I watched as these girls, even in class, were pre-occupied with their looks, pushing their boobs up, rolling their shorts up and trying to get away with whatever they could to make themselves more sexually appealing. Where did I, as a brown hijabi girl fit in?
When Claire arrives at Castle Leoch, her torn white dress from 1945, which the Highlanders all believe is her "shift" or slip, sets her even further apart in similarity from the other women at the castle.
Second-wave feminism included many lesbians who didn't know many trans women, because few were out and active in those circles in the '70s, and found it very easy to weave into their philosophy the absurd idea that trans women are "the avant-garde of the patriarchy's invasion of women's spaces."
Feminism is about enabling women to have what they choose. But women choose to feel like women - to experience the delectable polarity of the female and the male, and that requires a culture that empowers, and celebrates, both.
I can't count the number of hours that I've waited with (literally) bated breath, hoping and praying that someone will say "Of course you're Egyptian! I could totally tell." But I think what I've really always wanted to hear is, "You belong with us."
Yes, there was something wrong, but it wasn't with me, and my cyber sex was nothing more than a symptom of something bigger. It was my way of showing that I felt out of control and helpless.
Basically, porn is a terrible place to learn about how to have great, satisfying sex, and what that kind of sex looks like. It's an especially terrible place to learn about what women like in bed.
While our lexicons are being updated to reflect a changing understanding of prejudice, it's hard to imagine that some of us aren't losing our relation to the real-life problems that our language is trying to solve.
Somebody PLEASE nominate San Antonio Spurs Gregg Popovich for governor of Texas.
Who would do such a thing? Spend months planning a picture-perfect wedding, only to leave her groom, cold, on the steps of the altar, after a speech announcing to the congregation why she did it? That person was me.
I wasn't expecting so many people to assume it was all a joke. After all, no one would think to ask a man if that proposal he put so much time and effort into was just for laughs. Is a woman proposing to a man so hilariously misguided that it could only ever be a prank?
When people all around you are telling you directly that you have no claim to your womanhood and that by merely existing you are furthering the patriarchy, it cuts right through to your heart. I want to be able to return to the Land feeling welcome and safe. MichFest is my home too.
If we keep accepting this as reality, if we keep dieting and trying to fit into the stereotypes, or if we keep apologizing for not fitting into the stereotypes, we're doomed. No matter who you are, it's almost impossible to be "pretty" and "thin" to everyone. You will always be "fat" or "ugly" to someone.
We've failed to teach our kids to respect boundaries, or even what boundaries are these days. We've failed in helping them to understand that others have different beliefs and that's OK. We've dropped the ball on one of the most fundamental ideals we can instill in our children: to love one another.
I'm a liberal college professor who has lived in a major city for all of my adult life. I have never owned guns or pickup trucks. Perhaps the old adage is true; You can take the girl out of the country, but...
As lesbians and gays we are on the precipice of what could be called our largest wins ever. I am just struggling to understand both how and why we were able to divorce LGBT equality from a larger conversation about feminism, race and class in society.
Like most women, I'm not a man. But as a working woman in the working world, I'm surrounded by them. The fact is men are dominating every industry from software engineering to Madonna impersonating and the boys clubs ain't goin nowhere honey.
For me, being a Muslim feminist means to first turn the critical lens inward and take care of my heart. As I continue to read Muslim women's work, I read them to make myself strong. Not strong relative to other women or relative to men, but strong for myself.
I don't enter a room and state that I am a woman, a feminist and white. They are all descriptive of who I am, but I also don't want to pigeon hole my persona, and besides, there is so much else behind all of those labels!
With the pervasiveness of gender inequality in nearly every arena, it's heartening to know that there are passionate individuals and organizations out there working hard to affect change.