Like stupids, only different.

Alright. I’d like to my post “stupids” but it’s 3:33am, I just got home from D&D, I feel tired and a fair bit unhappy, and fuck it. I just don’t want to. Perhaps I’ll edit this later.

Had another big conversation about “the things that matter”TM only this time it was about sexism and not racism. Snce I don’t have meself some male privelege, it’s harder for me to ignore the issues from this conversation and I’m feeling unhappy.

Long story short, after the D&D session we had a big conversation like we always do. Rape was brought up, sexual assault et. The guys talk about how men get raped too. I told them that I’m not saying they don’t get raped, and I’m not saying it’s not tragic when they do, but does he honestly think men get raped in even numbers to women.
He brushed that off saying that more men are assaulted (fair call) and that when they’re assaulted the physical damage often ends up being a lot more serious, guys in hospital in coma’s and shit. My friend got a bit pissy and said “So, when a guy gets attacked there’s like a %50 chance that it’s serious, and a %50 chance that he’ll be okay. Well a girl can’t be half raped, she either is or she isn’t you know? That shit fucks you up, and there’s no “chance she’ll come out okay”
Powerful words she said there.
Part of me can’t help but wonder if that’s really true, I mean, don’t male assault victims get fucked up issues too? I don’t know. I appreciated her for saying it though. Fuck I love that girl. <333
(Seriously. I love that girl. I mean, I care about her a fucking fuckload. When she’s sad I’m sad. I fucking love her.)

Anyway… conversation keeps going. Talk about prostitution, talk about porn actresses. I think that sex work often times equals exploitation, he thinks they’re there by choice and it’s dandy. At one point he says something about sex work being normal labour, I asked him if he’d consider children working in factories “normal labour” or “exploited” (Reakky I don’t know if it’s an either/or isue. You can be a labourer and be exploited at the same time right?) at that point the guy completely changed the subject, talking about how e buy a lot of shit from the companies that exploit those children. (Fuck, I know that.) and we never got back to the talk about prostitutes and sex workers.
I felt like I’d been dismissed.

Later with my boyfriend in the car i couldn’t get over it. I’d mentally go over different parts of the conversation again. Then I’d go over them physically mentioning it with my boyfriend. I’d get off the topic, then awhile later I’d do it again. I did it for the two hur trip home. (We go a long way to play D&D, ’cause fuck. These people are cool. I’m not painting a good picture based on this conversation, but this is the best group I’ve ever played with.)

Another part of the conversation. One of the girls there said quietly that she knew 8 women who had been raped. I said “Well you know eight women who have brought it up anyway” and she says that they never brought it up. She heard about it through the grapevine.
Got me thinking, because I know my sister was raped because I heard it through the grapevine.
I wonder if she knows that I have been?
I wonder if we’ll ever talk about it, or bring it up? I don’t know…

Anyway… the other girl says she knows about six people who have been raped. RAPED she said, not molestation. She said you didn’t want to go into how many girls she knew who had been molested. (The DM, the one I was arguing with before… at this point he mentioned that boy children have it as bad as girl children in the molestation dept. I don’t know. It’s like… was he listening to us?)
I said I knew of about five people I could think of. (Two of them being women in that goddamn room, and for all I know the third woman in the room might have been raped too, and I’d never know it. She left the room after she brought up the eight girls she knew who were raped. I don’t know what was going on in her head, I hope she was okay and was just sleepy and went to bed. I feel fucked.)

To top this off: There had been a rape theme in the D&D game. (Actually, technically we were playing RIFTS, but what does it matter. It’s our fortnightly “D&D” game. Just because it doesn’t happen reguarly on the fortnight and we rarely play D&D Pish Posh.)

