August 18, 2012
the petty is the political: This is a life lesson; this is a death hill

farahjoon:

katydidnot:

galesofnovember:

People who are passionate about trying to stop shit-talking and gossip,  who write moving treatises on the harm that shit-talking can cause,  or catchy songs about how honest communication is so, so important,  write zines that reference Mean Girls and the importance of stopping gossip, those who make anti-shit-talking their personal death hill,  they have an agenda.  

The agenda is that they are sketchy motherfuckers and want to keep people in the dark about that. 

Pro-Shit-Talking 4Lyfe.  Beware the anti-shit-talking brigade. 

Pass it on. 

i have definitely seen “girls communicating about dudes who make them feel uncomfortable/are abusive towards them” be considered “shit-talking” and “gossip” all the time

scumblebee:

this is important; what katy said, and anti-gossip rhetoric is usually propped up by misogynist anti-girl sentiments about girltype behaviors and pettiness and cattiness and “i just am so much more comfortable with guys

gossip as a survival skill

gossip as community security

gossip as an anti-rape culture tool

gossip as a means to honest communication

I have found that a lot of “mean girls” rhetoric is invoked (mostly by women) in order to excuse one’s own shitty behavior. See also “she’s jealous.”* People who don’t want to own up to the mistakes they are making, or a loved one is making, seem to be constantly running into mean girls. And let’s not forget that the books that gave rise to this totally misogynist crap were anecdotal and written by twits.

The gossip thing is similar, but I hear it more from dudes, for all of the reasons above. They don’t want women comparing notes, figuring out patterns of behavior, naming names, and raising consciousness. Gossip is an anti-patriarchal strategy, it is a way we tell stories about our lives, it is oral history.

*”I knew you’d be upset.”

This has been brought to you by cultural gender essentialism.

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July 2, 2012

I’m not passive aggressive, I’m more internal agony/awkward bluntness/giving up, except when people are clumsily passive aggressive to me for what I deem to be stupid reasons and then I suddenly get all I WILL SHOW YOU PASSIVE AGGRESSIVENESS and I have to hold myself back from a series of weapon-like posts. It’s not a pretty picture, my spite-filled imaginary drafts folder that contains crumpled feelings oh this post got so sad.

June 15, 2012
coolchicksfromhistory:

Woman’s rights meeting, Tokyo 

coolchicksfromhistory:

Woman’s rights meeting, Tokyo 

12:36pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zu71EyNRxYAw
  
Filed under: cr movement work 
April 29, 2012
media literacy
[redacted 1]: what is details?
[redacted 2]: it's for guys who bought a nirvana album at brown and it really meant a lot to them.
owning my status as redacted 2
April 29, 2012
Universe continues to urge me to smoke, as evidenced by the almost-full pack of Marlys Emily left at my house after CR.

Universe continues to urge me to smoke, as evidenced by the almost-full pack of Marlys Emily left at my house after CR.

2:25am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zu71EyKXMzRC
  
Filed under: CR girl gang 
April 10, 2012
"Salinger, I’m sorry, but “Don’t ever tell
anybody anything” is a string of words
I would like to wrap up in canvas and sink
to the bottom of the Hudson, or extract
by laser from the ribcage of all of us
who ever believed it, who felt afraid
to miss someone, to be the last one
standing. “Tell everyone everything” is
not exactly right, but I do believe that if
your mother looks radiant in violet
you should tell her, or when a juvenile
sparrow thrashes its wings in dustpiles
and reminds you of a lover’s eyelashes,
you should say so. We are islands all of us,
but we are also boats, our secrets flares,
pyrotechnic devices by which we signal
there’s someone in here we’re still alive!
So maybe it’s, “don’t be afraid.” We can
rewrite Icarus, flame-resistant feathers,
wax that won’t melt, I mean it, I’ll draw up
a prototype right now, that burning ball
of orange won’t stop us, it’ll be everything
we dream the morning after, even if we fall
into the sea—we are boats, remember?
We are pirates. We move in nautical miles.
Each other’s anchors, each other’s buoys,
the rocket’s red, already the world entire."

Ilse Bendorf, Catch A Body (via grammatolatry)

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