#casual sexism

[themotherofrevelation]

“Casual” sexism is an essential constituent of a society that is steeped in contempt for womben. Language is the means that perpetuates dehumanizing depictions of femaleness.

#personal #sexism #misogyny #feminism #casual sexism

[iamatinyowl]

The thing people need to realize is that what the author intends is not the same as what the reader interprets.

Fans are absolutely capable of finding meaning and substance to thing the author didn’t add consciously.

Imagine your 10th grad English teacher telling you that the use of the colour blue represents depression. The author didn’t do that consciously, but contextually? It makes fucking sense.

Maybe the author didn’t explicitly say a character wasn’t white, but white readers always assume they are. That doesn’t mean they can’t be coded as, and interpreted as people of Color.

Maybe the author didn’t explicitly say the character was disabled, but context and sustained injuries made them disabled even if the author never conceptualized them in that way.

Maybe a character isn’t specifically said to be mentally ill, but they’re written to have experienced trauma and they’re interpreted by readers as mentally ill.

Authors have no control over the interpretation of their novels, and the argument that it wasn’t consciously and canonically written is ridiculous. Any author will tell you that half the details that emerge are subconscious.

If your subconscious is racist or sexist or transphobic, and in any other way bigoted? It will come out in your writing. And your readers will pick up on it. Which I think is why it’s so important to have marginalized people’s voices involved in editing and publishing.

Just because an author doesn’t mean something to be specifically offensive? Doesn’t mean it isn’t.

#writing #sexism in media #casual racism #casual sexism #casual ableism #rant

[robotslenderman]

Mom friend override

#Dracula #Dracula Daily #casual sexism

[shade9o9]

we're at a family gathering i am sitting with my brother and cousins my father tells me, "go help your mother and aunts with the food" i am fourteen

i glance at my brothers, all boys ranging from 29 to 16, who are sitting in the room with me, and go to the kitchen my mother asks me what im doing there. i tell her my father sent me. her face pinches and her expression sours.

before she can say anything, my aunt tells me to go back to my cousins

i go back

-

we're eating lunch

my father sees me finish eating and tells me to help serve food since im done eating

out the corner of my eye i see my cousins just sitting after they have finished eating

before i can reply, an aunt chides my father

"leave the poor girl be" she tells him

since she is older, he just nods out of respect and i take my chance to escape and go have fun with my brothers

-

i am sixteen

my grandmother asks me if i know how to make tea

i dont since i dont like tea

i tell her as much

"but what if your father wants some? and what will you do in the future? when guests come over?"

i tell her my father has hands and he can make tea for himself

as for future guests, they can have coffee or water

she stares at me disapprovingly but doesnt continue the conversation

-

i am talking with my grandmother

she asks me, "do you know how to make chappatis?"

i am eighteen and most likely off to university in another city

in return, i ask her if my cousin brothers who are two years older than me know how to make chappatis

she stutters and says, no, but they know how to make dosas

i tell her to tell them to learn first since they are older than me

i laugh while telling her, inside i am irritated at her. i dont show it

-

the casual sexism in Indian families pisses me off so much

i had to sit and yell at my dad that if he wouldn't tell my brother to do something, he shouldn't tell it to me either

he's better now, and makes conscious effort to not differentiate between me and my (younger) brother

even more annoying is the fact that my grandmother refuses accept that i DO NOT like cooking or anything remotely "traditional"

i have basic cooking skills and it's enough to survive i couldn't give a shit about my "future household" i don't even plan to have one

#desiblr #desi culture #casual sexism #sorry for the long ass rant i was pissed because of my grandmother #but yeah

[ungroomedcat]

Man, such casual sexism people drop on a daily.

I just had some contractors come and install a new garage door and the guy was explaining how to maintain it when he was done.

It went like this: "you're married right? Your husband must keep this type of oil around ask him to apply it here or buy X type from homedepot."

Or, my lawn guy: "you didn't call me this summer, I thought you finally got married" which- wow, so much to unpack there.

They don't even realize it. Assuming I'm married is one thing- most people buy homes as a married couple. But man, that's not even relevant in your work. At all. You talk to a child this way ("tell your dad to do this okay? Don't forget!"). But women? Geez. God forbid I pick up a battle of anti rust oil from the hardware store.

