Laurie Anderson.  

Anderson photographed men who called to her or whistled her on the street. In her artist statement she writes about one experience,

“As I walked along Houston Street with my fully automated Nikon, I felt armed, ready. I passed a man who muttered ‘Wanna fuck?’ This was standard technique: the female passes and the male strikes at the last possible moment forcing the woman to backtrack if she should dare to object. I wheeled around, furious. ‘Did you say that?’ He looked around surprised, then defiant. ‘Yeah, so what the fuck if I did?’ I raised my Nikon, took aim began to focus. His eyes darted back and forth, an undercover cop? CLICK.”

Anderson takes the power from her male pursuers, allowing them nothing more than the momentary fear that their depravity has just been captured in a picture.

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katydidnot:

ponys:

misandric feelings have been flaring so hardcore this week. feels like there are only a very a small handful of dudes i don’t want to explode off the earth

i wish i had a recording of stacey’s reaction when she read this

i basically died/laughter is the best medicine, for real y’all!

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A Dude: Hey, I know [he's] an alcoholic.
Me: So what?
A Dude: Can I give you a suggestion? BEER.
Me: I WILL CUT YOU.

scumblebee:

The thing is he gets to be patted on the back “good for you buddy” about his recovery because He Quit Drinking but no one bothers to text me to see if I’m recovering okay from the abuse i suffered because of his drinking

And by the by, I’m not recovering okay



Anastasia, Saint
“‘She Who Stands in Heaven,’ title of Rome’s Great Goddess, personified as a pseudo-saint. Her three ‘serving-maids’ Agapeta, Theonia, and Irene were originally the three Horae or Graces who attended the Goddess.
“Her Christianized legend associated Agapeta, Theonia, and Irene with a man who suffered a ceremonial death in the same way as ancient victims of the pagan Mamuralia or scapegoat-sacrifice. He was beaten with rods, reviled and spat upon, then shown a vision of the Triple Goddess in the moment of death, whereupon he ‘fell into a sleep so deep’ that no further blows could waken him.
“Hagiographers claimed Anastasia was another one of the ‘virgin martyrs’ slain by Diocletian’s persecution. However, modern scholars admit that she never existed except as a label on statues of the Goddess, which were re-interpreted as images of a saint. Her holy day was the same as that of the sun’s birth from the Great Mother at the winter solstice: December 25. By the old lunar calendar, this festival began with its Eve, December 24, called Matrum Noctem, ‘Night of the Mother.’”
from The Woman’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets (ed. Barbara G. Walker, 1983).


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1. When I used to look up my name meaning the books always said “Resurrection, rebirth,” in relation to Christ and Easter (I was a springtime baby; Grandma suggested my name and Mom picked it because it sounded pretty.) Later a Greek etymological interpretation suggested ana (“upward”) + stasis (“standing still”). I like that one, too, since my last name is also a symbol of stability (Piotr, as in Saint Peter, as in “upon this rock I shall build my Church”). More recent suggestions relate “Eustace” to variations of “Stacey,” Eustace meaning a bunch of grapes/wine. I never liked it when C. would say I feel like home to him, but his name means “coal village” (kol byr) so in that overanalytically mystical way it’s like we ran into what we were both running from.
2. I didn’t used to mind so much when my name was misspelled but lately it has gotten more and more aggravating, like when I sign off an email with “stacey-marie” and a Dude replies with “Hey Stacie/Stacy/Stace/etc.” Because sure it’s just a name and it’s just spelling and prescriptive/descriptive ‘til I turn blue in the face… but if I put on my Feminist Glasses, this is, like, ultimately representative of a Dude casually ignoring me and imposing his own flippant personal preference on my Representation of Selfhood! Whoa. PLEASE STOP DOING THIS.

Anastasia, Saint

“‘She Who Stands in Heaven,’ title of Rome’s Great Goddess, personified as a pseudo-saint. Her three ‘serving-maids’ Agapeta, Theonia, and Irene were originally the three Horae or Graces who attended the Goddess.

“Her Christianized legend associated Agapeta, Theonia, and Irene with a man who suffered a ceremonial death in the same way as ancient victims of the pagan Mamuralia or scapegoat-sacrifice. He was beaten with rods, reviled and spat upon, then shown a vision of the Triple Goddess in the moment of death, whereupon he ‘fell into a sleep so deep’ that no further blows could waken him.

“Hagiographers claimed Anastasia was another one of the ‘virgin martyrs’ slain by Diocletian’s persecution. However, modern scholars admit that she never existed except as a label on statues of the Goddess, which were re-interpreted as images of a saint. Her holy day was the same as that of the sun’s birth from the Great Mother at the winter solstice: December 25. By the old lunar calendar, this festival began with its Eve, December 24, called Matrum Noctem, ‘Night of the Mother.’”

from The Woman’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets (ed. Barbara G. Walker, 1983).

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Laura London: “Once Upon A Time… Garage Text,” 2012.

“London – when, once upon a time, long ago, she was [Axl] Rose’s neighbor – had come upon the rocker’s garage after he’d been fighting with then-wife Erin Everly. The garage had been vandalized by Rose himself, who had scrawled a warped version of the lyrics of Sweet Child O’ Mine across it in black spray paint: ‘Sweet Child 0’ Die you R 1 of many nothing special.’ Because ‘it was just too weird to pass up,’ London shot a photograph.”
(via DailyServing)

Laura London: “Once Upon A Time… Garage Text,” 2012.

“London – when, once upon a time, long ago, she was [Axl] Rose’s neighbor – had come upon the rocker’s garage after he’d been fighting with then-wife Erin Everly. The garage had been vandalized by Rose himself, who had scrawled a warped version of the lyrics of Sweet Child O’ Mine across it in black spray paint: ‘Sweet Child 0’ Die you R 1 of many nothing special.’ Because ‘it was just too weird to pass up,’ London shot a photograph.”

(via DailyServing)

Jake Johannsen on being single, dudes’ night out, & advice from dogs on how to not be depressed, from Dr. Katz “Expert Witness” (6x15).

Dudebro #1: Girls really don't care about music like guys do, ya know? It's like, guys get so obsessive and passionate about listening to bands and making music, and girls just don't get that into it.
Dudebro #2: Uh... well... I think girls do care about music, just, like, in a different way than guys.

This is a life lesson; this is a death hill

lutheranturtleowl:

galesofnovember:

People who are passionate about trying to stop shit-talking and gossip,  who write moving treatises on the harm that shit-talking can cause,  or catchy songs about how honest communication is so, so important,  write zines that reference Mean Girls and the importance of stopping gossip, those who make anti-shit-talking their personal death hill,  they have an agenda.  

The agenda is that they are sketchy motherfuckers and want to keep people in the dark about that. 

Pro-Shit-Talking 4Lyfe.  Beware the anti-shit-talking brigade. 

Pass it on. 

Shit talking and gossip aka how women historically have passed valuable and life-saving information about men around to each other.

Can I bold this any harder.

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i need misandry because

omg whe2re are 5youuuuu??n im out front sad :(((
these dude2s are heckling me help seriousl fuckk

no dresses allowed no drinking allowed no being alone at the bar at night allowed.

oops, i forgot.