The guy we were working for was a powerful, powerful dragon who wanted us to steal some mysterious cargo for him. We weren’t allowed to ask what was in the cargo. After hours of recon we stole it and got it to him. We freed some dogboy slaves on the way. -Actually, I don’t think we freed them well enough. We just shot their captives and let them keep riding the train. Like new captives wouldn’t have picked them up at the next stop? I wanted to take the dogboys with us, but I wasn’t there when this was all happening.
We get the cargo to the boss,and we find out that in the large box was a baby female dragon. In front of us he collared her. When we got angry he said “Look, everyone needs an heir, she’ll make the perfect bride” me, and the girl I love got upset. (The other girl didn’t get so upset. She’d been playing her “unprincipled” alignment the whole time)
This got worse when one of our party members said “Look, slaves exist here, she’s a slave. That’s just the way it is” where my friend (Who happened to be playing a baby female dragon, by the way) got really pissed off at him.

I don’t know. I appreiciate that our DM is trying to build the bad guy to be a really, really, big, bad evil character, but we could have done without this. I…

Fack, in the book of vile darkness they mention how there’s a fine line between creating a really evil character and building mood, and creating a really evil character who makes players feel unhappy/uncomfortable and the line got crossed tonight.

I um… still love my D&D group of course. They’re still the best group I’ve ever played with.
But I don’t feel good tonight.

The internet is for porn, the internet is for porn…

Like I’ve mentioned before, I moderate at this forum right? Well, part of moderating means getting rid of the porn trolls and their posts. Lately we’ve been getting a lot more of them, they’ll post something to make it look like they’re making a real topic, and then spam porn links in a list at the end of the post.

These pseudo conversations are usually about sex, like, a young person growing up and being hormonal, or a young person coming out as a homosexual, like a little paragraph saying “It can be hard coming out as a gey teenager, often paretns don’t understand.” and then a bunch of porn links.

Well we got a new one today:

The above is an image of a screencap taken from the forum. The title of the post is “Have you ever been arrested, only to return to sex work?” the post says
“Do you feel physically ill while doing what you do in sex work, or right after it’s over?
Have you ever sworn “never again” only to go right back to sex work because “things have changed” or told yourself it was “ok just this one more time?”

then there are links to “Teen anal small tits videos” and “double anal penetration”

Alright. Porn spam trolling is bad. It’s just bad ordinarily. Pretending to be some sort of voice of help or understanding for sex workers who feel sick doing their job, or who need to do the job, but don’t want to, and then instead of offering help, or just beign a person, they spam links to underage “teen sex” and “double anal penetrations”

That’s like duble triple fucked up right there. Pretend to be understanding towards sex workers who are unhappy (i.e most of them) and then BAM! Links to sex workers doing the things that make the women he was originally addressing feel sick, and what not.

Not right at all.

This is how it went down:

Note: This is actually just a copy paste of a post I made over at genderberg, so it’s aimed at a specific audience, and not a wide one like this blog usually is, which is why it’ll sound a bit off kilter.

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Here’s how it went down:

I left my house with 11 of the 12 posters (It seems I lost one.)
The first thing we did was paper lightpoles, my housemate drove me around to “good” lightpoles. (i.e one was on a busy intersection, another at a bus stop etc.) I prepared the posters to be taped while in the car, darted out and taped them to the poles, then darted back into the car, as we moved on to the next one. Most of these were a block away from the store. (It’s a busy block.)

Then we went to the store. My housemate drove me up to the side which I had sussed out I needed to enter from to avoid being seen by the security camera, but they had a metal roller door covering that entrance, which totally took me by surprise.
I walked around to the other side of the alley, figuring I could just cover my head for the camera, but there was this giant police paddy wagon sitting there, and a man in what looked like an office suit sitting in the alley, looking at the store. (I don’t know who he was, or what he was doing there.) so I chickened out of putting them on the store, and put some more posters on closer lightpoles.

I drew a little diagram in case my description of the street doesn’t make sense. I’m not too great at describing things clearly I don’t think.

