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Pro Tips For Dudes Who Run

I’m going to make an assumption here about dudes who run: most of y’all ain’t trying to scare the shit outta women who run. But maybe you didn’t realize that some of the shit you do is fucking scary. This post is for you. 

First, don’t be moving around like your feet are wading through drying concrete and then suddenly (!) pick up your pace to a normal run as a lone female jogger is crossing a short but unlit bridge.

Second, when said jogger picks up her pace because she fucking hears you behind her, don’t pick up your pace exactly that much. 

Third, when she crosses the bridge and into a street so the 1 to 2 people around and any potential cars see her (and your fucking ass), don’t wait until those people are gone to FUCKING PACE HER JUST OUT OF HER PERIPHERAL VISION!

Finally, when she yells at you to fucking pass her, don’t fucking give her that look. The cornered animal here is her, and she is ready to do whatever damage she needs to do to survive (and she ready because she has been through this or something like this so. many. times. She is practiced. You will not be ready.)

tl;dr: Women exist in a world differently than you do. Learn it. Pay attention. Don’t be an asshole. 

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The Tragedy of the Commons’ Body: Daniel Tosh and Breastfeeding

By now, every one of you knows about the woman who called Daniel Tosh out on attempting to make light of rape who was then subsequently threatened with gang rape. You probably have already read your favorite point of view on how to react to this story in a few different blogs and other online content. If you are one of my readers, you probably come down on the side of “Daniel Tosh is a scrotum for this and other reasons and doesn’t have the vagina to tell an actual joke.” So what does that have to do with breastfeeding? Lots! Come with me on a journey into the wilds of feminism. Continue reading “The Tragedy of the Commons’ Body: Daniel Tosh and Breastfeeding”

Thoughts On Political Empowerment

Throughout my coursework at The New School, I consistently found myself researching and thinking about women’s political empowerment. Quota policies seem to be the anchor around which this discussion often happens. In doing research on women’s rights in Chiapas and while gathering data in Nepal, I have started to think about these policies differently. Basically, the necessary first questions seem to be glossed over or ignored altogether. The goal of “increasing women’s presence in government” is of course important, but it proceeds from the the assumption that women can be collapsed into one category and therefore any woman that achieves a government office means women have been and will be empowered. The complexities of women’s lives are flattened or molded or forgotten in achieving this goal.  Continue reading “Thoughts On Political Empowerment”

My Complicated Belly

I’ve been fighting my belly for years, demanding that it be flat. It has gotten close at times, but generally it likes to hang out a bit. It doesn’t want to be held back. I should have known that this would be my belly. Both sides of my family talk about the “all gut, no butt” bodies that cling to the genetic lines, but growing up and living as female, surrounded but perfectly photoshopped celebrity bodies, has made the flat belly my personal standard of beauty.  Continue reading “My Complicated Belly”

The Pen is Mightier

I’m reading a book on the history of sexual violence in conflict zones (light reading before law school, ya know). In reading more about historical gender relations (especially in the West) and thinking about how gender relations were (are) linked to property and ownership, I just cannot help but think that at some point in the past some man decided that if his penis touched something, he owned it.
Continue reading “The Pen is Mightier”

That’s how you take an aspirin?!

Dear Minnesota State House:

Thank you. From the bottom of my heart. I had no idea how wrong I have been. I had no idea that swallowing a pill could be so difficult, so dangerous, that medical supervision is necessary. I cannot believe how many uterus-Americans have lived their entire lives thinking that they had the proper procedure mastered for swallowing a pill. I am sitting here wondering how many of us have died or been seriously injured because we did not seek out professional care, thinking ourselves full adults capable of managing our healthcare. Think about how many of us take birth control EVERY DAY on our own! Without a doctor present! We might as well be playing Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun.

You are to be commended. You have joined the ranks of your colleagues around the country (and the world) to say in one voice: “Hold on a second there, sweetheart.” It is so courteous of you to protect us from our uterus-addled brains. Which today is causing me a headache, so I am off to find a physician that can protect me from myself as I take an aspirin. Unfortunately, I am insurance-less now, so I’ll have to find a free clinic or emergency room that can help me. What a wonderful use of taxpayer dollars to have passed this bill.

Insincerely,

creatingcarrie

Take a read: Thinking About Jailing the Victim? Here’s Why Not.

My friend franklyrebekah has an awesome post up on sexual violence and the treatment of survivors and victims in the criminal justice system and society at large. Check it out!

Thinking About Jailing the Victim? Here’s Why Not..

Street Harassment

I tend to be a pleasant rider (most of the time, at least to denizens of the neighborhoods through which I ride). Every once in awhile I get catcalled or some other form of street harassment as I’m riding. Yesterday was one of those days. Continue reading “Street Harassment”

Faith, Hope, and Love: Why I am Pro-Choice

In this polarized and polarizing world, the complexities of an identification or a political stance are lost through the need to dig in and position yourself against some other person or some other stance. As I’ve said or as you can tell, I am adamantly pro-choice. I want to take a moment to define what pro-choice means to me, because it may not complicated for me but it comes from a complex and personal space.

Pro-choice means more than just a commitment to keeping abortion safe, legal, and accessible for all women. Being pro-choice for me is a commitment to the health and well-being of women, children, families, and all people. It means I believe in people receiving comprehensive, age-appropriate sex education, in health class and throughout their lives. It means that I believe that injustices that do not seem related to abortion rights actually are, such as economic disparities and societal oppression of women. It means that as I think and re-think through my pro-choice stance, I come to the following words: faith, hope, and love. Continue reading “Faith, Hope, and Love: Why I am Pro-Choice”

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