The problem with growing up in a society like ours is that no matter how hard we try, how much we grow, how liberal we try to be, there will always be those little voices in our heads saying horrible things about ourselves and others. In a land where rich white men profit off of hatred and negativity, somewhere alone the way it plants this deep inside our heads too. A little Donald Trump, or Nigel Farage, or Tony Abbott live in all our heads, saying horrible untruths, and by God, they’re near impossible to pick back out.
Hi. I’m Jess, I’m 23 years old, I like in London and I’m an English Literature graduate. And I’m an ism-aholic. But I’m working on it.
I don’t know when I first started to notice the judgements my brain passed out - maybe at Uni, when I had the good luck to find and befriend some very diverse and wonderfully liberal people, or when I joined Tumblr, or maybe even before that. But at some point along the way I realised that no matter how liberal and accepting I thought I was, I still judge people in an instant, allow my perceptions to tar my interactions with people, and allow outdated and damaging societal structures and values to affect my daily life.
Of course, just realising wasn’t enough. Noticing the racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, classist, ableist… hell, everything-ist thoughts in my head didn’t stop them appearing, not by any means. It’ll be a lifelong struggle. But I challenge them each and every time they come up, and try to challenge others too. Because I’m part of the problem, and I’m going to try to be one of the people to tackle it. One day at a time!
That’s why campaigns like Brook’s ‘Sex:Positive’ are so amazing. They’re enlisting young people to help tackle a problem deeply ingrained and dear to their hearts, and mine. By talking about the judgemental and negative attitudes around sex and sexuality, and spreading examples of sex positivity, they are digging at the roots of the tiny Donald Trumps living in our brains. That’s fantastic, and I’m so happy I get to be a part of it.
Ian Roberts played professional rugby in Australia between 1986 and 1998. In recognition of his efforts he was awarded the Australian Sports Medal for his contribution to Australia’s international standing in rugby league. Roberts served on the National Rugby League’s judiciary between 2000s and in 2004. And in 2005, he was named one of the 25 greatest ever New South Wales players. Roberts revealed in 2014 that he has suffered from brain damage after being knocked out up to a dozen times in his playing career.
In 1995 Roberts became the first high-profile Australian sports person and first rugby footballer in the world to come out to the public as gay. He afterwards he said,
“(It) was the worst kept secret in the rugby league. Even when I was at Souths, everyone knew I was gay.”
Adding:
“I have been ‘out’ privately since I was 19 or 20. I was always comfortable growing up being gay. (But) I wish I’d come out earlier… I always felt like I was protecting my family, but you can’t protect people from being who you are.”
But it wasn’t until 2021 that he revealed the negative impact of coming out. He overheard fellow teammates they were I uncomfortable rooming with him because he’s a faggot. He also received mail saying, “AIDS will finish you in hell. SODOMIST.”
The same year while exiting the field during halftime, a spectator assaulted him - punching Roberts in the face and calling him a “faggot”.
But Roberts used his new found fame to campaign against homophobia. He discussed his sexuality in magazines and on television and appeared in a poster campaign against homophobia conducted by the Lesbian and Gay Anti-Violence Project.
In 2010, Roberts publicly criticised Australian swimming star Stephanie Rice for calling the South African rugby union team“faggots” - calling her “a complete idiot”.
Like other athletes who come out as gay, Roberts posed nude, included appearing on the of “(not only) Blue” Magazine in 2001.
In 1998 Roberts decided to pursue acting professional and move to the US in 2003 to increase his opportunities. His credits include appeared in:
Star Wars: Episode II – Attack of the Clones (2002) as a bartender
Dancing with the Stars (2005) - Roberts competed in the Australian edition of the show placing second
Superman Returns (2006) as one of Luthor’s henchmen
Saltwater (2013) as the love interest in a gay romance
Fantasy Island (2020) as a character called Mr. Torture
Perhaps one of Roberts’ proudest moments occurred in 2017. He made a personal plea to the Australia’s National Rugby League to support legislation allowing same-sex marriage. He’s effort convinced them - and the NRL publicly announce their stance. He was motivated after learning about the death of Tyrone Unsworth, a 13 year old boy who died after being bullied at school.
“That’s what triggered me into doing this. His passing will not be in vain.”
Roberts has been with his partner Daniel for 15 years.
I am a straight, white, cis, male, or in other words a bug of a person. Please tell me how I oppress my sister, my mother, my best friend, my teacher, my aunt, etc, personally.. Please tell me. I dare you
Do you want me to start with the implied threat in your statement, the way you appear to have created an anonymous blog for the sole purpose of insulting and criticizing blogs that argue for equality, the way you asked a total stranger to provide you with specific personal examples because you want to shut me down rather than engage in an actual dialogue, or the fact that you already consider yourself to be a blight on humanity without my assistance based on your username?