Not to scale. <3333

I still have three posters, because my guess is that the roller door comes down when the big shopping centre closes and perhaps the playboy store closes before the shopping centre does. I might try again at like 10:00pm tomorrow night (Though at that time the street would be really busy I imagine )

Before I went out, I was feeling really tense, I wrote a blog entry to describe it, if you’re interested in that: http://is-power.blogspot.com

While I was out there though, I didn’t feel that bad, there was maybe a little adreneline but otherwise I was just being all methodical.

There we go, that’s the description of my first attempt of activism. (I don’t think my scribbling on offensive signs counts you see.)

I guess I’ll put what I’ve written here in my blog. *nods*

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A note about that first attempt at activism thing. Technically I guess i’ve done some activism before (beyond the scribbling on offensive things with a ballpoint) because I’ve written letters and what not, but none of that felt “real” if that makes sense. Writing a letter feels so distant to the issue, and scribbling on posters counts I guess, but it doesn’t have that ‘planned, prepared, organized then acted’ thing going on, and it’s not like the signs I wrote on were big ones, or anything like that.

So, that’s why I call this my first bit of activism.

I’m feeling drained right now. Perhaps too drained to really write, we’ll see how that goes.

At 5:00am I woke to a sudden start, I don’t know why. I remember I was dreaming, but that I didn’t die in the dream or anything like that. I was just suddenly, and startlingly awake.
My boyfriend was on the computer, with me sleeping beside him. Sort of how I’m on the computer, and he’s sleeping beside me right now.
After my sudden awakening, I couldn’t get back to sleep. I don’t know, I felt somewhat startled like there was adreneline running through me or something, but I don’t think that’s really what happened.

So I gave up, and crawled over to my boyfriend. I gave him a little hug and looked at the computer screen, where I saw him reading some manga scan. There were two girls talking to each other in a classroom.
He closed the window down, right away, and started to look at a website we both go on. I started to get worried. I shut down windows when he looks over my shoulder all the time, it pretty much doesn’t matter what I’m doing in the window, it just feels really uncomfortable if he looks over my shouler when I type things. (I had an ex who used to do that a lot. I don’t like it.) but he usually doesn’t care if I see what’s on his computer screen.

“What were you reading?” I asked him, and he brushed me off. I don’t know what he said… it would have been something to do with that website we go on, what something someone has done was. I was feeling suspicious. Fuck, more then suspicious. I had this feeling in my gut. He hadn’t been reading hentai, really, had he? I look down at the minimized folder, and it looks something like C:/Programs/Nvidia…
That didn’t feel good. Hiding things in random subfolders, not good at all.

I asked him what he was reading again, and he gave me a list of website names. So, I start to feel worse. He was hiding things from me. (And like normal, I wasn’t naming the things. I knew it was porn, but didn’t name it in my head.) I turn away for a minute, and look back, and that Nvidia folder was closed. I told him I had meant the manga, what manga was he reading.
He said “Oh that!” and started telling me about how he found this one meg scan, and wasn’t that amazing? Only one meg, the compression on that shit is great!” (Well, he didn’t swear, that’s my own thing there, I added that.)

So, I go to use the computer, check out some websites. I really want to check his most recent documents, because… I just had to know. He knew that was why I wanted to use the computer, and he looked over my shoulder, I think as a way to stop me from doing it. It stopped me for a minute or so, but then I looked. Yep. Hentai.

We had something like a four hour argument/discussion/thing, and I still don’t know the result of it.
I… he said he’d stop looking at it if it hurt me, but that rang hollow. I felt cheated, I felt lied to. He knows my stance on porn, he never seemed to argue it. I asked him what he thought of porn, and he told me that he didn’t like it, because no-one ever seemed happy. There was a subtext of exploitation I thought he was getting at there, and perhaps he was. Perhaps he doesn’t see hentai in the same light.
I don’t know. I didn’t expect to have this argument. Umm…

So, he nearly became not my boyfriend anymore a number of times throughout the argument. I’d say I didn’t want to date him anymore, and he told me he’d not download it anymore. I told him that the fact he downloaded it in the first place when he knew my feelings on the matter was hurtful, he said he tried to hide it so I wouldn’t feel bad and he’d “done his duty” (I got furious at that one. After hours of trying to explain each others points of view, my mind still boggles at that. Fuck.)