#casual sexism #not that I care much #it's annoying but as sad as it is to say this I have gotten used to it #I don't even correct them most of the time #it does not matter #except when it does #like when the plumber tried ripping me off for what....looking like a woman that he can scam? #he tried charging 2x the amount he charged my male friend that recommended him for the exact same thing #or the floor installers that tried to sweep unfinished things under the rug thinking I wouldnt say anything #what's sad is that this mostly happens within my own ethnicity #other cultures are more respectful and unassuming #well that's that #time to get back to work #just a little rant this lovely monday morning #getting a new dashwasher later today also and Im really excited about that #washing dishes by hand has been a pain

[tryst-art-archive]

Oct. 2012: "Secure. Contain. Protect."

This is a one act play based on SCP-173. It is in the Creative Commons Sharealike license, in accordance with all material based on SCP Foundation works. (That basically means you can do what you like with this so long as the resulting work is also in Creative Commons.) The play should be about 10 minutes long.

The formatting's going to get a bit wonky, but I'll try to make it legible. There's also a version of it on AO3 here, which might read a bit more cleanly.

--------Play follows------>

CHARACTERS

SCP-173:  A disturbing, man-sized doll appearing to be made of concrete, rebar, and spray paint. It should be flesh-colored with a bluish region at the “bum” and a set of red and blue markings on the “face.” It has yellow, bulging “eyes” and small red “ears.” The legs and arms—particularly the arms—appear extremely short, and the head should be out of proportion with the body by a factor of two or three. The hands and feet should be as stubby as possible. All in all, it should have the physical shape of a deformed baby doll. It never speaks or makes noise. It must remain completely still when it is observed by either audience or actors. When it does move, it is only in darkness, and it must move as quickly and silently as possible. It is also fully articulated and may move in any way it likes; it is not restricted to merely covering distance. Additionally, SCP-173 may be played by a prop, but in that case an actor or stage hand must be disguised and present in order to move SCP-173 when necessary.

D-173-75: 30. Female. Condemned prison inmate turned Class D personnel for the SCP Foundation. Committed single second-degree murder. No make-up or other personal accessories. Wears a nondescript orange jumpsuit.

D-173-76: 33. Male. Condemned prison inmate turned Class D personnel for the SCP Foundation. Committed single second-degree murder. No personally identifying accessories. Wears an orange jumpsuit.

D-173-77: 40. Male. Condemned prison inmate turned Class D personnel for the SCP Foundation. Committed multiple first degree murders. No personally identifying accessories. Wears an orange jumpsuit. He carries a mop and bucket.

INTERCOM VOICE: Anywhere from 20-40. Male. Authoritative and gruff. Reminiscent of the military. The intercom should be implied by a grainy or static-y sound.

TIME & PLACE

SCP-173’s containment area in Site19. It is a plain stone or concrete container with no windows and only one door through which the Class D personnel will enter. The walls and floor are filthy with a reddish brown scum—equal parts blood and feces—and there are scratch marks on the walls, especially close to the door. The only present object is SCP-173 who should be in a far corner of the room with its back to the audience. Optionally, the containment area may be represented by a black, blank stage with the borders of the stage being the boundaries of the room. If this latter method is used, the space should nonetheless feel or appear dirty. The production must also have the following sound effects: a scratching noise that is simultaneously reminiscent of stone on stone and frantic/frenetic; the metallic shunk of an industrial door opening and closing; an industrial buzzer; a military alarm.

The time is the present.

NOTES

The SCP Foundation (scp-wiki.net) operates under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License (creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0), and therefore so too does this play. Ideally, a production of this play would replicate SCP-173 as closely possible based on the information found at scp-wiki.net/scp-173, but it may also use only what is described here. The same is true for the Class-D personnel and SCP-173’s containment area.

It is to be assumed that whenever a character states that they are blinking, they do so. Actors may also improvise blinks at need, but they must attempt to blink as infrequently as possible, and they must announce that they are about to blink.

