissal of strength and power, the
absolute insult.
When I have a daughter,
I will tell her that she is not
an insult.

When I have a daughter, she will know how to fight.
I will look at her like the sun when she comes home
with anger in her fists.
Because we are human beings and we do not
always have to take what we are given.
They all tell her not to fight fire with fire,
but that is only because they are afraid of her flames.
I will teach her the value of the word “no” so that
when she hears it, she will not question it.
My daughter,
Don’t you dare apologize for the fierce love
you have for yourself
and the lengths you go to preserve it.

My daughter,
I am alive because of the fierce love I have
for myself, and because my father taught me
to protect that.
He taught me that sometimes, I have to do
my own bit of saving, pick myself off the
ground and wipe the dirt off my face,
because at the end of the day,
there is only me.
I am alive because my mother taught me
to love myself.
She taught me that I am an enigma - a
mystery, a paradox, an unfinished masterpiece and
I must love myself enough to see how I turn out.
I am alive because even beaten, voiceless, and back
against the wall, I knew there was an ounce of me
worth fighting for.
And for that, I thank my parents.

Instead of teaching my daughter to cover herself up,
I will show her how to be exposed.
Because no is not “convince me”.
No is not “I want it”.
You call me,
“Little lady, pretty girl, beautiful woman.”
But I am not any of these things for you.
I am exploding light,
my daughter will be exploding light,
and you,
better cover your eyes.