Creative | Posted by Georgia P on 08/29/2014
Shut up he barked
Sit down he wined
Raise your voice he howled
Raise your cup to me he giggled
Make pure and tender love to me he snapped
Pick me up in your arms and tell me how to change he snaked
Shut up he whispered, into my ear on this cold, cold night
Pull out the chairs when they sit down he commanded
Read my mind he yearned
When my mother comes cover your bruises and show me that smile he snickered
When my father comes cover your chest and cross your legs he murmured
Know me like no one has ever known me, care for me like no one has before we wished
to each other
Shut up, he pounded into me, his sweaty hands slurping my …
Creative | Posted by Ariella C on 08/1/2014
A Daily Serving of Misogyny
Most do not realize that
they have swallowed you up
today along with their breakfast
and that you are their favorite cereal
Yours is a deceptive brand
claiming to have enough
servings of vitamins
while it is really only
heaps of sodium
Sometimes your sugar
thickens my tongue
so that when my father
says I am a killjoy and
my brother sneers and
calls me a lesbian for choosing
to learn amongst girls
and only girls
I say nothing
They say you are less in
stock nowadays but
as I amble down the supermarket
aisle I see enough of you
leering out at me
to last another twenty years
You are not as rare as they think
And even so, people have …
Creative | Posted by Emily Z on 02/21/2014
Ridges of her spine like fish
emerging from the water:
she stands, condensation dotting
the mirror. Swift shock,
change snapped from the fingers.
Past tense, present: glass,
arrows in knees, never: transparency
in spite of itself, choked
back, unnecessary. I wish, I wish.
Creative, Pop-Culture | Posted by Julie Z on 01/25/2014
Saturday Vids: Ten Responses to the Phrase ‘Man Up’
Thanks so much to reader Monique for submitting this fantastic video of spoken-word poet Guante describing ten ways to respond to the phrase “Man Up.”
Creative | Posted by Melissa Banigan on 01/10/2014
Advice to My Thirteen-Year-Old Self
I was inspired to start Advice to My Thirteen-Year-Old Self, an anthology of advice letters written by fifty women to their teenage selves, because next year, my daughter will be turning thirteen. I want to give my girl, and other young women just like her from around the world, a “guidebook” into adulthood that doesn’t skirt around important issues such as sex, suicide, her body, cutting and depression … a book that also glorifies empowerment, freedom and self-love.
I’m working tirelessly to finish the anthology. Because I can only publish fifty letters in the book, but because over 1000 letters have been submitted from women and teen girls from countries such as Cambodia, Uganda, Peru and India, I’ve also started a website – an online community where women and …
Creative, Feminism | Posted by Michelle C on 12/2/2013
Can You Tell Just By Looking?
I’m a Communication Design student and for a recent Feminist & Gender Studies class, I was asked to produce a ‘Public Gender Intervention’ project: so I designed this info-graphic flowchart called, “Can You Tell Just by Looking?”
The main issue I wanted to address with this project is that of gender expression (the outward performance of gender), and therefore of a socially constructed idea of gender based on appearance. I also wanted to examine the non-existent relationship between gender performance and sexual orientation (who a person is sexually attracted to). With this chart, I’m attempting to intervene in the normative societal myths and preconceptions that the two are inextricably linked, and am touching on how appearance falsely influences the assumption of sexual orientation.
The flowchart directly addresses the behavior …
Creative, Feminism | Posted by Riya S on 11/8/2013
A Feminist Wave of Fury
I’m not walking ‘before’ Anybody.
I’m not here to parade my body,
Or prance and flit about.
Cause under all the prettiness,
There beats an Amazon heart.
To wear what We want.
To do what We dream.
To be who We are.
I’m watching you with Feminist eyes ,
Waiting for a slip up.
Blood’s been lost for Black and White.
But for battle? Not a drop.
To love whom We want,
But only When We please.
We want to be free.
It’s one thing to be proud of being women but I believe that equality can only be achieved if we treat everyone according to their individual merits. I think that being denied opportunities or being treated as less because of What and not Who you are is a …
Creative | Posted by Riya S on 08/30/2013
The Universal Sisterhood of Puberty
Pain dripping down my legs.
Bumps growing from my chest.
Doubled up. Feel the heat.
Mum, I NEED something to eat!
Checking out the guys,
Just when did they turn out so nice?
Look at myself in mirror again-
I look good!
Call me hormonal. Call me weird.
I’m feeling sick and tired
Of the pain of my red
And the sore swellings on my chest.
Now I’m staring at the bathroom floor.
I don’t call it a sickness anymore.
It’s my invite to a worldwide party
Of girls celebrating Puberty.