“Feminists don’t hate men. Feminists hate patriarchy.” Thank you, MHP! Tune in to Melissa Harris-Perry on MSNBC, showing now, or catch it online after the show. Smart, nerdy, and quite a lot of interrogation of intersectional perspectives. We’re loving it so far.
The truth is, I’m hesitant to write this post. Years of training and of enjoying my “sweet person” role make me hesitant to say anything against an individual in public. I’m always the one playing devil’s advocate. But I think this is important to say, and that the major theme of this website–patriarchy–is both a part of how I was raised to be reluctant to write this and a part of why I find Hugo Schwyzer’s alleged behavior so painful.
Schwyzer claims that the possible legal ramifications keep him from preventing evidence that would absolve him, or at least, clear up his side of the story. I concede that this is possible, and that though my gut feeling is against him in this case, it may be that there are things I’m not seeing. So this post is more about the situation than it is about Schwyzer as a person, and to write the post I am going to assume the facts as they are presented in Grace’s post on the Schwyzer controversy. If there are additional facts, my concerns may not all apply to Schwyzer himself, but they do apply to these kinds of situations.
What better way to #occupyvday than by showing the blogs we love as alternatives to the big feminist mainstays? Contributors from all over the Twittersphere suggested must-read blogs for feminists who are sick of Jezebel and its ilk last week, and here’s the list. Not all of these blogs identify as feminist, but taken as a whole, they definitely espouse the values of Queer Feminism! Take a look, add your favorites to your RSS feed, and suggest anything we’re missing:
bell hooks, Feminism Is for Everybody is available in a free PDF here!
I was a thirteen-year-old lesbian. I was also a fourteen-year-old bisexual. Then a fifteen-year-old queer grrl, a sixteen-year-old genderqueer and, finally, a seventeen-year-old transboy. Luckily, the last one stuck and I won’t be doing any more tiresome coming out in the foreseeable future. But, having spent time in all those identities, I’ve also spent a lot of time in feminist spaces. Early on, feminism was shiny and attractive to me because Kathleen Hanna was shiny and attractive to me. Only after many long hours of really paying attention to the lyrics, zine-ing, researching, and workshopping, did it became a no-brainer. Women deserve fucking rights. Period.
Once I spent a little time in radical spaces, my views on this changed. Sure women deserved rights. But what defines a woman? Someone labeled a woman at birth? Only straight women? Only white women? Only women without disabilities? There are a lot of ways to be a woman and even more ways to be perceived as a woman. And what exactly does “rights” encompass? What good is closing the wage gap when women of color, trans women, women with disabilities, fat women, low-income women, and countless others can’t get jobs to begin with? What good is it when they have to worry about being attacked on their way to the interview? In the wise and feisty words of Emily over at Tiger Beatdown, my feminism will be intersectional or it will be bullshit.