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One Billion Rising

19 Feb

Every 15 seconds in America, a woman is beaten. Every two minutes, she or another is raped. Rape is the ultimate act of sexism and patriarchy; the physical manifestation of the dehumanization and objectification of woman from personhood to the worth of her vagina, and taking away her rights, choice, and agency as an individual.

Sexism is alive, well, and killing women and girls, right here, right now. Not just halfway around the world, not just during wartime, not just in poor neighborhoods, not just in the Midwest, not just in urban areas, not just in college, not just in prisons, not just anywhere. Everywhere.

To think that sexism isn’t that bad anymore, it’s time to stop navel-gazing and hold up a mirror: 1 in 3 women in this country have been raped and/or beaten. Are you one of them? Do you know one? Maybe you do, you just don’t know it.

Personally, I am very fortunate to have never been in a situation where I ever needed to defend myself, but I am still in my early twenties. Though I feel sorry for the person who may attempt to attack me one day. They have no idea that La Capitana is really a superhero, and will absolutely kick their f**king ass.

You may have heard of it. The Huffington Post was all over it,  both in support of the campaign and also presenting some harsh criticism. But RISE we did, all around the world.

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Feminism and Valentine’s Day: A Holiday for Consciousness-Raising and Romantic Rebellion

13 Feb

The colliding of two worlds, you suggest? Mutually exclusive perspectives from different sides of society?

I disagree. But we’ll get to that.

The Commercials

There’s a flooding of sappy jewelry commercials every early February. No doubt – Valentine’s Day is the other Christmas for the shiny-metal and gems industry, and a multi-billion-dollar industry it is. Big business and big opportunity! A marketing field day. Fourteen of them in a row, to be sure.

Some of the commercials are downright disturbing – I won’t share publicity with them by naming names, but one phrase went, The “Let’s Skip Dessert Store” or something sexualized like that. Message: buy me something expensive that everyone thinks is pretty, that I can adorn myself with as women have throughout history to show their social status, and I will fuck you.

No thanks, sweetheart!

Messages like these are rife within the industry, and they only get worse around a day loaded with romantic, expensive expectations.

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