Or the fact that he used all the women he knows as leverage in this conversation as if knowing 50% of the population is so difficult and as if he chose to have a mother, sister, aunt, and teacher. As if by having those people in your life we automatically know for certain that you don’t treat them like crap.
Or how he immediately made this post about himself when he isn’t a poc or a woman so this wasn’t addressed to him, but I guess he just clicked the first post he saw on your blog because any blog with feminism in the name is one he wants to harass regardless of the kind of feminism it is.
Like… dude, we don’t know you, we can’t really tell you how you oppress them besides by willfully ignoring the fact that they are systemically oppressed by forces other than you, by the government and media and a lot of men that you aren’t, but we can certainly tell you that there are plenty of people that have daughters and sisters and mothers, men in fact, that rape them, abuse them, murder them, that’s an indisputable fact regardless of your beliefs on feminism. So no, you don’t get to treat this like just because you have a woman in your life you’re immune to the accusations of sexism. Unless you’ve lived in a strict commune in Antarctica, you’ve men some women. All sexists have met women. How else did they oppress them?
First, it’s people/person of color, not “colored.” That’s an outdated and offensive term, which you probably at least suspected since you put it in quotes, but went ahead and used it anyway. So if you’re hoping to have people distrust you for your actions instead of your identity, you’re off to a solid start. If you’re genuinely unsure what a group of people prefers to be called, google it, or ask one of them politely.
If you get upset by oppression and want to be a part of changing it, here is my suggestion. Every time you see someone complaining about cis straight white people and it bugs you, go do something to prove it wrong. Donate what you can to the ACLU, or Planned Parenthood, or any of the other myriad of organizations working against oppressive power structures. Call your government representatives and tell them a cause you want them to consider important. If you’re in the US, volunteer to help get people registered to vote, or make calls/door-to-door visits to talk to people about voting in the mid-terms, or supporting candidates that are advocating for change. Read an informative article and share it on social media, or with conservative family members. Read a book by someone in the LGBTQIA+ community. Watch a show with diverse representation and a showrunner of color. See if there’s anything you can do at your place of work to make it more accessible. Something.
If every time you felt that all straight white people were getting a bad rap they didn’t *all* deserve you did something productive to prove it wrong, not only would you be bettering yourself and society, but you’d be helping to change the perception. When instead you rant reply to someone’s post - which initially was *JUST* a post about considering it reasonable to hold everyone accountable for working to educate themselves about the plights of others and helping to lessen them - about how unfair it all is that strangers aren’t giving you credit for work they don’t know you’re doing, not only do you not come across as an ally, but you waste everyone’s time.
I am white, and I am a feminist. I don’t get upset or defensive when I see people complaining about White Feminists, because I know there is a specific type of person that they’re complaining about, and I know that I put active work every day into not being that person. I don’t need someone to pat me on the back or acknowledge it. I love reading complaints about White Feminists, because sometimes they teach me about things I don’t know and show me behaviors I don’t want to adopt, ways to keep myself from becoming the kind of person being complained about. No stranger is complaining about me personally. But if they *are*? I want to listen, and learn to do better.
Trust isn’t something you just get from people the second you meet them. Trust is something you earn over time, repeatedly, through consistent actions. Honestly? Some people might never trust you, and it may or may not have anything to do with you. Ultimately it doesn’t matter. Fighting oppression isn’t something you should do because you want to be given a gold star for your ability to be a decent human being. It’s something you should do because it needs to be done.
At 11 o’clock at night, you moved across the train car to sit far too close to two girls about half your age so you could interrupt our conversation to tell us how pretty we are. We said thank you, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.
You interrupted us a second time to say that you didn’t want to bother us, but we needed to hear it, how pretty we are. We said cool, thanks, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.
You interrupted us a third time to say you wouldn’t say anything else, you didn’t want to bother us, you just had to let us know. We said have a good night, and went back to our conversation.
This seemed to perplex you. You came all that way across a train car to bestow upon us this life altering knowledge - the fact we were pretty - and all you got was a polite thank you? You grumbled about gratitude, about how you better not end up on facebook, were we putting you on facebook? Why was my friend looking at her phone? Was she putting you on facebook? All you’d done was tell us we were pretty.
At this point, my friend says, “Sir, we’re trying to have a conversation. Please don’t be disrespectful.”
This was when you got angry. Disrespectful? YOU? For taking the time out of your day to tell us we were pretty? Did we know we were pretty?
“Yes, we knew,” says my friend.
Well, that was the last straw. How dare we know we were pretty! Sure, you were allowed to tell us we were pretty, but we weren’t allowed to think it independently, without your permission! And if we had somehow already known - perhaps some other strange man had informed us earlier in the day - we certainly weren’t allowed to SAY it! Where did we get off, having confidence in ourselves? You wanted us to know we were pretty, sure, but only as a reward for good behavior. We were pretty when you gifted it upon us with your words, and not a moment before! You raged for a minute about how horrible we were for saying we thought we were pretty, how awful we turned out to be.