At Rise:

The theatre is pitch black. Scratching is heard continuously from the moment the lights go down. At this time SCP-173 enters the stage, heading directly to a far back corner and attacking the wall there. After a couple of seconds, the lights come up—SCP 173 must stop moving before it can be seen—and we observe a couple seconds of still and silence. The buzzer sounds, followed by the containment area door opening. All three CLASS D PERSONNEL enter the enclosure, at the opposite side from SCP-173, and stand in a line, staring at SCP-173. The door shuts.

INTERCOM VOICE:

Containment area locked. All Class-D personnel: maintain eye contact with SCP-173. Do not look away. Begin containment area maintenance.

(Pause.)

D-173-75

Blinking.

D-173-77

Let’s get on with it. (HE takes a few steps forward, plops his bucket on the ground, and starts mopping.)

D-173-76

Blinking.

(Pause.)

D-173-75

This thing is freaky.

D-173-76

I heard them say it’s Euclid class.

D-173-75

Blinking. What’s Euclid?

D-173-76

Unpredictable, inexplicable, possibly sentient. Not a danger to humanity—blinking—but probably a danger to humans, if you catch my drift.

D-173-75

Fuck. We’re gonna fucking die.

D-173-77

Only if you stop lookin’ at it. (Under his breath:) Dumb broad.

(D-173-75 looks at D-173-77, angry.)

D-173-75

Hey, fuck—

D-173-76

Look at it!

(The lights go out for a moment. In the darkness, invisible to the audience, SCP-173 turns towards the CLASS D PERSONNEL and moves one step toward D-173-77, who is closest. The lights come up again with all three CLASS D PERSONNEL looking at SCP-173. SCP-173’s “face” should be visible to the audience. A beat. D-173-77 resumes mopping.)

D-173-77

Dumb broad. (Snorts.)

D-173-75

Sorry.

D-173-76

Just don’t do it again. (Pause.) Blinking.

D-173-75

So, um, how’d you wind up here? Blinking.

D-173-76

The same as you did. I was on death row, but the SCP Foundation came through and took me and a few others. I got assigned to SCP-173, and now here I am.

D-173-75

Yeah. That’s pretty much the same for me. How’d you get on death row? Blinking.

D-173-76

Blinking. That’s kind of personal, don’t you think?

D-173-75

You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine.

D-173-76

No thanks. Blinking.

D-173-77

(Nonchalant.)

I ate some ten-year-olds. (Smacks his lips and grins.)

(Beat. D-173-75 and D-173-76 both turn to react to D-173-77. The lights go down. In the darkness, SCP-173 moves right next to D-173-77, clearly reaching out for his neck. SCP-173 is frozen this way when the lights come up. D-173-77 yelps and leaps away, dropping his mop and scrambling to get as far from SCP-173 as possible.)

D-173-76

Jesus. That thing is fast.

D-173-75

(to D-173-77, without looking at him)

You fucking killed children?

D-173-77

W-w-w-w-w-w-w-whaaaa...What is that thing?

D-173-75

You fucking killed children!

D-173-76

Blinking!

(Pause. Darkness does not fall. The CLASS D PERSONNEL visibly relax.)

D-173-76

You need to keep mopping. We can’t leave until it’s done.

(D-173-77 hesitates, shaking visibly, but gets up, approaching the mop and bucket and SCP-173. HE grabs the mop and bucket as quickly as possible and begins cleaning in an area as far from SCP-173 as possible. An awkward pause.)

D-173-76

I—(HE clears HIS throat.)—I killed my wife. Well—my ex-wife. We divorced, but, well. She was a cheater, a dirty—

D-173-75

Blinking.

D-173-76

—cheater. Blinking. She said it would just be a separation. That the divorce was a formality. Then I found her and Mark Brigsby macking in our Mustang and I just—I snapped.

D-173-75

If you were divorced, then she had every right.

D-173-76

It wasn’t the agreement. Blinking. We had an agreement. I was willing to make concessions.

D-173-75

Blinking. I don’t think a divorce counts as a “concession.”

D-173-76

You don’t understand. I loved her. I do love her. If the only way to make things work was to be apart, then okay, that was what I’d do. I just wanted her to be with me, even if it was only sometimes. I just wanted her to be faithful to me, to be mine. That’s not so much to ask is it? (HE looks at D-173-75 for confirmation.)

D-173-77

Look at it!

D-173-76

Sorry! (HE looks back to SCP-173; there is no movement or darkness.)

