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Fun and Easy Ways to Stop Slut-Shaming in 2013

4 Jan

Hey.

Happy New Year.

I’d like to add another resolution to your 2013 self-improvement plan. Ready for it? No more slut-shaming!

Some of you may read this and automatically think: “But wait…. why? Sluts are bad, aren’t they? And shameful! SHAME THEM! SLUTS!!!” And if you did, sit the entire fuck down and let’s have a chat about that. For those of you who thought: “Oh, I don’t slut-shame. I just think it’s REALLY bad when girls, like, just have all this sex with dudes that aren’t even their boyfriends, y’know?” You also need to sit down, right beside that other asshole.

Just to make it clear: slut-shaming is the act of making someone – usually a woman – feel guilty and/or inferior for engaging in sexual behaviour that violates traditional gender expectations. For women, that usually means those who became sexually active at an early age, those who have had multiple partners and those who engage in casual sex. Okay?

Besides the fact that judging other people instead of worrying about yourself makes you a useless asshole who contributes literally nothing to society, here are the two main reasons why slut-shaming is bad:

  • It populates victim blaming, which is one of the stupidest fucking concepts that has ever plagued us humans. Victim blaming is exactly what it sounds like: blaming the victim of sexual abuse instead of THE PERSON WHO SEXUALLY ABUSED THEM. It means accusing them of doing something, saying something or wearing something that somehow invited their attacker to come abuse them, thus making it their fault. Let’s make it as clear as possible here: not wearing a short skirt and not having that sixth shot of tequila is not what needs to happen for a woman to avoid being raped. What needs to happen for a woman to avoid being raped is for MEN TO STOP RAPING WOMEN.
  • It prevents unity between women, which makes us weaker in a society that is out to divide and conquer. We are constantly being conditioned to fear and judge the sexuality of other women which achieves two very detrimental things: it makes us jealous and competitive towards our fellow women and fuels our own personal insecurity, making us far more susceptible to this type of shit and therefore easier to control.

And just because I want to make it as EASY AS POSSIBLE for you to be a better fucking human being this year, here are some fun and easy ways for you to stop slut-shaming in 2013:

  • Do you personally know the woman you’re calling a slut? Is she putting herself in danger? Do you think she may possibly need help? Maybe try talking to her about it. Y’know… like a friend, instead of a passive-aggressive asshole.
  • Do you NOT personally know the woman you’re calling a slut? Maybe try shutting up. Everyone has a story. You don’t know hers. She doesn’t know yours. Respect that fact. Go read a book instead.
  • Think about your own relationship with sex and intimacy. What does slut-shaming reflect about your own insecurities, your own self-worth, your own experience? Make a pie chart. Followed by a real pie, as a reward for analyzing yourself instead of others.
  • Stop using the word slut. Reconsider how you let society effortlessly control you through language. Focus on words that are fucking awesome like “ominous” or “crescendo” or “fuck” instead of words that reinforce this toxic, subtle and stubborn attack against an entire gender.

My friends. I hope you will join us in this crusade and I would love to hear your thoughts.

Here’s to a 2013 free of slut-shame.

S.

PGPT Celebrates International Women’s Day

8 Mar

Oh hay, girl.

First of all, I’m sorry for my absence. I’ve left K. here alone to entertain you all for some time now and I apologize. Mama is home. I’ve got a bunch of new posts sitting halfway done in our ‘drafts’ and I promise to finish them soon. In the meantime, I will send you to other places where people write much more frequently AND prolifically. It’s International Women’s Day! So I wanted to share with you some of the blogs and sites that revolve around women in some capacity and that I read on a regular basis:

Gender Across Borders: GAB is a global feminist community, blog and a global voice for gender justice. Great articles that cover a multitude of gender issues in various facets of life. PLUS, they have a book club which I am totally joining as soon as I’m done this post.

Jezebel: You should all know this already, though.

