Equal Pay Anyone?

July 15, 2009 at 9:55 am (equal opportunity, feminism, male privilege)

Next time someone says feminism has gone too far, or that it’s no longer relevant, or whatever other bullshit they’re spouting these days, send them here.  Or indeed, next time someone asks me why I’m so bitter for someone so young…

Is it seriously 2009???  This is getting freaking ridiculous.

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Name Changing

February 27, 2009 at 2:49 pm (equal opportunity, feminism, male privilege, personal) ()

This is a hot topic amongst feminists, and usually causes problems. The opposing ideas on whether you should ‘take’ your husband’s name upon marriage are often personal to commenters and therefore more likely to cause arguments. Feminists who have changed their name feel vilified by opposition to the idea.

I, personally, will not change my name. Whilst there is certainly no love lost between my father and I, my last name has been mine for almost 22 years and it will remain mine for as long as I have a say in it. However, there would be problems for me if I did change my name down the path as I hope to get into the field of academia, and need as many things as possible published. It helps if all articles are published in the same name.

But none of this discussion is new, and none of it will be resolved any time soon.  Post patriarchy it may not even matter what you do with your name, but in the patriarchy no choice is free of oppression.  Bring on the revolution and we’ll discuss this at much greater length.  Or it will resolve itself naturally.  Who knows?

Beyond all this, a persistent thought has been nagging at me for a few weeks now.  My sister and I are currently quite close to each other.  We haven’t always been, and at other times we’ve actually been closer.  However, she took her husband’s name upon marriage.  We no longer share names and it sometimes feels to me like there’s a new distance there because of that.  I don’t have the same issues with friends because I never did share last names with them.  I feel a massive disconnect when I realise we’re no longer recognisable as connected through our names.  I know it seems like a trivial thing, but it’s how I feel.  We look very similar to each other, so the connection is obvious when seeing us, but not just through names.

And now she shares a name with a whole other family.  We have not only lost the connection between us, she’s gained it with other people.

It’s fairly trivial really, especially when compared to more pressing feminist issues, but it’s something that’s been on my mind recently

UPDATE:

I took this post down a few months ago to edit it, and forgot.  Since I posted it originally, the discussion has actually come up with my sister.  She was defending the choice to take a man’s name upon marriage (I wasn’t saying anything – I won’t have this argument with her) and mentioned a feminist friend of hers who did this.  Apparently the friend faced a lot of crap off HER friends for doing this and my sister’s response was ‘They just don’t get it, even if you’re a feminist you still want the same name as your kids’.  I’m thinking it’s not necessarily the friends who don’t get it after that comment…

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Corona

September 29, 2008 at 1:54 pm (equal opportunity, ethical buying choices, exploitation, feminism, men hate you, Rapists) (, , , , )

Corona is joining the list with Ryanair and Nestle.

It’s cheating because I hate beer anyway, but I’ll still do it.

Ok I know beer ads have a long anti women history. I know. And see Corona, I get that you think you were being equal when you tried to have two posters, one with a woman, one with a man. You failed.

I wish I could link to the two posters, but I can’t find pictures of them anywhere. It’s a shame. If anyone reading this is going to be at Ciampino airport anytime soon, take a photo for me please? thanks.

So, the posters. One is of a man in board shorts with a Corona in his hand and his top flying off him in pieces as if it’s been ripped.

The other is of a woman in a top with her jackets doing the same thing as the man’s and two corona bottles being clicked together in front of it.

They both say “Corona: it’s only the beginning”.

so you can clearly see the effort to not bee seen as offensive. Note, they didn’t try not to be offensive, just not to be seen that way. The woman was even left with her top on, all private parts completely covered up.

But there are two bottles in hers. Her strip show is for someone. There is a gaze on her toasting another bottle to the fact that her clothes are coming off. And women being drugged, or purposely fed alcohol to get them blind drunk so they can be raped is a very real and common problem. This ad is not cool. It is also not on the same wavelength as the men’s ad. Not even close.

Nice try Corona, but I see through it. And in my sleep deprived brain at 6am, I still managed to see through it and analyse it out enough to know what disturbed me about those ads. And I’ve never been used in that manner. You failed.

Go join your two new best friends. You won’t be welcome in my house anymore.

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Arsehats and Sport

January 11, 2008 at 11:20 am (arsehats, equal opportunity, feminism, sport) (, )

At my office touch football is a feature of Friday lunchtimes for many. I don’t play because I hate sport, but lots of people of both genders do. Today one of the new trainees wandered around level 1 asking for people to get together a level 1 team to vs level 4 people. There’s never been enough people before and fair enough he wanted to give it a go. His deliberate avoidance of any person minus a penis however, was not so fair enough. I sit in the middle of three guys and watching him ask all three while ignoring me and the other women near me made my blood boil. It was just so damn arrogant and everyone else’s casual dismissal of my anger made it worse. One guy went so far as to say ‘it was just an oversight’.

When will they learn that oversights like this aren’t ‘just’ anything? I hope the women on the other team kicked his arse well and good. I certainly came close to doing it, and I wasn’t even on the field.

This is one of those things that shows me why we need feminism. It makes me bitter and it makes me stronger in my commitment to feminism.

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