D-173-75

Blinking... I think I understand. (Pause.) I killed Corey. He didn’t want me, but I didn’t see how. He was everything I ever wanted, everything, and I’m not just saying that.

D-173-76

Blinking.

D-173-75

The way I felt about him—it was like everything I’d ever felt before didn’t even count. People say you gotta love people for their flaws, and I always figured that was—blinking—bullshit, but I really did! I mean, he’d analyze every damn fucking movie and that was irritating as hell, sure, but he wouldn’t be Corey if he didn’t do that. He wouldn’t.

D-173-77

Can’t do it if he’s dead, can he?

D-173-75

You shut up! (SHE advances on D-173-77.)

D-173-76

Wait, I need to—!

            (D-173-76 blinks and darkness falls. D-173-75 screams. D-173-76 starts running towards the sound.)

D-173-77

NO! Don’t touch me you dumb broa—

(The snapping noise is heard. The lights come up with SPC-173 standing in front of D-173-75, pinning her against the wall. D-173-77 lies dead at its feet and D-173-76 is in the middle of the room. The bucket has been overturned.)

D-173-75

Oh my god. Ooooh my god. Oh my god, get it away from me! (SHE starts to cry but stares at SCP-173 through the tears.)

D-173-76

Just don’t move. Stay right where you are and keep staring at it, okay?

D-173-75

No no no no no no no, no, please no, no, please, please, no. I can’t. I can’t. Oh god, I can’t. I fucking—I pushed him, I’m sorry, I fucking—oh god.

D-173-76

Hey! Calm down! Just—calm down! I’ll get us help, okay? I’m blinking. (HE does so and takes a calming breath.) Okay. Now, I’m going to go get the guards, alright? Now you close your eyes and take a few minutes and you stare at that thing, okay? You stare while I get help, and if you need to blink, you shout, and I’ll look at it, and it’ll be okay. Okay?

D-173-75

O—oh god—okay.

D-173-76

Okay. I’m gonna blink one more time. Alright. Now you.

(D-173-75 closes HER eyes and takes two or three deep, shuddering breaths. SHE wipes HER eyes and steels HERSELF. SHE stares fiercely at SCP-173.)

D-173-75

I’m ready.

D-173-76

Good. Blinking. (HE turns his back on the two and walks to the door. HE bangs on the door and shouts:) HEY! HEY LET US OUT OF HERE! LET US OUT! (HE bangs.) IT KILLED THE OTHER GUY! HEY! (HE looks back at SCP-173 and D-173-75.) ...We don’t even know his name.

D-173-75

He ate kids.

D-173-76

And I killed the only woman I ever loved. Big deal.

D-173-75

That’s different. I need to blink.

D-173-76

I don’t think it is. (HE look at SCP-173.) Go ahead.

(SHE blinks.)

D-173-75

Okay.

D-173-76

Okay. (HE turns back to the door and resumes pounding.) HEY! LISTEN! ARE YOU OUT THERE? IT KILLED SOMEONE! LET US OUT! HEY!

INTERCOM VOICE

Class D personnel: you must clean the containment area. Failure to comply will result in termination.

D-173-76

There’s a dead man in here! You need three people right? We’re only two now!

INTERCOM VOICE

Failure to comply will result in termination. Class D personnel must clean the containment area. No further assistance will be given.

(D-173-76 turns, reluctantly, from the door. D-173-75 is trying not to cry. HE blinks and looks at SCP-173.)

D-173-76

Okay. ...Okay. We need to get you out of there. Then we’ll take turns cleaning and looking.

D-173-75

We’re going to fucking die! Oh, god, Corey, Corey, I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry, I’m such a dumb fucking bitch, Corey— (SHE slumps and buries her head in her hands, sobbing.)

D-173-76

Stop! This isn’t the time! Look at it! Look at it!

(SHE obeys. D-173-76 blinks walks over to her corner.)

D-173-76

Okay. Here’s the plan. I’m gonna look at it, and you wriggle out of there, okay? Then you’ll look at it, I’ll get the mop, and we’ll both look at it and back off and start cleaning. Okay?

D-173-75

There’s no soap left.

D-173-76

One step at a time. Okay? ...Okay?

D-173-75

Okay.

