Where’s My Freaking Revolution: Baddest Feminist On the Planet

Wait, grammatically that’s wrong. It should “worst.”

The thing about “Empowerment,” by which I mean the branded thing that the zeitgeist keeps trying to sell back to us at ever-increasing profit margins, is that it’s entirely without substance. You can’t go against it because it doesn’t mean anything. It’s an attempt at rebranding by the same places and groups that made us feel awful about ourselves in the first place, who have sold us this idea of femininity for years and who have now figured they can fool us by giving Malibu Stacy a new hat. Continue reading Where’s My Freaking Revolution: Baddest Feminist On the Planet

Where’s My Freaking Revolution: Why Yes, I Am Mad, Why Do You Ask, Bro?

Stories also used to teach that if you were good, for varying definitions of what “good” is, but essentially if you treated people right and tried to live by a code of respecting people, you’d get good things. Or at the very least, people who did bad would be punished. But if there’s anything adulthood has taught me it’s the opposite is the truth. The more you hurt and lie and cheat and hate, the better you do, and good is for suckers who haven’t learned how to work the system yet. Continue reading Where’s My Freaking Revolution: Why Yes, I Am Mad, Why Do You Ask, Bro?

Where’s My Freaking Revolution: How Not To Do Empowerment

The greater problem, though, is that WWE is trying to sell Ellsworth having to fight Asuka as somehow empowering for women. They went so far as to seriously compare their first one on one match on SDL to the Battle of the Sexes between Billie Jean King and Bobby Riggs. Which, yes, it was a woman fighting a man who acts like a sexist pig, but on the other hand no, not at all, this is actually insulting. Continue reading Where’s My Freaking Revolution: How Not To Do Empowerment