Joan Jett’s jacket. Notice the pins.
"keep abortion legal"
"If she says no, it’s rape"
"Pro fucking choice"
This jacket is from about thirty years ago. These issues were big then. Thirty years later, these issues are still present. I was amazed to find these pins on the jacket, and realize this, because I would have thought, back then, if I was alive, that those issues would be solved by NOW.
But they aren’t. Joan Jett knew what was up.
Why can’t we take a minute and soak in her “bad reputation” and think about how in thirty years, abortion and rape culture STILL are huge issues.
Photos courtesy of EMP museum in Seattle, Washington.
Almost 3 decades later, and we are still fighting for our basic rights. DAMN.
Guyville is wrapped up in how the songs were written and in the way it was created and came about: It’s that girl, that girl having people say you can’t do this, you aren’t good enough to do this, you don’t know what you are doing — and me getting enough rage in me to say, ‘I have as much of a voice as anyone and I have as much of an education as anyone and even if I didn’t have the education or the musical knowledge — it didn’t stop me.’
— Liz Phair on the making of Exile In Guyville
Being hated by another woman: a unique pain that is only eased by the fierce love of yet ANOTHER woman
Imagine you forget to watch a new episode of Game of Thrones the night it airs. Even if coworkers stay mum about important plot points, Twitter is abuzz with spoilers. Fortunately, there’s Twivo, a new program that allows Twitter users to censor their feeds from mentioning a certain TV show (and its characters) for a set time period. Jennie Lamere, a 17-year-old girl, invented the software last month—and won the grand prize at a national coding competition where Lamere was the only female who presented a project, and the only developer to work alone. Internet: Meet the reason we need more women in tech.
(From Mother Jones)
I’m so excited by all of the teenagers in science and tech that we’re hearing about these days. MORE GIRLS PLEASE!
At SXSW, we talked about how we can’t wait to see the apps fangirls create to make the internet further work the way THEY want. What we may have not said so clearly is that it’s really the way that EVERYONE wants the internet to work. Go girl.
^^^ so into this.
Another idea for Atlanta Rookie meet-ups: Coding workshops. Let’s learn together!
Patricia Volk tells Terry Gross about how Elsa Schiaparelli changed women’s underwear:
Women’s underwear before World War II was kind of elaborate. It was usually made of silk and it had pleats and it had to be ironed. This was in France. There was no such thing as ‘drip dry’ and when the war started, most of the men went to the front and the women had to take jobs. There was gas rationing and so everybody had bicycles and you had to be licensed to ride a bike in Paris and in one year bike licenses tripled: it went up to 11 million. The way women dressed with these long skirts and this very elaborate underwear didn’t lend itself to riding a bike so Schiap changed panties completely. First of all, there was famine, so she got rid of the buttons and put elastic in the waist so that as you were losing weight, your panties would stay on. Then, she made them out of drip-dry material, so you didn’t need a maid to iron them … and she added a double-slung crotch and suddenly women could ride their bikes with a lot more freedom.
Image via Vintage Everyday
Atlanta-area Rookies, let’s meet up for a bike ride!
Don’t have a bike? Don’t let that stop you. Let’s work together to figure it out.
Ladies! We have a new anthem. TURN IT UP!!
In the ATL? In the ATL on Saturday, May 4th AKA Free Comic Book Day? Want a minicomic where people grow weird things all over but are super chill about it?
YOU’RE IN LUCK.
I’ll be hanging out at Criminal Records in Little Five Points, Atlanta with a tote bag stuffed to the max with FREE copies of my ten-page minicomic Personal Growth. And I won’t ask for a dime. No, really, I’ll just give you one. If for some unholy reason you’d like it signed, I come equipped with Sharpies. And lovely penmanship. (Also free.) I may also draw you with a billion extraneous limbs. (Still free.)
AND! I will have cheap $5 8x11” posters for sale that look thusly, minus the watermark.
These will totally make you cooler than that one dude in math class. You know, the one with the shades. I’ll only be making it cheap this once, because it’s Free Comic Book Day 2013 and let’s be honest, that kid is kind of a douchebag.
Not gonna be there? No sweat. I’ll be putting bundle packages of the mini (with bonus pages!), a bigger poster, and a Personal Growth t-shirt up online for sale this summer.
COME SAY HELLO! NO SERIOUSLY.
Morning reblog, with the right date! HOORAY.
I don’t want to have to compromise my morals in order to make a living
i dont want my words to be taken out of context
i dont want to be infantilized because i refuse to be sexualized
i dont want to be molested at shows or on the street by people who perceive me as an object that exists for their personal satisfaction
i dont want to live in a world where im gonna have to start employing body guards because this kind of behavior is so commonplace and accepted and I’m pissed that when I express concern over my own safety it’s often ignored until people see firsthand what happens and then they apologize for not taking me seriously after the fact…
I’m tired of men who aren’t professional or even accomplished musicians continually offering to ‘help me out’ (without being asked), as if i did this by accident and i’m gonna flounder without them. or as if the fact that I’m a woman makes me incapable of using technology. I have never seen this kind of thing happen to any of my male peers
I’m tired of the weird insistence that i need a band or i need to work with outside producers (and I’m eternally grateful to the people who don’t do this)
im tired of being considered vapid for liking pop music or caring about fashion as if these things inherently lack substance or as if the things i enjoy somehow make me a lesser person
im tired of being congratulated for being thin because i can more easily fit into sample sizes from the runway
im tired of people i love betraying me so they can get credit or money
I’m sad that it’s uncool or offensive to talk about environmental or human rights issues
I’m tired of creeps on message boards discussing whether or not they’d “fuck” me
I’m tired of people harassing my dancers and treating them like they aren’t human beings
I’m sad that my desire to be treated as an equal and as a human being is interpreted as hatred of men, rather than a request to be included and respected (I have four brothers and many male best friends and a dad and i promise i do not hate men at all, nor do i believe that all men are sexist or that all men behave in the ways described above)
im tired of being referred to as ‘cute,’ as a ‘waif’ etc., even when the author, fan, friend, family member etc. is being positive
1 a homeless and helpless person, esp. a neglected or abandoned child: she is foster-mother to various waifs and strays .
• an abandoned pet animal.
1 attractive in a pretty or endearing way: a cute kitten.
• informal sexually attractive.
I’m tired of people assuming that just because something happens regularly it’s ok
i have so much love for everyone who has been cool and amazing. I have the best job in the world but I’m done with being passive about any kind of status quo that allows anyone to suffer or to be disrespected
Grimes world tour is officially over, the visions album cycle is officially over, and I’m now taking the time to overhaul everything and make it better
much love to every fan - stuff can be lame sometimes but its really cool to have this support <3
All of this.
But especially this: “I’m done with being passive about any kind of status quo that allows anyone to suffer or to be disrespected”
Thank you, Grimes. Thank you for being an inspiration.