D-173-76

Okay. I’m blinking. And here we go: get out of there!

(D-173-75 wriggles out of SCP-173’s embrace, with some difficulty. SHE ducks under its arms and trips over D-173-77 with a yelp. SHE scrambles away from his corpse, to the other side of the room and stares at SCP-173.)

D-173-75

Go! Move!

(D-173-76 grabs the mop and bucket and dashes over to D-173-75. He turns and stares at SCP-173. A pause.)

D-173-75

Blinking. You mop first.

D-173-76

Okay. Yell when you want to blink.

D-173-75

Okay.

(D-173-76 starts to mop, creeping over to SCP-173 and the corpse to drag soapy water away from them and out across the floor. We watch this for a few seconds with occasional interruptions by D-173-75 calling out “Blinking” and D-173-76 pausing to look at SCP-173, holding the gaze until D-173-75 says “Done.”)

D-173-75

(Softly at first, then rising: internal monologue made external.)

I should never have hurt him. He was so wonderful. I just couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand to think of him with anyone else. It hurt, and, y’know, everyone said that I should be happy about our friendship and that I should just get past him. Stop loving him. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I need to blink.

(HE looks at SCP-173.)

D-173-76

Go ahead.

D-173-75

Done.

(D-173-76 resumes mopping.)

I loved him for a long time. A long time. We were friends. I spent years loving him there, in the friendship. And I guess I knew, somehow, that it could never happen. It was always doomed, but I couldn’t handle that. It couldn’t be true or real, not when he was so perfect, not when I loved him in a real way, a true way, the way you’re supposed to love someone, the way you’re supposed to love the person you spend the rest of your life with—Blinking.

(D-173-76 looks at SCP-173.)

Done.

(D-173-76 resumes mopping.)

So. So I decided to bring it up. I felt so sure, so certain. I’d tell him how I felt, and I’d lay it all out there. Hell, I’d explain it logically, because I could. It wasn’t just a floaty feeling for me; it was a cold, hard, scientific motherfucking fact. We were perfect. So he had to see it. He was a smart guy. He had to. So I put it in front of him, and we talked it up and down, and in the end Corey looked at me and said, “No. I just don’t feel for you that way.” And when I asked him, “Why not?” He said—

D-173-76

—I don’t know. (HE stares at SCP-173 without being asked. Pause.) Yeah. It was the same thing with my ex-wife. There she was, the most beautiful creature in the world, the most perfect. Like a muse or Aphrodite or a comet falling out of the sky and a trail of rain in the window and a poet’s heart and a cascade of sea foam on the sandy, tan legs of a beach when the sun is rising and the wind is cool and life is so far away and it’s just you, out there, exactly where you belong, warm in your sweatshirt with a bonfire and marshmallows and hot dogs and then the fireworks start and it’s the Fourth of July and there are no crowds, just you and what’s important to you. ...But when she looked at me, she didn’t see any of that. Just someone she liked. Someone she knew. I wasn’t home to her. (HE looks away from SCP-173 and mops.)

D-173-75

Did you ask her why?

D-173-76

Yes. Several times. She never knew. I asked her to think about it, to try and find out why. She never did. It was an open secret, but she wouldn’t explore it. She didn’t think there was a reason; she felt that feelings were just something that existed, that happened, that they weren’t subject to explanation. That they just were. (HE looks at SCP-173 again.) I knew that wasn’t true.

D-173-75

Duh. How could it be? Just because it isn’t easy to find doesn’t mean it isn’t there. If scientists had that attitude, we’d still think the sun revolved around us.

D-173-76

Some days it feels like some people do. (HE cracks a grin.) Here, you take a turn at the mop. I’ll blink, then you, then I’ll watch it while you come here. Blinking.

D-173-75

Blinking.

(SHE gets up and walks over to HIM. SHE reaches for the mop but instead gives him a quick hug. HE is startled and looks at her. Lights go out. BOTH yelp, the mop clatters to the ground.)

D-173-75

No, don’t!

(The lights rise up for a split second as SHE looks at SCP-173 which has its “hands” at D-173-76’s neck. HE is pushing HER away, and HER gaze is broken. Lights fall again. SHE screams. A snap. We hear D-173-75 run and bang on the door, and the lights come up on her staring at SCP-173. IT has her pinned to the door, its “hands” mere centimeters from her neck. D-173-76 is dead beside the mop.)

