Showing posts with label gender. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gender. Show all posts

Thursday, 4 September 2014

Microsoft Word puts me right.


I try as often as I can to not use the limiting "his or her" or "he or she". Because there is more to our society that "him or her"; not everyone identifies as one of these two available genders. 

Gender is a construct, and Word is encouraging me to continue to reinforce this construct.

I suppose I can't expect a piece of software to comprehend the nuances of language in the discussion of gender.

Monday, 20 January 2014

Gender unequals

You know what makes me mad? 
Sexism.  
The looks, the tone, the language 
Of sexism. 

And in case you didn't know what sexism looks like, let me show you.  
Because oh shit there it is, right behind you!  
Sometimes it comes from between your lips.  
And whether you meant it as a joke or not,
The root of gender inequality lies between my hips. 

Movember- woo! Armpits for August - boo! 
Women aren't meant to have hair under their arms or stretched over their calves, didn't you know? It doesn't grow because it's meant to be there... So make it go.
"I don`t care how much money it raises, no woman should have hair below their bottom set of eye lashe`s. Fact!" 
Thank you, Daily Mail Online commenter. I knew I could count on your support. 

Wage gap, wage gap, gaps in pay. 
Not paid the same for being Rebecca and not Ray.  

Maternity pay - acceptable, conditionally. 
Paternity leave - inexcusable, start acting traditionally. 

The phrase "having it all" and hearing women can't, don't.
And knowing that men can, do. 

That bloody glass ceiling that still exists. 
We can see it because our nails, short and long, polished and plain, scratch at it every day.  
We can see it because our hands, grubby with sweat from work, working out, cleaning the house, cleaning up the kids, those grubby hands leave marks there to stay. 
We can see our reflections in it. Our bruised and battered reflections as we push and push and push and puuuuush.  

Gender inequality is hearing the phrases "don't be such a girl", "man up", "grow some balls". 
Because god forbid you should in any way act like less than a man, like a female. 
Wait, how does a female act anyway?

Do proper women cover up? 
Do real women have curves? 
Do all women have some deep down desire to fill their womb and go through an average of 12 hours of pain to birth another human being? 

If you cover up - good for you! If you have curves - good for you! If you have a child, or multiple children - I stand up and applaud you because I think it's the stupidest yet bravest action a woman could do. 
Actually, bungee jumping also requires bravery. So does joining the army. 
So does crossing the street in Thailand apparently. 
So giving birth is simply a fantastic thing to do, well done, but it's not the BE ALL and END ALL of a woman's abilities.

Gender inequality is reading about a Texan hospital keeping a brain-dead woman alive because she's pregnant and they won't turn off life support because Texan law requires the doctors to save the baby. A brain-dead woman, who was administered drugs and electric shocks to try and get her to live, who cannot be an active part in the life of a baby who has probably suffered because of the aforementioned medical practices used to try and save the mother, is still hooked up to a machine DESPITE her family asking doctors to turn off life support.




 A woman is a human being, not an incubator. Do you need proof?


Here is a picture of a woman.   

 


Here is a picture of an incubator.
borrowed from aboutraisingchickens101.com
Well, look at that. They're different. Who'd've thunk it...

Gender inequality is Marion Bertolli winning Wimbledon and being berated for being "ugly". 
(Beauty, beholder, you fill on the words.) 
When does a woman's face stop her playing professional tennis to a championship winning standard?
IT DOESN'T YOU MORONS. 

It's seeing the headline that 3 in 4 girls have low self-esteem, and 7 out of 10 over the age of 13 have suffered sexual harassment at school or college.

It's a woman protesting to not have women wiped off the face of British currency. And then succeeding. And THEN getting days, weeks, months of abuse and hate online. It's other women sticking up for her and getting the same sort of abuse. And bomb threats. Actual fucking bomb threats.

It's a man shouting boo at a woman at an ATM and then repeatedly trying to hold her hand as she walks in the same direction at them, at the same pace. And you laugh it off as them being friendly, if not slightly annoying. But my hand. Why did he want to hold my hand? Why did he feel he could touch me at all? 

It's a 17 year old boy shouting "slut" at you because you don't fancy him. Does he even know the definition of "slut" according to a dictionary? Because surely not fancying any random boy off the street makes you the opposite of the definition of a slut. Surely a more accurate thing he should have shouted was "well I don't fancy you either." 

It's your hostel room mates asking if you want to see them naked. And you laugh it off and say no thanks but then the next day when they wolf whistle at you when you return to the room from a shower you tell them if they do that again you'll take their testicles off. 
And it's them saying "it's just a joke. Don't take it like that."

