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so this new gen Hogwarts thing has been eating away at my mind and i did a thing
she’s a ravenclaw and she’s into historical revisionism and writes lengthy and intelligent articles for the zine. she’s also into mixing ‘alternative potions’, and plays as a chaser for the ravenclaw quidditch team.
she hates how history of magic is taught at Hogwarts though, its all books written by crusty old white pureblood dudes (“there isn’t a single non-human author in the syllabus, don’t tell me that doesn’t say something.”).
this is beautiful oh my god
love
Antifemininity is misogynist. What you are saying when you engage in this type of rhetoric is that you think things traditionally associated with women are wrong. Which is misogynist. By telling feminine women that they don’t belong in the feminist movement, you are reinforcing the idea that to be feminine and a woman is wrong, that women who want to be taken seriously need to be more masculine, because most people view gender presentation in binary ways. This rewards the ‘one of the boys’ type rhetoric I encounter all over the place from self-avowed feminists who seem to think that bashing on women is a good way to prove how serious they are when it comes to caring about women and bringing men into the feminist movement.
This thing in AP psych basically sums me up in a nutshell..
WHY is this sort of who/I overate/lost weight and now I’m better always the narrative for fat women? Seriously given the number of fat women who write a lot about things beyond the narrative of being a small/slightly fat fatty in a way that isn’t laden with guilt, misery and the LOSE WEIGHT koolaid, why is this ALWAYS the narrative?
From the end:
Look, I don’t smoke anymore. I don’t do drugs anymore. I don’t date men who are terrible for me. I still like to drink, but I prefer to get up in the morning with a clear head and write my books, so I’m less likely to drink all night long. What I have left is food; that is my vice. And I will always want to eat a pizza when I am feeling rejected. And thus, my history of being fat is my past, present, and future. In the back of my mind, there is always a possibility of return. Fat-adjacency. But I like being responsible to myself. I like taking care of me, as much as I love food. So here I am. Alive.
And yeah.
Won’t be reading the Hairpin either.
I normally really like the Hairpin, but when I read this yesterday, I had to go look at videos of zoo animals playing with pumpkins for like an hour to stop feeling so rage-y.
Here is a list of PLACES where I can be ENCOUNTERED in the next two weeks.
I am giving away a MADNESS UNDERNEATH to ONE RANDOM PERSON who reblogs this info. SO GO NUTS.
THIS WEEKEND, THE TEXAS BOOK FESTIVAL, AUSTIN
Saturday, October 27th
10:00am: SIGNING in the Penguin/Book People booth…
If men can’t keep their hands to themselves or refrain from verbally harassing women after dark, maybe they shouldn’t be out in the first place.