D-173-75

Oh. Oh no. No. No. No no no no. (Tears start to fill HER eyes, but SHE inhales sharply and forces HER eyes wide open.) NO! No. No. This isn’t fair. I made a mistake. Is that a fucking sin? Is it? (Pause.) What are you? What kind of fucking abortion are you, you piece of fucking shit! Why are you here? Why am I here? Huh? You fucking thing. Okay, a baby-killer, I understand. That’s fucked up. But me and him? Me and him? We don’t belong here. We’re not one of you. We’re not. We just made mistakes, okay? Mistakes! Everyone makes them. Everyone! (Pause.) I only wanted to love Corey. Just that, just be happy in that, and he wouldn’t let me and I made a mistake! Mistakes aren’t crimes. It’s just human. I’m just human. Can’t you see?

(Lights go out, and the snap is heard, followed by the scratching sound for a few seconds, then the sound of the door opening. The scratching stops. The alarm sounds.)

INTERCOM VOICE

Alert! All personnel! Containment has been broken! Repeat: Containment has been broken! Class 4 hazardous object containment procedures are effective! Repeat: Class 4 hazardous object procedure in effect! HMCL supervisor to Site19! All personnel evacuate the area! Lockdown commencing! Repeat: Evacuate the area!

(Lights come up on SCP-173 at the very edge of the stage, facing the audience, poised to leap out to it. Alarms continue and the INTERCOM VOICE, quieter now, repeats the order to evacuate. Lights across the theatre come up. The audience may leave at their convenience, but the sounds continue. SCP-173 does not move until the audience is gone, though it may attempt to follow the last stragglers, if they are not watching it.)

--BLACKOUT--

#old writing #writing archive #SCP #SCP-173 #one act #play #fanfic #assignments #10s #2012 #Age 21 #murder #cannibalism #death #cheating #casual sexism

[queenofthursday6599-blog]

If any dude wants to know what it’s like to just exist as a woman (or female presenting person).

I just went outside for 2 minutes to get something from my sister’s car and in those 2 minutes some jackass driving by honked at me.

And I know they meant it in a shitty sexist way.

I’m wearing yoga pants and I was looking in the floor boards. So the only parts of me they would have been able to see was my legs and ass.

So thanks for making me feel hella uncomfortable random stranger.

#casual sexism #if you're a guy (or anyone) do not honk your horn at random people trying to go about their lives #the only time and place you should even think about doing that is if that person is wearing one of those honk if you like X shirts #absolutely not #I stopped looking that instant locked the car and came right back inside

[afipiafelis]

Old male cashier at the store: "Ah. Linguine. An excellent choice. You having it tonight?"Me: "Actually, my husband cooked an awesome beef stew tonight! It's been simmering for hours so it should be good."

Old male cashier: *looks at husband* "So you do the cooking?"

Senpai-dearest: "Yes."

Old male cashier: *points at BadCat* "Does she do the cleaning?"

Senpai-dearest: "Sometimes, but more often I do it."

Old male cashier: "So what does she do?"

Me:

"I work fourteen hour days because I am a doctor."

Senpai-dearest: "And I am very proud of my wife."

Old male cashier: "Oh..."

As soon as we get outside...

Me: "You realize it took everything I had not to say "look incredibly sexy in lingerie", right?

Senpai-dearest: "That would have really given him something to choke on".

#casual sexism #sexism #married to senpai #why do you let your female off leash bro? #women holding jobs? witchcraft! #what century is this?

[nonobadcat]

Old male cashier at the store: "Ah. Linguine. An excellent choice. You having it tonight?"

Me: "Actually, my husband cooked an awesome beef stew tonight! It's been simmering for hours so it should be good."

Old male cashier: *looks at husband* "So you do the cooking?"

Senpai-dearest: "Yes."

Old male cashier: *points at BadCat* "Does she do the cleaning?"

Senpai-dearest: "Sometimes, but more often I do it."

Old male cashier: "So what does she do?"

Me:

···

"I work fourteen hour days because I am a doctor."

Senpai-dearest: "And I am very proud of my wife."

