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grnblu asked: row, i wanted to ask your opinion on the term "white feminism" and how common feminism might exclude women of color and non cis/queer women (ex: women are stonger bc they have periods! or men dont have to think about how they dress when in public!)
Hi! This is such an important thing to be discussing. I have made a very big point at making sure my personal feminism includes everyone- and educating myself and discussing these topics have really helped.
Issues that are commonly thought of as feminist issues include sexual assault, rape, abortion, Planned Parenthood, domestic violence, equal education, and the wage gap. Feminists have also adopted marriage equality and gay/lesbian rights as their issue which is wonderful.
However, with as many issues as feminists have succeeded in adopting, many of us seem to have not accepted the fact that police brutality and race issues are our issues too.
“White feminism” forgets all about intersectional feminism. The way a black woman experiences sexism and inequality is different from the way a white woman experiences sexism and inequality. Likewise with trans-women and Hispanic women. While white women are making 78 cents to the dollar, Native American women are making 65 cents, black women are making 64 cents, and Hispanic women are making 54 cents. Kimberlé Crenshaw said it perfectly in 1989 when she said “The view that women experience oppression in varying configurations and in varying degrees of intensity. Cultural patterns of oppression are not only interrelated, but are bound together and influenced by the intersectional systems of society. Examples of this include race, gender, class, ability, and ethnicity.” This includes trans women especially, who have been robbed of their souls when they are told they are not “real women” It is SO important to protect trans women and trans youth as they are incredibly at risk when it comes to sexual assault and hate crimes. People also seem to forget that black women are victims of police violence too- from Sandra Bland to India Clarke- a trans woman who was beaten to death in Florida just a month ago.
The fact that when Amandla Stenberg wrote this beautiful and truthful piece http://instagram.com/p/5D-u1Vm1c8/ she was automatically labeled the “angry black girl” says enough. We are so quick to applaud white women for commenting on race issues/discussions like #BlackLivesMatter, and #SayHerName, but when a black girl comments on it- she is told she is overreacting or being angry.
Comments like the ones you mentioned in your question drive me insane. I have personally seen men get called gay/ f**/ pu*** for wearing anything even remotely feminine. Gay is simply not an insult. Also, let’s not forget that black men cannot wear hoods without being stereotyped as thugs.
To only acknowledge feminism from a one sided view when the literal DEFINITION is the equality of the sexes is not feminism at all. We need to be talking about this more. Discussion leads to change. Xo, Row
Illustration by Isabel Ryan.
In the last few hours of 2015, I went through the versions of myself that I wanted to leave in that year—keeping the posi-magazine-headline me (“Loving Urself AND Ur Body: U Can Do It!”) and discarding the me that, like, screams at my mom. It was easy to draw that dichotomy, until I came upon one quality that has given me just as much comfort as it has struggle: apologizing.
My codependent relationship with self-blame and self-deprecation as a means of self-defense has held me tightly since I can remember. It has felt safer and less terrifying to silence myself to a degree than to actually engage with people, and make them take responsibility for their own actions. I have treated, specifically, male feelings and ego as superior to and more fragile than my own. This practice dates back to elementary school, where it was first embedded in me and my female classmates, that our feelings, bodies, and minds would be used as weapons against us—mostly, but not exclusively—by our male peers.
My first memory of rejecting my emotions to improve another person’s outlook on me was in the third grade, although I’m sure it happened unconsciously even before that. We often read books in which dogs died so, naturally, I would cry before, during, and after class. When I realized that crying = boys making fun of you, instead of delivering a lecture about the layers and power in of female emotion and the history of its being used to undermine women (eight-year-old me didn’t really know about that yet), I apologized. And when on the first day of middle school, an eager/nervous/anxious/EXCITED TO HAVE A LOCKER!!! me was greeted by teachers who warned me of suspension because of the length of my skirt, I apologized. That same year, when I was just becoming aware of my body, a boy I had formerly considered a friend told me my arms were “so hairy they could be Godzilla’s,” so I told him I was sorry. On that same day, I snuck a razor out of my mom’s bathroom and shaved my legs for the first time, praying that the boy hadn’t seen how Godzilla THEY were. That was also the week I snuck concealer out of my mom’s bathroom and applied it at 6:30 AM because that same boy had told me my under eyes were dishearteningly dark. I’d apologized about that, too.
