Bryan Fuller (via meganmachine)
Look at him being respectful.
Look at him recognizing the fannish enthusiasm of women in a way that doesn’t demean them, or bait them, or wink-wink-nudge-nudge them in a way that’s only just this side of mocking.
Look at him recognize the intelligence that goes hand in hand with goofy posts about randomly appearing stags and flower crowns on Will’s head.
Pay attention, creators, writers and show runners: this is how you talk about fans, especially female fans. This is how to not be a dick.
Why are we so ashamed of periods? … Women’s bodies are incredibly sexualized in our media and in our every day experiences. So much so that even mentioning menstruation sends a lot of people into kindergarten levels of EW. And why? Because for a moment, you have broken the spell. And suddenly, you are no longer a magical mannequin unicorn fairy existing purely for the sexual fantasy of other people. Suddenly, you’re a human being! (X)
It couldn’t possibly be to do with the fact that blood and mucus and lining is actually a pretty icky concept, could it? Just putting the obvious statement out there. Bodily fluids are actually pretty icky in the first place
Think about it, aside from blood, there’s what, five I can think of offhand: saliva, stomach contents, bile, urine, and whatever your respective genitals produce if you’re getting it on. Common thread? Unless you’re actually having to deal with them, you a) tend not to want to think about them, and b) probably would get grossed out by folk talking about the natural expulsion of their own.
For example, think about society’s reaction to drooling, wetting oneself, or throwing up. Odds are you’re thinking, with varying levels of intensity “ew, Ew, EW”, right? I’m not going to profess knowing whether its an inbuilt or a learnt response, but our reaction to bodily fluids which are not our own is by and large not a positive one, regardless of how natural it is
I’m not going to profess to know what everybody in the world ever thinks, but really, with the above in mind, is this really a feminist issue, or is it more a “you know, when you think about it, bodies are really quite icky” issue.
(Note: I’m not saying women AREN’T ridiculously sexualised in society; just that sometimes, as Freud was believed to have said, a cigar is just a cigar. I’m also saying it as someone who’s been known to feel more than a bit queasy at the sight of blood, albeit usually only if it’s in vials and from an unseen source)
Right, Ross, I see where you’re coming from. I find vomit, shit, bile and blood as icky as the next person. But we’re not talking about forcing men to see women bleeding from their vaginas or even hear an in depth description of it. We’re talking about something as nondescript as briefly mentioning it in conversation.
Most men talk constantly about the gross stuff bodies do. Farting, shitting, pissing, throwing up are a constant source of male banter.
'Mate, I was so wasted last night I think I chundered what I ate two months ago.'
'Dude, don't go in the bathroom, the shit I just took was the size of titanic.'
'Scuse, bro, I gotta piss like Seabiscuit.'
But periods (intake of breath), if chicks so much as mention periods, you just watch their faces contort in disgust. Statements like:
'Hey have you got any ibuprofen? My period is killing me.'
'Aw man, I got my period early and fucking ruined my white shorts!'
'Jess isn't coming swimming, she got her period yesterday' .
shouldn’t be reacted to like we’ve shared some disgusting information that men on no accounts should hear. They’re periods! They happen EVERY MONTH to almost half the population! They shouldn’t be looked at as some dirty little secret that women should be ashamed of.
Ya get me?
Why I hate going on Facebook.
WTF… this is why I am so ashamed of humanity sometimes…. & THESE IGNORANT MEN… need to get their dick chopped off. Sorry for the vulgar language but this makes me sick. The only causes of rape is because of RAPISTS, period.
Kill them. Kill them all.
Mandela died in July
And all the country cried for his body,
Outside the hospital
Not knowing he was dead.
Ever elegant you
escaped your body in front of our eyes.
They searched for you in 1962
At train stations and bus terminals.
From your mansion in Rivonia
To your little home in Orlando.
It was better before they knew where you were.
When they found you
they stole your whole middle age.
When they gave you back
We stole your old.
Today your grandsons are going crazy
And everyone wants a piece of the cake
wants a piece of your face,
I feel for your name.
They have been borrowing it
to every newspaper with ink.
No wonder you ditched your body
At the feet of that bleeping machine.
While the party debates the date to tell us
And your family fumbles
To accommodate the frenzy
Of what your funeral will look like.
I imagine you are watching the show,
You, in the crowd for a change.
Watching us perform vigils at your corpse.
Let Zuma do his dance for the cameras
They will bury you in shoes that he could never fill.
Now that you are alone for a while
Unbutton that collar,
The ancestors will not blame you.
Confide in them openly about the mistakes you made.
And laugh at how funny it is
That you can finally be human now.
They will not judge you.
They have already borne witness to Freedom, the play.
Mouthful for the praise poet!
They have not told us that you are gone.
And I thank them for their quiet.
The only way you could rest in peace
Is if we did not know about it.
— Maya Wegerif
one time a white student from the university in my home town was talking to a student that came from africa to study and said “wow growing up in africa must have been so tough for you” and he just replied “my family could buy you” and walked away