Bad Perm: Full disclosure here – I’ve been a part of this site since its inception about four months ago. But let me tell you UNBIASEDLY why it is so great and so needed. If you’re a woman who also happens to be a fan of hip-hop, then you know how prevalent misogyny still is within the genre and how difficult it is to be a true fan of the culture while not ignoring the blatant misrepresentation of your fellow female kind. Bad Perm is not a site dedicated only to women in hip-hop, it’s dedicated to hip-hop from a woman’s perspective. And therein lies the difference. The entire site is run by women; from the coding and graphic design to the writing, videography and editorial support. We’re not highlighting the achievements of one specific gender, just making sure that the stories and experiences of being a hip-hop fan are being told in both voices.

Those are just a few of my suggestions for you to check out today (and every day)… now do YOU have any suggestions for us?

Three cheers for vaginas,
S.

 

It’s Friday Night – Get Some Shit Off Your Chest

25 Feb

It’s Friday night and I’ve got sweat pants on, eight tabs open and a jar of jalapeno-stuffed olives.

What?

SAY SOMETHING.

Anyways – check out this cool new blog-movement that our BFFIOH (that’s BFF-in-our-heads, for the record) Almie from APOCALYPSTICK recently blogged about. In her words:

The idea is to, well, get things off our chests. Our mission is to make the world an easier place for women (and girls and anyone who doesn’t fit into these narrow descriptions) to be happier, by helping them feel they’ve got permission to kick happiness-hating inhibitions, insecurities, cultural expectations, and ideals TO THE CURB. And also because there’s nothing more annoying than getting something off your chest only to hear, “Are you on your period or something?”

Word.

The story behind Off Our Chests is really cool. These two super rad parents are on a mission to rid the womanly world of “happiness-hating inhibitions” – basically, all those ridiculous things that stop you from being YOUR DAMN BEAUTIFUL SELF. Off Our Chests is a place to share (anonymously or not) “what is inhibiting you, limiting you, keeping you up at night, making you anxious, and hating on your happy.”

And let us be the FIRST to tell you how powerful simply saying (or typing) these things out loud really is….I mean, how do you think this blog even started?

So major props to everyone involved with this.

Check out the website here – http://offourchests.com/
Follow them on the Twatter. And Like them on Facebook.

And get some shit off your chest already, would ya?

S.

A Rant For The Broads

18 Nov

I wish I could laugh in the face of any woman who had insecurities about her relationship prior to Facebook and Blackberries. Because really…what the fuck did you have to worry about? Your man accidentally dialing the wrong number on your rotary phone and then magically falling in love with the woman on the other end? When he left the house, that was it. Sure he could have been doing whatever with whoever but how would you know? Your hairdresser’s sister who moonlighted at the local dinner theatre had to see them rushing out the back door trying to hide their faces and then bring it up the next time all three of you happened to be having a book club meeting. Try literally having a NEWS FEED that details every interaction he has with a living vagina right there in front of you. Or logging on only to discover that he hasn’t logged OUT, giving you full access to hidden photo albums and private inbox conversations, even though you’re the crazy one for snooping in the first place (right??). Ever sent a message on BBM and seen that little ‘R’ just staring back at you, unanswered BUT READ, for what seems like eight hours but is really only forty minutes? Didn’t think so, bitch.

Truth is – you are crazy.

Crazy as shit.

We all are.

The same beautiful spectrum of intricate emotions that make us the nurturing, compassionate and intuitive givers of life plays a secondary role, also making us unstable and irrational time bombs. Yeah….thanks, God.

Men will never understand what this feels like. They will never be able to fathom the savage and ruthless coup that your hormones stage on your common sense and confidence at least once every 28 days. Men do not have the capability to understand this because they don’t ever have to experience it. So don’t let them call you crazy and make you feel bad.

Let me do that.

You’re fucking crazy.

But as we just established – WE ALL ARE. We have biology (among other things…sexism, mass media…I’m looking at you, but that is another post) to thank for this. But you’re not off the hook, bitch. Because you’re an adult now and adults are supposed to have a better understanding of themselves than what you demonstrate by letting these thoughts get the best of you. What I’m saying is…if you take the time, slow down, breathe, and make a conscious note that this insecure, self-loathing, wildly creative yet terribly unhealthy broad that has hijacked your brain is not actually you – I promise, you will feel more powerful than you ever have in your life. Because your emotions are not you. Your actions are.

Your imagination is no substitute for reality. All truth comes to light.