I felt trapped, he’s so damned reasonable and so damned rational.

I asked him at some point under what circumstances could I break up with him, without him being so damned logical. When is it reasonable for me to break up with him? He said “When you actually do it.” It reminds me of what Biting Beaver wrote about coersion, and I don’t like it.

So anyways. I don’t know how I feel right now. I’m writing this without any passion, but there have been tears for sure.

I…

There’s no second chances if I find he does this again.

Man, I feel like shit.

This feminism thing hurts. Sometimes it just doesn’t feel very nice at all. Like right now. Right now I feel pretty bad.

The last time I remember this happening, I was sitting at uiversity lying on my back on a nice comfortable patch of grass. I was tired so I closed my eyes, and I felt myself dozing off. Then I stopped myself. “You can’t doze off Celly, if you do, something bad will happen.” I tried to ignore the voice, but I couldn’t. “Something bad will happen, and if it does, it will be your fault.” I tried telling myself that I was being irrational, wha bad thing was going to happen to me on my university campus in broad daylight? I thought of a few things. Regular assault, sexual assault, rape. They could have all happened to me if I didn’t get up and keep my eyes open. I know I was being silly, and I tried to calm myself down by telling myself none of these things would happen, but another part of me was terrified. I started playing out scenarios in my head of what the aftermath would be if this mysterious ’something bad’ did happen. It would be my fault, for lying down on the grass in public and dozing off. That’s not something you do, that’s downright unsafe.
I tried to tell myself that I didn’t need to fear, and that I shouldn’t have to fear, but fear I did. I found myself understanding this. As I was lying there having this warped inner conversation I thought about that piece.
At some point I gave up. I sat up. I kept my eyes open. It stopped that awful inner dialogue, but I shouldn’t have had to get up, because I shouldn’t have had to worry.

That was scary.

I’m feeling bad again now. Someone in some forum made a post about gay people ‘oppressing’ straight people, by calling them names like “breeder.” I tried to explain that oppression doesn’t work like that, and how gay people can’t bloody well oppress straight people, and as I wrote about it, I started to just feel bad. I started sort of numbing, and then I felt icky.

Then I got into a conversation about prostitution, some girl said that prostitutes aren’t ever forced into their jobs, and if they make bad decisions that’s their own fault. This made me feel bad, and as I tried to talk about other things, about the trafficking of women and girls into sex slavery, about rape, about choice and the idea of free choice…
I started feeling worse. I don’t know how to describe it. I just feel bad. It’s a sadness, I sort of thought I was going to cry for a little while there, but it hasn’t happened yet, and it likely won’t.

It’s 7:30am and I’ve not gone to bed yet. I’m going to sleep, and hopefully I’m going to feel better when I wake up.

"I’M NOT LOOKING UP PORNOGRAPHY!"

I’m sitting at university. I should be doing my assembly assignment, but instead, I’m reading this: https://www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/book_excerpt.asp?bookid=38432&page=1

It’s good looking stuff. I’m thinking of buying it, looks like I can’t simply get it though, because I’m outside of the US. I need to call them, or email them (I’ll email them) to talk about specific prices. I only have a limited amount of funds, and I’ve never read any feminist literature offline, so I don’t know if this is the best book I could/should get.

On a related note, I just joined the library. They’ll send me a card within the week, and hopefully no-one takes out “Female Chauvinist Pigs” by the time my card gets to me. I can borrow 20 books at once. Let my introduction to feminism properly begin. Yes.