Adolescence, specifically girl adolescence, is confusing. In, like, five seconds flat you are “too grown” to wear clothes that you wore a year before, and your mom is telling you that you can’t walk around by yourself with shorts on anymore. Meanwhile, you’re being taught (practically unconsciously) a bunch of guidelines: “Apologize Always,” “How to Put Other’s Happiness Before Urs.” This change, from the beginning to the middle of adolescence, can obviously really confuse a person; in every book, play, and movie the middle is where all the confusing, heightened-action stuff happens.
Here are three things that have helped me trust myself enough to know that I don’t always have to say sorry for myself:
1. What seems like the total end of the world, while valid, is not (usually) the end of the world in a week. And what seems like the total end of the world to YOU, while valid, is not necessarily the end of the world to the other person involved in the situation. Take this Beatles verse from “Strawberry Fields Forever”: “No one I think is in my tree / I mean it must be high or low / That is, you can’t, you know, tune in / But it’s all right / That is I think it’s not too bad.” Actually, I just read all of the lyrics again, and take this whole song to temporarily fix your problems! Thanks John, Paul, George, and Ringo!
2. REALIZE THAT YOU CANNOT LIVE UP TO ANYONE OR ANYTHING. You can only do your best YOU. Not the “be you, and have yourself figured out and know everything about the world” you, but the you who knows that your role models, icons, and inspirations are not meant to make you feel bad that you cannot be like them, like, I must get into an Ivy League college and win a Grammy/Oscar/Presidential Medal of Freedom by the time I am eight. No. No matter who they are, they still had to go through their “middle” and they made it through, so you can, too. In December, Guillermo del Toro tweeted something that I think really goes along with this whole idea: “Favorite movies don’t have to be perfect movies. Like in any relationship, Love is what makes them stick around.”
3. Understand that you need to be able to be alone, and know that you are enough for yourself. Here’s what helped me to realize this:
- Take pictures of yourself however you feel comfortable, and instead of looking at the first thing you hate about your appearance, find the first thing you like. (I may not totally love everything about my body yet, but I do love my dimples, eyebrows, legs/toes/index finger, ET CETERA.) It’s helped me to look under the #bodyposi hashtag and to follow Art Hoe Collective and Petra Collins on Instagram, who celebrate beauty in its many forms—however and whomever you are. Whenever I feel really horrible about my appearance, I shut my bedroom door, turn on a Beyoncé song, dance until I LITERALLY CAN’T BREATHE, and collapse on my bed. By that time, every if temporarily, I have forgotten that I hate certain things about me because I was too busy not giving a care with Queen B.
- In order to quit apologizing to other people, you must first and foremost learn to stop apologizing for being yourself to yourself. Form a camaraderie between the versions of yourself that you can trust whole-heartedly to be there to pick you up when you are down—Tavi wrote about this in her Both Sides Now editor’s letter. If you can’t love ALL of yourself, start by loving a VERSION of yourself.
On January 26, 2013, engulfed and overwhelmed in all of this “middle” confusion, I wrote in my diary:
I HATE REGRETS. I HAVE SO MANY OF THEM. I LIVE A DOUBLE LIFE.
[…] WOULD OTHERS LOVE ME STILL IF THEY KNEW I CRY MORE THAN I SMILE?
I can kind of answer that question for myself now:
On November 10, 2015 you went walking around New York by yourself for six hours in an effort to try to heal. You walked first to Central Park, where you laid down in autumn and let the rain pour on your face. You went to the bench by the pond and stood on tall rocks and looked out. You realized that crying happens not only when you are happy or sad, but also when you are indifferent. You recognized that you don’t have to know who you are yet, or ever; as long as you work to become comfortable with whomever you are at the moment, you will be OK. You don’t have to apologize for who you are, and you certainly don’t have to apologize for who you are not. I think what you need to know most of all right now, is that all you ever need is yourself. What other people think or say can hurt—that is valid, PLEASE don’t trivialize what you are feeling—but you must matter most to yourself. You owe it to yourself to care for your truth. You owe it to yourself to live that truth.
Will life be easier if you stop playing pretend? Yes and no. Some things get easier, and so some things get much harder. Then those hard things get easier and new things become harder. It all repeats itself, somehow. But if you listen closely to the tiny voice in your head, the calm one, that is you talking. And if you turn up the volume on it and try to listen, it blocks all the other voices out. ♦
Rowan Blanchard is an actress, writer, artist, and activist based in Los Angeles. She spends a lot of her time on the internet and watching Wes Anderson films. You can follow most of her work on Instagram and Twitter.
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