So log out of Facebook.
Put your Blackberry away.
Start a blog and write until your mind has caught up with the rest of your train-wreck self.
And chill. the. fuck. out.

S.

Things that men are not allowed to complain about.

5 Aug

1) Not being able to gain weight.

It’s one thing to bitch and whine with your gym buddies about how you just can’t gain those last 15lbs of muscle and how your new protein shakes are making you have to poop. But when a woman says: “I want to lose 10lbs” it is never – I repeat NEVER – okay to retort with: “Aw man, I wish I could gain 10lbs in a few weeks….you’re lucky.”

EVER.

2) Having a stomach ache.

Oh poor baby. Your tummy hurts? Well no shit. Your last six meals consisted of nothing but various forms of steak. Maybe you should try eating a fucking vegetable every once in a while. You know what really hurts? CRAMPS. Holler at me when you have a hernia.

3) Their feet hurting.

Until you spend 6 hours awkwardly trying to balance yourself/walk/god forbid DANCE in these:

Your feet will never truly hurt. So loosen up the laces on your Nikes, or stop wearing thong sandals because guys don’t look good in thong sandals, or suck it up for one night out in actual dress shoes that may be a wee bit more constricting than your usual ratty sneakers and STFU.

(PS – I really like these, actually.)

4) Having a bad hair day.

Seriously? YOU HAVE A BUZZ CUT.

I have to deal with this:

At least it smells nice.

And that’s my real hair. God forbid I were to get extensions or a weave. You think you’re having a bad hair day because you ran out of AXE hair gel? SOME WOMEN (Britney Spears) ARE FARMING ALIEN BABIES IN THEIR HAIR:

AHHHHHHHHHH

Really though, I’m just ranting for the sake of blog material. I love you boys.

But suck it up.

S.

Louisiana: Where opinions = laws.

18 Jun

A bill has been finalized in Louisiana that requires women seeking abortions to get ultrasounds (even ones who have been a victim of rape or incest), in what Jezebel is (rightly) calling “a sneaky move by pro-lifers to influence women out of guilt to change their minds about a perfectly legal decision.”

Currently eight states require that abortion providers offer ultrasound information but three of them have mandated that the ultrasound is carried out, and require the provider to offer the woman the opportunity to view the image.

Now this Louisiana State Senator broad, Sharon Broome, is talking about it being an “empowering” bill for women. Broome, mind you, originally wanted the bill to require medical providers to discuss the fetus’s development in detail and give the woman a photograph.

So what happens after these guilt trips have worked and these women bring their baby to full term? Well…that’s kind of where this whole “empowerment” thing stops:

Of course, they haven’t introduced any legislation to promote comprehensive sex education, nor backed expanded contraceptive funding for poor women, nor gone to town for expanded child care credits and subsidies to help the women who choose to have children but need to work. Once you get that baby birthed, sister, you’re on your own — just as God intended you to be when He punished you with the pregnancy in the first place. (Fundamentalists trying to guilt women out of abortions – Jezebel)

S.

WTF?! Boob Edition

3 Jul

Introducing “The Kush” – While lying on her side, a womans body fights the forces of gravity, forcing one breast to rest on top of the other. Anatomically contoured to gently cushion and support the weight of her breasts, a Kush Support relieves the pressure that can cause discomfort and helps to ease restlessness.

Here is a list of things I could put betwixt my breasts to mimic “The Kush” without having to pay $55:

  • A toilet paper roll
  • A rolled up pair of socks
  • An empty beer can
  • 12 ballpoint pens
  • A bottle of lotion
  • A large eggplant
  • My own arm

BESIDES….isn’t “Kush” something that is naturally supposed to help you sleep better?

S.



If You Had To [Fast and Furious in My Pants Edition]

13 Apr

I’m in a pretty good mood, since I’m still coming down off a weekend of beautiful weather, boozing, eating and resting. So I’ve decided that I won’t assault your senses by making this edition of IYHD a disgusting competiton between two horrible choices. Today it’s a question of choosing one, when you really want both. At the same time. Covered in chocolate.