Anyway, I’m reading it, and one of my classmates walks past and looks over my shoulder. “Pornography ey?” he asks, in this mocking tone of voice.
I tried to tell him that I’m not looking up pornography, I’m looking at the way pornography effects the demand for trafficked women and girls, but he just wouldn’t take me seriously. By the end of the conversation he goes “Well, you keep looking up pornography, and while you’re doing it, I’ll be over here programming this system.*”

Gah. I don’t know. He’s gonna make fun ‘o me over this for awhile yet. I did get through to him a bit halfway through the conversation, where he admitted that he doesn’t think that “good feminist porn” would help anything.
Still. I don’t like being jeered at. This is serious stuff.

*What system? System is a very general word.

I’ma end this with a question to you fine folks. If you were to suggest physical books for feminist primer (preferably radical feminism) what books would you recommend I buy?

Home sweet home.

I’ve been reading these accounts of sexual exploitation from the blogs of women in the UK and the US. I decided today that I would look into the trafficking of women here in my home country. So, while I’m looking at this I also learn about the situation of children in the sex industry, and I learn more about pedophiles in this great land.

Frankly, it’s sickening. I suppose I wasn’t expecting anything less, but now I know, and knowing is half the battle.

I found The Factbook on Global Sexual Exploitation and looked at their section on Australia. it all seems to be dated 1998, so almost 10 years ago. I don’t know how much has changed, but lets take a look at something which disturbed me… (Though there’s a good number of disturbing things on that page. You cen pretty much pick any sentence.)

“Australia is the 2nd largest downloader of child pornography in the world.”

That’s kind of chilling. I grew up on a small mountain which had a child sex ring, I never knew about it while I was a kid (guess I was lucky eh?) my boyfriends mother told me about it recently.
I thought that things like the child sex ring might have had something to do with why the sexual attitudes on that mountain were fucked up. Why I can count the number of girls I know who’ve admitted to having been sexually abused/raped on my left hand. (They’re just the ones who’ve admitted it. I don’t know how many of the people who I grew up with experienced this shit.)

I thought: An area which hosts child pornography just can’t be a place with healthy sexual attitudes. That’s got to be part of the reason why that town was so fucked.

Now I see Australia is the second largest downloader of child pornography. This is not a country with healthy sexual attitudes.

(As a note: We are/were second to Germany. I know that correlation doesn’t equal causation and all that, but isn’t it interesting thar both these countries have legalized prostitution?)

I found a pdf about Australia’s response to people trafficking. This one is dated 2004. http://www.aph.gov.au/library/pubs/rn/2004-05/05rn20.pdf They talk about the difference between people smuggling, and trafficking and a few other things. Something that interested me was “The new focus on victim support” The plan was not only to focus on punishing the offenders, but also support for the victims Sound good?
Apparently not. The support they talk about comes in the form of a 30 day visa so that the women can stay in the country, and then when the visa runs out, they become eligible for the witness protection program. Victims only get this if they help the police with the investigations. Like the women aren’t going to be pressured not to help the police, like the women won’t be afraid to work for the police, like the women aren’t actually people at all.
Also, there was no talk in there about support in the form of counselling, support groups, or anything like that. Apparently “victim support” is just letting them stay in the country, provided that first they help with the investigations.
Call me stupid, but I don’t think that’s a whole lot of support.

So I find a another website this time dated 2005. (Finding them in acending order of date was a coincidence, I swear!)

Here we are told “Australia’s sex slavery laws are failing and police are not doing enough to free enslaved women. A sex industry insider says traffickers are turning to Korean women after police cracked down on the importation of Thai sex slaves.

The Australian Crime Commission confirmed that while the number of Thai sex workers in Australia had decreased, the number from South Korea had increased.

Industry insiders say traffickers will switch again as there have been no successful prosecutions for sexual servitude in Australia.”

Things are not looking good. Not at all.

I did in my brief googling find this group: http://www.projectrespect.org.au/
they look great. They look great. They look great. Jesus Christ, they look great!

