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"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….

First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”

But here is what I think you should know.

You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.

You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.

You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).

You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.

In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.

In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”

— Libby Anne (via awelltraveledwoman)

(Source: dumbledoresarmy-againstbigotry, via promiseskept)

You know what would be great? If anytime anyone even remotely famous or famous-adjacent to something of interest to geeky shut-in internet user types trapped in miserable office jobs looking for a few brief moments of respite from their dreary lives, if a person like that said or did anything at all unusual, no matter how tiny or unimportant or stupid or innocuous, it would be great if there were all of these websites that would repeat that one tiny thing. But wait, here’s the twist: each of them could have some 20-something underpaid brat adding a little line to the story, something that almost resembles humor but isn’t actually witty or funny in anyway, and just makes you wonder about their priorities or how they live their life. "According to another website, Alf told a German newspaper that he ‘likes eating cats.’ … Well, I guess somebody never heard of sandwiches, huh, Alf? Yonk yonk yonk." That sort of thing, where you go, “oh, I bet when they were children, they dreamed of being writers or journalists and this is sort of that dream coming horrifically true. Life is a terrible meaningless empty game nobody wins! Whee!” That should totally happen every single day, again and again, on dozens upon dozens of websites, all of them grotesquely desperate for “monetizable content” and staffed apparently exclusively by people so piss-desperate for attention that living their lives like a C-list member of one of those VH-1 “remember the 90’s shows” sounds like a good idea instead of fucking deeply depressing.

Oh howdy, that’d be wonderful. Just wonderful.

— The devil.  The actual devil. (via twiststreet)