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The Banned 1910s Magazine That Started a Feminist Movement in Japan
As they provoked government censors with their writing, the women of Seitō tried to live according to the principles of freedom and exploration that they advocated for. They left husbands and started affairs. They found themselves pregnant and considered abortion. Raichō started a relationship with a younger man, left her parents’ house, and gave up their financial support. Pursuing an unconventional life and publishing a controversial magazine, though, strained her emotional resources. In 1915, she handed over editorial control of the magazine to Itō Noe, who pushed further into contentious territory. But the magazine had been struggling financially and, after Japan entered World War I, attention began to fade. It closed, without warning, in 1916.
For many years after that, Seitō’s creators dropped out of the spotlight. “They were notorious in the 1910s, but then you don’t hear too much from them,” says Bardsley. But after World War II, the occupying Allies pushed for women’s equality, through coeducation and the right to vote. All of sudden, interest in the Bluestockings rose again, and they were seen as a pioneering feminist organization in Japan. Today, anyone who studies the history of women’s rights there learns about their work.
Gods and Spirits in Miyazaki movies. Spirited Away is my comfort movie–in fact I watched it the night before I saw this article!
Nicole Chung is making waves across the internet with her article On American Identity, the Election, and Family Members Who Support Trump. I’ve been seeing it referenced everywhere and I’m happy for her to be getting this exposure, even though it’s not a easy read–I can’t imagine how difficult it must’ve been to write.
When white kids called me names no doubt learned from their white parents and siblings, when white people told me to go back where I came from, they didn’t care that my where had always been here. As a child I rarely gave voice to my fury and confusion when I was made to feel this wasn’t my country; that it never would be. But every morning at school, standing beside my desk with my hand over my heart, I was conscious of reciting the Pledge of Allegiance clearly, reverently, just a fraction louder than everybody else, because I knew I was the only one in the room who had anything to prove.
I didn’t even know the name Gloria Allread until I read this New Yorker article and now I want to make a novena candle with her on it.
Songs about gender identity.
I am rarely tempted to buy academic press books, but Women at the Wheel looks pretty great.
Ever since the Ford Model T became a vehicle for the masses, the automobile has served as a symbol of masculinity. The freedom of the open road, the muscle car’s horsepower, the technical know-how for tinkering: all of these experiences have largely been understood from the perspective of the male driver. Women, in contrast, were relegated to the passenger seat and have been the target of stereotypes that portray them as uninterested in automobiles and, more perniciously, as poor drivers.
Although women drove and had responsibility for their family’s car maintenance, twentieth-century popular culture was replete with humorous comments and judgmental critiques that effectively denied women pride in their driving abilities and car-related expertise. Parkin contends that, despite women’s long history with cars, these stereotypes persist.
I had never before considered the question of why trans women call themselves “trans women” and not just “women” until I read Galen Mitchell’s essay.
Take care that when you use the term “intersectional” you don’t erase black women. Here is the article whereclarifies its use (mentioned in the comments of the previous link).
How to Protest Without Offending White People
When protesting, you must not only refrain from lumping Caucasians together, but you must also be careful not to remind them of your blackness. Again, the word conjures the imagery of oppression and makes everything about race.
Plus, it is divisive. Any mention of race is divisive because it overlooks the fact that every color and creed has problems. Some people have to worry about the leader of the free world trying to deport their children, vilifying their religion or referring to their mothers as bitches, while others have to live with the terrible burden of people constantly belittling their chicken seasoning and potato-salad-making.
We all have a struggle.
Protect teenage fangirls and respect their dollars.
The privilege of a good death
It’s true that categorizing any death as “good” is radical in our death-fearing society, but lurking behind this movement is a complicated disparity and dichotomy: A good death is often a privileged one, and the bad deaths — the violent, untimely, unexpected and patterned deaths — are disproportionately experienced by the country’s most marginalized people.
This essay about changing with the seasons addresses, I think, the way a lot of us feel disconnected from the passing of time and the constant change of the world around us.
If I never again see or hear the phrase “Strong Women” applied to anything other than powerlifters I’ll be happy, but this NPR story on Mongolian women fighting the patriarchy is inspiring despite the headline word choice.
Xolandra linked this article about plus-size androgynous fashion in a check-in comment and I wanted to include it here just in case someone missed it.