Internet-meister in Scotland, UK. Increasingly neutral to people, but big on people issues. Recently described as 'endearingly evil'. I'd say the endearing is sporadic at best. Current big fandoms; Harry Potter, Ergo Proxy, Evangelion, Kannazuki No Miko, Shadow Star Narutaru, Bokurano, NANA, HPMOR, AHS Coven, Bob's Burgers and general film analyses. TVtropes is pretty super. Expect quotes, critiques and hilarity; and whatever else is in the tag cloud. (Feminist and queer issues inevitably included)


Ancient mystery: solved.




She pointed out the sexism in video games, so men threatened her until she fled her home

On Monday, Anita Sarkeesian posted a segment titled “Women as Background Decoration.” It examined how gratuitous sexual abuse and violence permeates contemporary video games. By the next day, she had received so many violent threats that she had to flee her home. And these weren’t idle Internet threats — some contained accurate identifying information about Sarkeesian’s home and family, enough for law enforcement to get involved.

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The people who say that there’s no sexism in gaming; do they ever wonder why “trolls” consistently target people who point out sexism and take it to these extremes or is the whole thing just random chance to them every single time?

Wow. I watched this video a few months back, and I had no idea this had happened. I ultimately stopped being an active online gamer due to the harassment. Getting a message saying “hey whore” every time I logged onto PSN. Or being told a variety of sexually explicit things while playing online… it’s exhausting. Poor girl.

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I’m appreciative that young men like want to curb sexual assault, but anything that puts the onus on women to “discreetly” keep from being raped misses the point. We should be trying to stop rape, not just individually avoid it.

[…]Even if a woman were to wear special nail polish or anti-rape underwear, or if she listens to common – but misplaced – advice about not getting drunk and always walking home in a group, all she’s supposedly ensuring is that she won’t be attacked. (And even then it’s not real security, because women who do all the “right” things get raped too) What about the girl at the same party who decided to have a few drinks that night? So long as it isn’t me isn’t an effective strategy to end rape.
I think that’s the moment we are in, at the dawn of the internet where we very much are, that all words and stories and thoughts and opinions come to us as received wisdom from atop White Guy Mountain. And I think a tricky symptom of that is, we look at women telling stories and still see them as characters in someone else’s.


#WomenAgainstFeminism be like..

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It would almost provoke a smile of contempt, if the vain absurdities of man did not strike us on all sides, to observe how eager men are to degrade the sex from whom they pretend to receive the chief pleasure of life.
early feminist Mary Wollstonecraft, mother of Mary Shelley, writing in 1792! Disappointing that so little has changed in the last 220 years (via quickquotesbyfalkner)

There are no Jack Kerouacs or Holden Caulfields for girls. Literary girls don’t take road-trips to find themselves; they take trips to find men.

"Great" books, as defined by the Western canon, didn’t contain female protagonists I could admire. In fact, they barely contained female protagonists at all.

It’s Frustratingly Rare to Find a Novel About Women That’s Not About Love - Kelsey McKinney - The Atlantic (via oditor)

I’d like to add this is frustratingly even more so the case for queer people. Currently reading an excellent, artistic, poetic SF book, ‘Slow River’, where the protagonist is casually a lesbian and nothing is made of it. Is it deemed a ‘classic’? Probably not. Established ‘culture’ has too many gatekeepers and closed-minded decision-makers on what is or isn’t worthy.

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Trees are not delicate. You can do all sorts of things to a fully grown tree - drench it in acid rain and infest it with parasites, carve initials in its bark and split branch from trunk - and it will survive. It is not presence but absence that will kill a tree. Take away its sunshine and it will stretch vainly upward, groping, growing etiolated, spindly beyond belief, and die. Take away its water and its leaves wrinkle, become transparent, and fall.

I tilted the watering can into the pot of my ficus tree, watching the brown, granular soil darken and smooth out as it absorbed the water. I sprayed the leaves, wondering when the light green of the leaves grown in the summer, summer when I had left Spanner, had blended in with the seasoned, deeper green of all the others. And then I cried.

from Slow River (1995), by Nicola Griffith (via quickquotesbyfalkner)