Look at this!

“AIMS & PRINCIPLES

Aim 1: To provide support, information, advocacy and training to women in the sex industry.

Project Respect understands that women in the sex industry face great barriers to support, information, advocacy and training. We believe that while women are in the sex industry, they have a right to safety, respect, financial security, and support.

We are therefore committed to:

* Providing a regular outreach service to brothels, individual and family support and advocacy, information kits translated into relevant languages and leadership training to women in the sex industry.
* Challenging the women-blaming attitudes of society towards women in prostitution.

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Aim 2: To work towards community responses to prostitution and trafficking that are informed by a feminist perspective.

Project Respect believes that prostitution results from and strengthens structural inequalities of gender; in that the ‘clients’ are overwhelmingly men, and the ‘workers’ are overwhelmingly women. Project Respect believes that legalisation institutionalises prostitution and the exploitation of women. Project Respect believes that the purchase, not the supply, of prostitution should be criminalised. We are therefore committed to:

* Actively supporting women who want to exit the sex industry.
* Challenging the idea of male entitlement and forms of male power over women.
* Training, educating and lobbying relevant organisations and government departments on appropriate responses to prostitution.
* Raising community awareness of prostitution and providing a feminist perspective.
* Researching and documenting violence against women in the sex industry.

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Aim 3: To sustain a non-hierarchical, feminist culture that welcomes women from marginalised backgrounds, and challenges the mainstream organisational approach.

Project Respect believes that our organisational structure must reflect our understanding of gender, power, and exclusion.

We are therefore committed to:

* Working as a feminist organisation run by women for women.
* Involving women in the sex industry (past and present) in all aspects of the organisation.
* Involving women from a range of backgrounds in all aspects of the organization.
* Implementing an organisational structure that inherently promotes collaborative decision-making.
* Providing those involved with ongoing support, training and opportunities.
* Practices that limit harm to the environment and animals.”

I’ll be joining their messageboard. (They say they talk about events on their messageboard. Does this mean there’s anti-pornstitution events I might be able to attend? This is great!)
When I get my backpay, I might send them a big ol’ cheque.

In my head I’m squealing with joy. A radical feminist group, pro the criminalization of buying sex and not selling it, that is in my country, that I can join.

I guess that ends this on a good note.

Grrlcot Nandos Chicken

I just watched this advertisement on my television, just now. Umm. Jesus Christ.

What was the fucking point? Alright, we know that the point was to show women on a platter for the consumption of men, by showing a glam happy stripper with the hope that the many men who find the consumption of women funny, sexy, or otherwise good might also enjoy the consumption of Nando’s foodstuffs.

But…

Oh jesus Christ.

My friends eat at Nando’s every now and then. From now on, I aint joining them.

Rape > Feminism?

Over on an old post at ‘I can’t fly.’ a commenter named Porn Student offered a graph, showing how often people search for “Rape porn” as compared to “Feminist Porn.”

In short: A much larger number of people look for rape porn, as compared to feminist porn. The graph sort of speaks for itself.

I decided to take this a little further. In my house mates Heavy Metal magazine, I saw an advertisement for a particularly disgusting looking hentai called “Sex Taxi.” Here’s what they say about Sex Taxi on the back of the complete edition:

“A cab crawls through the city looking for fares, but only stops for select passengers. The car’s mysterious driver must procure attractive woman to become sex slaves for a wealthy clientele. The women who hail this taxi are horrified to learn that they are trapped and that it will be a long time before they ever see home again. An erotically explicit animated fantasy, SEX TAXI offers racy and thrilling entertainment intended solely for adult viewers. Each and every sultry adventure is gathered in this complete collection.”

Charming, right?

I decided to compare searches for feminist porn, with searches for Sex Taxi: The results.

Looks like a fair amount of Canadians are looking for feminist porn as compared to sex taxi, but sex taxi still wins.