Old male cashier: "Oh..."

As soon as we get outside...

Me: "You realize it took everything I had not to say "look incredibly sexy in lingerie", right?

Senpai-dearest: "That would have thrown him for a loop".

#tw: sexism #what year is this #bro just bag the groceries so I can eat some stew #married to senpai #married to my best friend #ask a stupid question #in this house we divide the chores based on who is home more #and there are three months of the year where he pulls more hours #women in science #casual sexism #women in stem #women in medicine #married life

[thetripbeginswithakiss]

Snippet from the spector magazine where democracy, the real kind apparently not the sort we have today, is defined as when the lads were allowed a say in the running of state affairs. You call that demo-kratia do you?

#Spectator #Casual sexism #Democracy

[klara-rosa]

I keep thinking about how last week I went to have a coffee in the kitchen at work and besides the fact that that is already a highly anxiety inducing situation for me, I'm also naturally an observer and listener in most conversations so most of the time I just sit and listen and laugh (to mask that I'm uncomfortable and not feeling safe) and last week there was this conversation that somehow turned to 'oh women like to present themselves on a silver platter kind of' which is like ☹️☹️☹️🤮🤮🤮 and I made a face and my co-worker (I actually like her) was like 'see Klara that sounds like you!' AS A JOKE OBVIOUSLY

AND THIS OTHER CO-WORKER, A MAN, WHO I FEEL AT MOST INDIFFERENT ABOUT WAS LIKE 'HAHA NO SHE NEVER DOES ANYTHING SHE JUST SITS THERE AND LAUGHS' AND I'M LIKE?????

ARE YOU STUPID??? I'm sure he wanted to be funny but soooo many times I just don't understand why people say certain things to other people, like what's your goal, your intent, because what you just said certainly didn't make me feel good and I JUST DON'T GET HOW YOU CAN BE OKAY WITH MAKING SOMEONE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW, FEEL NOT OKAY

Like 'haha yeah maybe I don't actually like any of you that much and don't feel safe so that's why I sit and do a lot of smiling and laughing OUT OF POLITENESS TOWARDS YOU so DON'T COME AT ME YOU ASS and make a joke that is actually funny and not targeted towards an actual person next time'

#I just don't like men #You can never get it right with them #If i don't smile it's like OH SHE ALWAYS LOOKS SO SERIOUS #if i do smile it's like HAHA SHE ALWAYS JUST SMILES #I just hate hate hate most men #amd how dare he say that to me like i'm never gonna talk to him again #And i don't care that that may be petty i'm just not okay with men that belittle women #casual sexism #work life

[casgod]

Nothing enrages me like a man not taking me seriously and then acting surprised when I get mad

#im warning you youre irritating me #then act like im crazy when i start raising my voice #like wtf did you expect #and you know what #i can be crazy if i need to be #i can yell if its what it takes for me to be heard #girlhood #womanhood #casual sexism

[neverquiteeden]

Peeved

I just had my first Karate session and halfway through the warmup the instructor was like "get nice and sweaty! Sweaty means you're working hard! Remember girrls don't sweat they glow! Ladies glisten!!" And she made eye contact with me and was like "Are you glistening ladies!!!" And I Had To Hold Back A Scream

Abd then they were like "Now if you're under 16 or a girl, you do knee pushups" and once again, I Am Going To Bite You. Fuck ALL the way off with that shit. Do the variation that works best for where you are at with your strength regardless of gender (I'll let them off with age for now bc they don't have time to correct every child's form and make sure they're safe).

#Rant #Pet peeve #annoying #pissed off rn #Karate #instructor #Martial arts teachers #Fitness instructors #casual sexism #feminism #Patriarchy #gender roles

[kadunud]

#not like the other girls #exactly like the other girls #casual sexism

[sexistshtmybfsdadsays]

#2

Sees a conventionally attractive woman selling her dealership in a car commercial with exagerated enthusiasm...bc it's a car dealership commercial

Him: "well she thinks she's all that"

#Casual sexism #why are men like this #Shit he says #Shit old men say #Car commercials

[kendrick-h]

TFW your male family members finally realize that "the holidays are relaxing" and "watching movies with a drink all day" are not the experience of the entire family.

#casual sexism #Holidays