Vin Diesel

Sign my boobs, Vin

Vin keeps his hands free for more important things

OR

Paul Walker

paul

Blue steele

Tough, right? I think Vin could throw down in the bedroom. But sometimes I feel like he’s got this empty smirk on his face like he’s laughing at an inside joke that nobody else is in on besides himself. This leads me to believe he may have an imaginary friend. He’s Italian though, so that bumps him up in my books automatically, schizophrenia or not. He has also played Dungeons & Dragons for 20 years. I’ll leave that up to you to decide if it’s a pro or a con.

Paul Walker, on the other hand, has eyes that can melt panties but only 3.5 facial expressions. Con: He was raised as a Mormon. Pro: He is no longer practicing. He’s got a degree in marine biology and currently resides in some random town in Oregon. He’s a total surfer dude, which makes me think that he’s humble as hell and would probably rub my body down with organic massage oil while telling me that I have good sexual energy.

BONUS – they’re both Dads. And ohmigawwd do I ever love Dads.

S.

Adidas – you’re brilliant.

9 Apr

Ladies, you’re welcome.

http://tinyurl.com/clmnm5

Thank me later. But wash your hands first.

S.

Boobs

25 Mar

As you can tell by some of my previous confessions, I have woman crushes. Not so much in the, I wanna get tipsy and experiment way (although I’m not ruling that out just yet) but more in the, I wanna BE you or at least smell your hair way. Which, I’m pretty sure after just typing it, is equally as creepy.

Regardless, I love being a woman and I love women. My women crushes (besides Kim K) are as follows.

#1 – Eva Mendes

Eva has been my number one woman crush for years now. She’s freakishly beautiful to me. If I was a live action role playing kind of geek, I’d get a Second Life account and pretend to be her. Plus, she doesn’t try to hide the fact that she’s Latina (ALBA). “I feel I’ll take on the responsibility of showing the world a whole different kind of Latin woman.” Church.

#2 – Keri Hilson

I should get paid to stan for Keri the way I do. I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten this girl more fans than her actual publicist. KERI. You hear that?! Holler. Keri has been making moves as a songwriter since 2001 and has written for Mary J. Blige, Chris Brown, Ciara, Toni Braxton, J.Lo, Timbaland just to name a few. The release of her solo album “In a Perfect World…” was pushed back and pushed back and it finally dropped (OMG OMG OMG, etc) YESTERDAY.

BONUS: Here’s the video for Keri’s song “Turnin’ Me On” featuring Lil Wayne and a bunch of gorgeous, shirtless men. Giggity.

#3 – Salma Hayek

Three words for you – post. baby. boobs. Actually, I don’t even think this picture is post-baby and look at those babies. Salma is the only woman that I would allow my boyfriend to touch if the opportunity ever presented itself, on the condition that I am present, and also touching. (I’m dead serious, we’ve had this talk.) Oh, yeah and she’s like, the first Mexican national to be nominated for a Best Actress Oscar, a talented director and producer, an advocate for raising awareness twoards violence against women and discrimination against immigrants, yadda yadda ya.

#4 – Natalie Portman

What’s hotter than a hot smart chick? A hot smart boy? Okay, yeah. Maybe. But yo, Natalie Portman is SMART. And hot. What other Hollywood breezy would skip the premiere of Star Wars: Episode I to study for her high school final exams? She then went on to graduate from Harvard and pursued graduate studies at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem (where she was born). She’s been a research assistant in a psychology lab, co-authored two research papers which were published in scientific journals, went to Rwanda to film a documentary…..you know, no bigs.

#5 – The Washington Redskins Cheerleaders

HEY, I found my keys!

HEY, I found my keys!

Yep – the whole squad. Why? Because I love cheerleaders (the ones who can actually dance, that is…but I blame that more on the choreographers). But I’m convinced the Redskins Cheerleaders are hotter than any other squad until I’m shown clear evidence otherwise. Plus, if you go and read their bios – they actually have personalities. And the majority of them have stories about how they got into football, whether in childhood through family tradition or in college. Yeah – cause they went to college. How ’bout that!

Alright, that’s quite enough for now. Stay tuned for an upcoming post featuring my man crushes. Unless, of course, you’re not into that kinda thing. Do girls even READ this blog? Whatever.

S.

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