Conclusion:

The existence of ‘feminist porn’ will not stop people from looking for porn about rape. The existence of ‘feminist porn’ doesn’t even make a dint in the sex industry. More people are looking for one title of rape porn, then there are people looking for the entire genre of feminist porn.

Not in the best of moods.

I just had a little spat with my S.O, I think I was in the wrong, I’m not sure. Got me emotional anyway, so I left the house for an internet cafe.

I was talking in a feminist forum, with a girl talking about a channel called ‘oxygen’ that she likes. We got onto speaking about how the majority of the media is aimed at white men, where we both agreed. She said the majority of action heros are men, and i noted that even when they are women, they’re made into sexual objects.

It exploded from here where she said that these women in movies are just ustilizing their sexuality, and that it’s showing womens sexuality as powerful, ’sex sells’ and men are also sex symbols.

I thought there was a difference between a sex object, and a sex symbol. A sexy man is still a person, in fact, he’s a person first, and then sexy second. Sexy women in movies are there to be sexy first, and to do other things second.

She said that some or most people might see the women as sex objects, but she didn’t so it was okay. I responded that if some or most people see women as sex objects, there’s clearly some problem. In the same post that I responded to, she said this:
“You can be oppressed all you want, but I’m going to enjoy the sexuality that women can exhibit with such powerfulness.”

I can be oppressed if I want to. I can choose oppression. This is something I choose. Okay. Also: I don’t enjoy sexuality. She’s said similar things about me and sex in other threads.

I continued to explain that female characters in movies are characters written by men and that when you’re watching a character on the silver screen, you’re not watching a woman making empowered choices, you’re watching a woman fill a role that men have created.

She said there’s nothing we can do about it, and I responded that we can get active, boycott things, write letters etc.
I was told that she couldn’t care less about the issue of objectification, and she has other things to fight. Alright, I give her that she’s focusing on other things, but she was also saying that objectification wasn’t a bad thing, and that if it was a bad thing, there’s nothing to be done about it, and how she doesn’t watch shows that make her feel bad anyway, she watches shows with powerful women in them, shows like Sex in the City.

She also talked about how we can change the porn industry not by protesting, but by creating ‘good’ porn. I had a problem with several things in that post, the biggest one being the idea that creating ‘good’ porn will eliminate ‘bad’ porn.
The people who get off on the degredation and humiliation won’t watch this ‘good porn’ and the people who do watch it, are still using a womans body to get off to. I also wouldn’t say ‘Sex in the City’ empowers women.

I was then told this:

“ Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Do you want to know how often I hear this?

Too often!

There’s no substance to what’s being said.

No proof.

Women are objectified every day. So are homosexuals. So are hispanics. So are Native Americans. So are animals!

Do you know who objectified women? Idiots. Do I waste my time changing the opinions of idiots. No! I have better things to do.

I don’t want to change anyone’s opinion. I want them to change it themselves. I want them to wake up with one big bitch-slap on a Tuesday morning. Holding a picket sign may help, but I’ll leave that work to you.

I’m going to watch The Color Purple. And then I’m going to be awed by Frida’s artwork. And then I’m going to have fun with my cobalt blue vibrator. And you want to know why? Because I’m going to enjoy the awesome oragsms that I deserve!

And then I’m going to watch Sex in teh City. ”

I’ve posted her the link to the APA report before, so I’m not happy at being told that there’s no substance to what I’m saying. Is it really that bad for a feminist to say that objectification is bad? Also, another implication that I’m ‘anti-sex.’

I don’t know, I’m complaining about someone else, and that doesn’t feel very ‘big’ of me, but I don’t know. I’ve been insulted a few times now, I’ve been told that the sexism I see in objectification is an unsubstantiated non issue, and that I’m oppressing myself. This is the first time I’ve had such a discussion, and I’m not feeling all that great about it.

On a more positive note. I just discovered this blog