Would you be surprised if I told you that, according to the Bechdel Test website, only 5 of IMDB’s Top 250 passed all three Bechdel criteria in 2010? Are we really asking too much of the film industry to include two women, who talk to each other, about something besides a man? Surely this is the bare minimum of female representation we should expect from films. Women populate more than half of the world and yet we are still so often consigned to being the ‘love interest’ whose lives centre wholly around the male protagonist even to the point where the majority of mainstream films in our cinemas seem to find it impossible, in their entire run-time, to imagine a world in which a woman conducts a conversation that is not about a man.

(via fuckyeahfeminists)

What do bowling and abortion funds have in common? The National Abortion Access Bowl-a-Thon! Join us today.

Just a reminder: this week, I’ll send you a box of delicious baked goods, directly to you, as a thank you gift for your donation that in turn goes directly toward helping Texans access their reproductive rights. Without access, there is no choice, and without a donation, there are no cookies.


strange things have happened


strange things have happened

"Things like racism are institutionalized. You might not know any bigots. You feel like “well I don’t hate black people so I’m not a racist,” but you benefit from racism. Just by the merit, the color of your skin. The opportunities that you have, you’re privileged in ways that you might not even realize because you haven’t been deprived of certain things. We need to talk about these things in order for them to change."

Dave Chappelle (via foxynonsense)

always reblog.

(via fuckyeahfeminists)

(Source: friendlyneighborhoodblackgirl, via fuckyeahfeminists)

It’s a revolution, not a reform. 


“Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life’s cruelest irony.” ― Douglas Coupland, Shampoo Planet


“Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life’s cruelest irony.”
― Douglas Coupland, Shampoo Planet



Natasha, do you miss Trent’s dreads?


Just confessing the intense and embarrassing but not embarrassing enough depth of my middle/high school-thru-maybe-today crush on Trent Reznor. He made me FEEL THINGS. Josh says “yeah, i had a lot of girlfriends who felt that way about him”

Why I Lose My Mind Every Time We Have the Name Conversation | Kate Harding

I do multiple intrinsically non- and/or anti-feminist things a day, basically. None of it changes who I am or what I stand for–but those things also don’t magically become feminist just because I’m the one doing them.

And that’s basically what I think of feminists who are among the 90% of American women who choose to take their husbands’ names at marriage. They’re not bad people. I don’t want to collect up their feminist cards. But it is just fucking reality that they made a non-feminist choice in that particular instance. It didn’t magically become feminist because they were the ones who chose it.

And yet, when somebody tries to say that, and discuss why it’s troubling that so many women still follow this particular patriarchal tradition, the conversation stalls out within five minutes, because every fucking feminist who took her husband’s name wants to sit you down and tell you why her choice was made free and clear in a vacuum, as opposed to within the shared cultural context in which 90% of straight married women take their husbands’ names, and 50% of Americans think it should be legally mandated.

(Source: notemily)

Pop Goes the Grrrl: Commencement by J. Courtney Sullivan

So, 3 years ago, I set up a blog to crit/discuss/review/whatever pop culture stuff I consume through a feminist lens. I finally wrote something on it for the first time tonight. It’s not good, but it’s just stretching my thinking/writing muscles before I tackle something else. 


I just started Spring Break this week, and I’ve been looking forward to spending the week catching up on reading. I set my goal this year as 50 books, and while I think it’s attainable, Goodreads tells me I’m 8 books behind where I need to be. That’s ok, because I make up for it when I overdose…