I’m making a list of books I want to read
When you wake up on February 14th, you wake up with an extra line between your brows. Today is the day you get brownie points for being a decent boyfriend. Slight problem, you’re a little low on cash as in, your account balance cannot buy a plate of àmàlà in white house but not to worry, your girlfriend is
So I have to do this, To keep track of my external publications and To let you know that I…
So it’s February and bae is already hinting at Valentine’s Day and suggesting gift ideas she would love 😍 and as a good boo that you are, you are contemplating gift ideas. Cute but while you are considering gift ideas, I have some really simple things you can do to show bae love this season and beyond.
As a feminist, one painful aspect of friendship with patriarchy princesses is the wedding, their wedding. More often than not, they marry wannabe patriarchs.
I pray you find peace in this body you call home.
Nobody told me it was okay to leave, so I stayed. When the voices said ugly, broken, damaged goods, I stayed.
Before I finally stopped going to church, I attended a number of churches and announcements like the ones above are commonplace in these churches. The prevailing belief was that men should handle financial responsibilities and some hard labor that were not fit for women while women handle cooking and cleaning, activities that are not fit for men. This division of labor though coming from a place of love, is sexist and problematic as are many of the beliefs around gender relations in church.
This is the second part of the article I started here on benevolent sexism. If you haven’t read it, read it here.
If sexism is poison, benevolent sexism is poison with cream toppings so you don’t notice the poison if you’re not looking. But I’m looking so let’s examine some examples of benevolent sexism (bs).
Men should protect women
This is patronizing as well as harmful as it stems from the notion that
“The Lord Jesus can save you from this evil world. If you forsake your sinful lifestyle and accept him as Lord and savior, he will come into your heart, he will save you from the ruler of this world…”
I wonder who her Lord Jesus is and what kind of potion he gave to her, to make her boldly disturb and condemn people.
“One day this world of flesh will end, only Jesus can save you. The kind of music you are listening to, will it take you to heaven? The kind of clothe you are wearing, does God like it?”
On and on she goes, reciting the things her god does not like, her voice rising in pitch as she nears the greatest sin. My ears are itching for an eargasm when her voice returns back to normal, no peak. Disappointed, I hiss and turn my attention to other passengers.