Soldiers No More in the War Against Women: A Call to Men — Everyday Feminism

This is a repost of a blog post by a gentleman by the name of Chris Crass over at the Everyday Feminism blog.  It gives me hope for our species.

http://everydayfeminism.com/2014/06/soldiers-no-more/

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Blinders on: Violence Against Women and Male Denial

This is a FreeThought re-blog.

The blogger, Miri, shows very eloquently how one of the biggest problems to stop violence against women is the pure denial of men who while not themselves the perpetrators, are silently complicit by denial and disbelief.

They Have To See It With Their Own Eyes: Men and Violence Against Women » Brute Reason

http://freethoughtblogs.com/brutereason/2014/06/04/they-have-to-see-it-with-their-own-eyes-men-and-violence-against-women/#comment-142342

The War on Women Continues

Indian Minister: Rape is ‘Sometimes’ Wrong, and Sometimes ‘Right’ – NBC News.com

http://www.nbcnews.com/news/world/indian-minister-rape-sometimes-wrong-sometimes-right-n123576

I thought when this story first came out it couldn’t get any sadder.  I was wrong.

37 Men Show Us What Real Men’s Activists Look Like – Mic

Okay, this is probably on several other blogs today, and hopefully will end up on many, many more before the day is out.

In a word…YYYAAAYYYY!

Thank you, real men, for standing with us! 

http://m.policymic.com/articles/90079/36-men-show-us-what-real-men-s-activists-look-like

A Day in the Life of a Sexologist — Slut-shamed to death for saying yes to sex, murdered for saying no

Sadly, this is another story about another dead young women. And even though she felt driven to take her own life, the same cretins that mentally pushed her off that ledge, are still publicly attacking her.

I was alerted to this one by a male friend of mine.  He is openly a feminist and when he says he loves and respects women, he is being perfectly honest.

And no, for any smartass reader who happens to land on my blog by mistake, he is straight.  See guys, you don’t have to be gay, bi or transgendered to understand that we (women) deserve respect and equality, in all matters.

http://sexologist.tumblr.com/post/86799922779/slut-shamed-to-death-for-saying-yes-to-sex-murdered

Enough Of This Shit

And here’s another reblog that comes out of the latest gun massacre. This was written by the amazing Gretchen Kelly, a much needed voice in today’s feminist movement. And one of my new, personal heroes!

Drifting Through

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“Where you born to resist, or be abused?

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?”

-Foo Fighters, Best of You

Saturday was a fun day. We spent the evening at friend’s house. The kids laughing and playing in the pool while we enjoyed good food, great conversation and more than a few drinks. We all came pouring in the door full of energy and laughter. We shuffled the kids upstairs to get ready for bed. I paused for a minute to soak up the moment. My family. All of us smiling, happy. I was still reflecting on the fun evening whenI grabbed my phone. I popped on to Twitter for a quick peek to see if there was anything of interest happening.

#YesAllWomen. That’s what was happening.

I stopped my distracted cleaning that I had been doing while reading tweets. I had to…

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No Means No!

Reblogged from the excellent Suszie81’s blog.

Note the disgusting excerpt from Twitter she included. 😦

Suzie Speaks

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When I was at University I worked at a local bar that was about ten minutes walk away from the apartment that I lived in. One Saturday afternoon I was on my way to a shift that started at 4.00pm. I was wearing a baggy blue checked shirt with the logo of the bar on it, long black trousers and a sturdy pair of black boots. I wasn’t wearing any make-up, my hair was tied up and I was minding my own business. Suddenly, I heard a man shout:

“Oi! Sexy! Where are you going?”

I turned around, thinking it was one of my friends. I didn’t recognise this man or his friend and so I turned around and carried on walking.

“Aww, don’t walk away! Where are you going? Give me your number!”

I ignored him, but the sound of his voice didn’t get any quieter. They were obviously…

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Mental Health Awareness Week: Why is awareness so important?

I came across this blog post earlier today. It struck a chord in me. Perhaps I’m too sensitive, or cynical, or both. It’s been my personal experience that those who really and truly need to “get it,” are the ones least likely to ever open their minds.

I struggle with depression. I don’t know – or care – what came first, my physical or mental health issues. What I do know, is that despite living in the Information Age, people are often willfully ignorant. Look, I don’t want or expect people to know the minutiae of the challenges I face each and every moment of every day. What I do want – and wish I could expect – is for others to stop expecting that it’s okay to dump their beliefs and expectations on me.

If I do share with you that I’m having issues when outside my home, it’s generally just a courtesy on my part. It means I’m sharing in the hope of less judgement than I normally face. I don’t want people to think I’m intoxicated when my balance goes or my words start to slur, so if I’m out with folks I don’t know that well and I notice something is about to go wonky, I state then and there that I have MS. It is not – let me be very clear – an invitation or cue, for anyone to proceed peppering me with questions, sharing the so-called medical wisdom, or to pass judgement. It is not a case of my pulling the sympathy card. I just want the people around me to know that I’m not plastered or high.

If my depression gets the better of me while out in public and you don’t live the expression on my face – or in my case, lack thereof – it does not give you, family, friend or stranger, the right to go off on me. Period. You don’t like the look in my face?  Here’s a tip, don’t look!

p.s.  And please, stop comparing me or my case to other people.  Believe it or not, I am fully aware that literally billions of people have a much, much harder life than I do.  And I know that many of them still manage to put on a happy face and be an inspiration.  Guess what?  I am doing the best I can.  If that’s not good enough for you, then it’s your problem. Not mine.

#BlackDogRunner

I’m not sure if you’re aware, but this week is Mental Health Awareness Week. For those who spend much time around me, this must sound rather exhausting. Barely a week goes by where I don’t moan about my symptoms, complain about stigma, or behave in a generally ‘mental’ way. Rather than another week of raising awareness, I suspect many of my friends would prefer a Mental Health Ignorance Week. Where I’d be induced into a state of quiet normalness, and the rest of the world could continue… Well… pretty much as normal.

"Ignorance is bliss" “Ignorance is bliss” (This is one of my favourite pictures on the internet – I don’t know the original source)

And – if I’m fair – I’d have sympathy. For a start, I know how boring I can get when I feel motivated to speak. It’s like a terrible episode of Question Time, where the most annoying…

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“Someone else on the earth who is like me”

WOW!!! This world needs more parents like Gendermom. The post I’m re-blogging was just featured on Freshly Pressed, but it’s such a powerful message I asked if she would mind my doing so here. One amazing family with one very special little girl. 🙂