Any action a woman engages in from a spirit of joy, and within a similarly safe and joyous environment, falls within the city-walls of feminism. A girl has a right to dance how she wants, when her favourite record comes on.
Woot woot! Caitlin Moran where have you been all my life?
“[Feminism’s] a word that’s sadly been hijacked. People think it just means an angry lady who hates all men and dresses very badly and probably hasn’t had sex for awhile. Whereas of course feminism is a very simple and straightforward thing: it just simply means being equal to boys. That’s such a lovely and beautiful and revolutionary idea,” she told Terry O’Reilly, guest host of CBC’s cultural affairs show Q.
“As an old hag of 37, I became very sad when I met people from the younger generation — whose knees have not yet gone and who have beautiful, dewy skin — who say ‘I’m not a feminist.’ You just go ‘What do you mean? You don’t want to be equal to boys?’ And they go ‘Oh yeah, is that what it means?’”
I don’t wish now - as I often used to when I was 15 and particularly hysterical - that I could be involved in a serious car crash, in which my entire body would have to be rebuilt from scratch, but using around half of the amount of raw materials then in employ.
And when I look at myself in the mirrors of the changing rooms at Marks & Spencer now, my body looks, finally, awake.
Caitlin Moran, in How To Be A Woman (via haushinka)
In the early ’90s, it was grunge, everybody was fully clothed. Alanis Morissette was one of the biggest artists in the world, never wore makeup, wearing Doc Marten boots, and then the Spice Girls turn up, and suddenly it all looks a bit burlesque, suddenly they’re the biggest band in the world. … And as you go all the way through the ’90s, the clothes just fall off the women until you get to the year 2000, and Britney Spears is just wearing a snake.
In that instance [of my miscarriage], my body had decided that that baby was not to be and had ended it. This time, it is my mind that has decided that this baby was not meant to be. I don’t believe one’s decision is more valid than the other. They both know me. They are both equally capable of deciding what is right.
There’s a realization that I came to writing the book: that often so much of being a woman is about keeping secrets. True things about being a woman—bleeding, masturbating, being pregnant, giving birth, the way that we get obsessed with relationships, bad boyfriends, having sexism happen to us—they’re all things that we try to keep secret. You’re supposed to cover all that stuff up and sort of deal with it quietly on your own. Not let anyone smell your smells or see your stains or know the bad things happening in your heart or the things that confuse you. And you’re kind of led to believe that if you’re ever truthful about all these bad things, you’d be kind of socially ostracized, and people would point at you and you would be punched in the street. The thing that I’ve realized and I think Lena Dunham has realized is if you actually do say these things nothing bad happens. People don’t have a go at you and you aren’t socially ostracized and what actually happens is all these women go, “Oh, that’s really fucking funny and that happened to me.” And that’s the only thing that happens. The secret is it doesn’t need to be a secret. You can be socially accepted and tell the truth about what it is to be a woman.
“In 2010, Iceland- with a lesbian prime minister, and a parliment which is 50 per cent female- became the first country in the world to outlaw strip clubs for feminist, rather than religious, reasons. ‘I guess the men of Iceland will have to get used to the idea that women are not for sale’, Gundrun Jonsdottir campaigned for the law change, said. I don’t think that’s an idea that will do men, their bank balances or the women they come across anything but good. Men don’t have to see tits and fannies. They won’t die if they don’t have access to a local strip joint. Tits aren’t, like, Vitamin D or something. “