Why are woman always the butt of the joke? 
Why these three things in three days?

It's an old man touching you up in a Lidl's car park. 
It's a guy you thought was your friend, that you trusted, giving you a black eye and sexually assaulting you because he wants you so bad and you don't want him back.
It's the destruction of your trust in men. You know not all men are like that, not all men would do that. You know it somewhere.

It's hearing that all the stories on Everyday Sexism project couldn't possibly all be true. Some of them must be made up. That one hurts much more because you've contributed to it. Twice. And you have so many more stories that could go on it.

It's reading Project Unbreakable. http://projectunbreakable.tumblr.com/ 

It's hearing that men can't be raped. 
That a woman was asking for it because of what she was wearing, or some other bullshit excuse. How can we stop rape? Get women not to walk down dark alleys at night. Get women to cover up, and not go out drinking. Get women to carry mace or pepper spray, or even their house keys in their hand when they walk home, walk anywhere, just in case.
No. We stop rape by teaching that rape is wrong. Rape is caused by rapists. End of. So shut up.

It's getting this bullshit day in, day out, and feeling weary and worn out from having to constantly defend yourself, justify yourself. It's all so exhausting.

And if you think I'm not acting very ladylike by being so, so, so beside myself with anger, then ask yourself this: why are you forcing your ideals of what a woman should be on me? Where did you get them from? Was it your parents? Your friends? School? The media? 

All of the above.


Gender inequality is men and women being given ideals of themselves in terms of appearance, personality traits, and skills. It's being told there are roles for men and there are roles for women. 
Why are there not roles for people

I'm done with this shit. It has to end. 


Just because it's the status quo
Doesn't mean it should be so.

Thursday, 16 May 2013

Pink, and the choice to choose




"Is pink your favourite colour?"

"No, that was just the only colour available."
When I went to buy replacement earphones this week, I was sorely disappointed at the lack of choice. There were only two options for in-ear earphones, and of those, only one choice of colour: pink.

Every fibre of my being cried "noooooooooo not the PINK" as if it were some awful disease. But as I didn't want the other type of earphone, the round flat ones, I had no choice but to choose: £7 pink earphones or £10 pink earphones.

And obviously, because I'm a cheapskate, it was the £7 pair that won.

It's not that I have anything against the colour pink (besides the fact that I don't really suit it). I just want to avoid the stereotypes that come with it. The Barbie, girly-girl stereotypes.

Can you imagine a world where colours didn't have connotations? Where red doesn't mean confident, and black doesn't mean goth?

The connotations of colour are nowhere as sharp and as pointed as with children's toys. Toys marketed for gender. Where pink means princess means girl. Where blue means train engine means boy.

The Let Toys Be Toys campaign is marvellous for its simple message, which is let toys be, er, toys. Let a truck be a truck that can be used by a child to drive around the room. Let a tea set be a tea set that a child can use to cater to their friends (real or not).

Toys, and the marketing of them, rely so much these days on the gender of its audience. Surely they would actually see better sales if they weren't purposely excluding one half of the child population? Both boys and girls could own a Barbie. And a gun*.  Imagine the revenue!

But no. When Lego decided they wanted in on the girls market, instead of including girls in their ad campaigns and making it clear Lego wasn't just for boys, they developed the Friends range. And I'm sure you can imagine how I feel about this collection of Lego sets.
If you can't, watch this and maybe you'll understand.


Whether it be earphones, or toys for your 3, 5 or 8 yearold, there should be a choice. Parents, kids, people should feel as though they have a choice to choose what appeals to them most. And whilst they all do technically have the physical choice, many parents and many kids do not mentally feel they have a choice. Many parents don't want their kids to be different from the norm, because they might then feel they have failed as a parent. No kid wants to be made fun of because she plays with train sets and not tea sets. And vice versa. (the stigmatism for a guy acting like a girl is hella greater than a girl acting like a guy. - this article helps explain why. And you only have to look at Richard Branson dressing up as a woman after losing a bet to see this stigmatism continues today).

If there were more parents that allowed their kids to choose their toys no matter what convention says they should play with, then those kids will grow up to allow their kids to choose their toys no matter what convention says. In just a few generations, toys will be toys again.

Sometimes I consider having a child just to make sure they don't grow up restricted by such pathetic conventions.
And then of course, I facepalm, and realise that that's just a terrible reason for having a child.

In the mean time, I've discovered that pink earphones work perfectly fine.
Colour doesn't affect sound quality. Who knew?


* I am not condoning the purchase of fake weapons for children. Whilst we don't have a gun problem in the UK on the same scale as many other countries, toy guns normalise the use of violence, and that in itself should be viewed with caution.