I took a page out of your book and interrupted you. “Sir, you said you wouldn’t say anything else, and then you kept talking,” I said. “You complimented us, we said thank you, and we don’t owe you anything else. It’s late, you’re a stranger, and I don’t want to talk to you. We’ve tried to disengage multiple times but you keep bothering us.”
At this point, our train pulled into the next stop. My friend suggested we leave, so we got up and went to the door.
Seeing your last chance, you lashed out with the killing blow. “I was wrong!” you shouted at us as we left, “You’re ugly! You’re both REALLY UGLY!”
Fortunately, since our worth as human beings is in no way dependent upon how physically attractive you find us, my friend and I were unharmed and continued on with our night. She walked home; I switched to the next train car and sat down.
So, strange man, I know you’re confused. I don’t know if you’ll think about anything I said to you, but I hope you do learn this: when you give someone something - a gift, a compliment, whatever - with stringent stipulations about how they respond to it, you are not giving anything. You are setting a trap. It is not as nice as you think it is.
But you’ll be happy to know that when I sat down in the next car, a strange man several seats over called, “Hey, pretty girl. Nice guitar. How was your concert?”
“Thanks. Good,” I said, then looked away and put on my headphones, the universal sign for ‘I’d like to be left alone.’
“Wow. Fine. Whatever. Fucking bitch,” he said.
Fucking creepers. May I ask how feminism or anything similar would actually have prevented this from happening? This ya already socially unacceptable.
Men - because to be clear, I called them ‘strange men’ because they were strangers to me, not because there was anything abnormal about them - act this way because they are raised in a culture that lets them believe their time and opinions are more important than the time and opinions of women, and that as a consequence, they are owed women’s attention. They are socialized to believe women should be grateful to them for their attention, and that they are being denied something rightfully theirs when women are not.
Raising someone with feminism, the idea that all sexes/genders are equals and thus no party is beholden to or more important than another, would have prevented this by not allowing men to grow up expecting ‘rights’ that are not actually theirs. You say this is socially unacceptable, but there were 20+ people on that train who actively watched us being harassed and did not say a word. It is socially unacceptable, but this kind of thing happens to me and many other women multiple times a week, with often more traumatic results.
So, yes, I believe more feminism would prevent sexist moments like this. Also, water is wet, the atmosphere is 78% nitrogen, and cheese is addictive.
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Glad these girls stood up for themselves, but I don’t think feminism would fix this. There will always be assholes in the world, you can’t fix assholes.
Except you absolutely can.
People act out or misbehave when they think they can get away with it. It’s why people say things anonymously online that they would never dare say to someone’s face. It’s why crime is more common at night or dimly lit places. It’s why people feel emboldened to act when they have a crowd supporting them, or are in a group of their friends. It’s why men tend to harass women who are either alone or with other women, but not women who are with other men.
You can never 100% curb a behavior, it’s true; there are too many humans and we all vary in too many ways for one thing to be effective on everybody. But kids who grow up watching TV/reading books/playing games that tell them it’s acceptable to treat women (or really anyone who isn’t an able-bodied, cisgendered straight white male) badly, as lessors, as people who have equal rights in only a winkwinknudgenudge manner are going to grow up emulating the things they’ve learned through the media they’ve absorbed. Kids who see their parents, or other adults, or other kids their age treating people poorly and not being corrected or admonished grow up thinking that they too can act that way without getting in trouble.
Kids who grow up seeing people of all types being treated equally, seeing people who are openly intolerant being shut down by those around them rather than quietly allowed to continue, grow up emulating better behavior. Social acceptance is a powerful motivator. Think about how terrified you were as a teen of saying or doing the wrong thing and having people ridicule you or think you were lame. Imagine being that terrified of someone thinking you were a misogynist.
The Supreme Court has had eight months to exercise their right to advise and consent in regards to President Obama’s pick for the Supreme Court seat. They have failed to exercise this right in an effort to obstruct his choice, and they have waived their right by causing an excessive delay. Here is a petition to have Obama make his Supreme Court pick before leaving office:
This is not by any means an exhaustive list of actions you can take, but it is a start. Please don’t ever feel you are helpless or that you can’t do anything. You matter. Your votes matter. Your actions matter. And no matter how difficult things feel right now, you are not alone.
The Supreme Court has had eight months to exercise their right to advise and consent in regards to President Obama’s pick for the Supreme Court seat. They have failed to exercise this right in an effort to obstruct his choice, and they have waived their right by causing an excessive delay. Here is a petition to have Obama make his Supreme Court pick before leaving office:
This is not by any means an exhaustive list of actions you can take, but it is a start. Please don’t ever feel you are helpless or that you can’t do anything. You matter. Your votes matter. Your actions matter. And no matter how difficult things feel right now, you are not alone.
