Showing posts with label feminist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feminist. Show all posts

Monday, 6 May 2013

No baby

Recently I have been visiting a lot of family members as I am home from university and they all like to see me and make me eat loads etc. Today I saw my grandmother, a kind old country lady with good morals and an even better cake tin.
However, today's visit left a somewhat sour taste in my mouth due to the fact that we have very different views on what is expected of women. Call it a generational thing, it probably is due to that, but basically she believes women belong in the home with the children. I on the other hand believe women belong wherever the fuck they want to be. This creates tension most of the time and I'm like whatever usually but today was different.
One of my cousins is expecting a child, he is like 23 or something and his girlfriend is roughly the same age. My grandmother adores it because it means she will become a great grandmother who can fuss and dote all over the little baby n'aww (the baby is also a boy so all the clothes she has made for it are blue but that was too sensitive a subject for me to criticise honestly). I don't really care because babies and children in general irritate me. They don't have respect for those around them, they don't know anything and all in all they are just annoying and loud and they are gross. Fine if you want to have a child, but don't expect me to like them just because they are little and 'cute'.
This came across to my grandmother and my mother when I said all of this to them. Instead of a normal response (Oh OK that's a little harsh but I get your point) the response I got was 'Oh well you're a woman you will have to grow to love them'.
Here is a list of things wrong with that statement:
1. I am capable of having children. I have a uterus. That does not mean I have to love anything that may come out of it.
2. Just because I have a uterus does not mean I have to fill it with baby.
3. I usually get bored before I learn to love things; I love things or I don't it is not a process whereby I force myself into it.
Yes maybe when I am older I will want children, but if I still do not does that make me less of a woman? Will I be cast out onto the streets for being childless and alone? Will my uterus rot away and my boobs fall off because I'm not enough of a woman? WHY CAN'T I JUST DO WHAT I WANT GODDAMMIT

Sunday, 28 April 2013

WEE PROBLEMS

(I submitted this to The Vagenda blog a while ago, as they have not yet published it I have decided to publish it here)

Pretty much every time I start a new relationship, cystitis clasps my urethra into burning submission, taking with it all the joy and love i usually have for my general vagina area. For a long period of time I thought this was due to the fact that some higher power was not allowing to be happy (true fact, but I'm only young OK forgive me this). After a few more occurrences I began to realise the main problem...it was willies. Willies in my vagina. They just go in and out for a while until I'm left with burning urine for a few days.

After much googling (believe me it was a lot) I discovered this was called 'honeymoon cystitis'. I foolishly thought this meant i could only get it from sex once because you only have one honeymoon, but apparently it does not. It's now 4 years after the first time I got cystitis, and I have managed to climb the ranks from 'honeymoon' to 'recurring', meaning you get it LOADS and it's always pretty bad. 'Weeping in a cold bath at 5 am whilst you try and pee into the water whilst thinking you may also shit yourself because you're pushing so hard' kind of bad. On top of this comes a fever and general 'weepiness' which is often triggered by the fact that you look down and see blood in your wee. Whenever blood is coming from your bladder and corresponding tubes you know you're having a bad time.

I've tried a lot of treatments in the past. I've had antibiotics, which worked but proceeded to leave me with a bout of nasty thrush which provided about as much genital-related sadness as I can handle for the rest of my life. After that I tried these home treatment sachet things you dissolve in water which work sometimes but not others, depending on brand and severity. On top of that they are also pretty expensive and as a student I can't keep shelling out to stop my pee burning 6 to 8 times a year. A good at home remedy instead of these sachets is just using bicarb dissolved in water, which tastes awful and turns blackcurrant squash an odd grey-y green if you mix it with that to try and get it to taste better. I've also tried leaving it to clear up on it's own, drinking loads of cranberry juice and 18 liters of water every second, which can go one of two ways. Option 1: You get better in 2 days and it feels great that you beat that monster using only liquids and you are such a strong woman woo, Or, Option 2: You get a kidney infection and you can't leave the house for a couple of weeks and when you do you cower at the sunlight. (both of these have happened to me, trust me it's a dangerous game).

Because my cystitis is usually caused by sex (high fives all round) I have tried all the things to stop this from being the case. Peeing before and after sex, lots of lubricant, less 'hardcore' sex, drink cranberry juice all the time, keep hydrated, wash yourself lots, wear cotton underwear, try sleeping with someone whose penis isn't quite so big. None of these things have worked for me. NONE OF THEM. I have become resigned to fact that my body was just built in a way which means my urinary tract is easily squish-able by things which enter my vagina, which means loads of little bacterium run to it and try to help but whoops they make me run to the bathroom every 47 seconds where the only liquid leaving my body is the tears from my eyes when my entire lower half burns like Joan of Arc.

Friday, 19 April 2013

It continues





I couldn't get all the continuous conversation because he kept replying to different points so it was too hard. I hope this makes sense though, I lost my rag after he called me babe. And also 'classy'. I know I'm not classy, i don't try to be, i don't intend to change myself so i can be more like a 'classy' lady in your eyes Lloyd YOU PIG.

My final tweet to him was 'seeya pal hope you win against the mean nasty gym :-)'
Yeah i sunk to his level but it felt good.

I got in a twitter argument with a grown man

Recently on the Daily Mail (shudder) I read an article by 'mens activist' Peter Lloyd about how women only times at the gym were like totally morally wrong and he is very upset about it. (the article is here: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2311098/Peter-Lloyd-Why-Im-suing-gym-sexist-women-hours.html)

In response to this I tweeted to the EverydaySexism account, stating 'daily mail strikes again'. This morning I awoke to a tweet from Lloyd which said 'Wrong. I just want men to be treated fairly - sorry that you consider this sexist.'
HOLD THE FUCK UP. MEN AREN'T BEING TREATED FAIRLY???!!! WELL I'M SORRY MR LLOYD AS A WOMAN I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THAT FEELS. His patronising tone just took the biscuit. Here we are encountered by yet another misogynist cis male who is sad because silly ladies can't exercise in the presence of great amazing men. His arguement in the article is that old and gay men shouldn't be penalised for having penises, and they are missing out on hours that they have paid for. In my opinion, a man is a man and regardless of his sexual orientation or age, his presence can still make women extremely uncomfortable. Also a woman cannot tell if a guy is gay just by looking at him, unless he is wearing a massive flashing sign. Sigh.


So I respond to this with 'men have privilege over women, that is a fact. sorry if you can't see that this is sexist.' To which he replies 'Don't you see women have the unfair privilege at my gym? Or is privilege ok when it benefits a woman?'

Let me just set this straight. Female privilege does not exist. The reasons why we get 'privileges' is because the patriarchal society we live in wants to do as much as it can to keep us down. The reason women get their own time at the gym is because the gym would lose a lot of custom if they felt unhappy with being in the presence of men at every stage of their work out. It's all to do with money, which masquerades as caring and protection for the women involved.

Lloyd has not responded to my last tweet of 'in my opinion,women do not have privilege in any area.a women only time is not a privilege,it is a necessity.'
I am a 19 year old girl. This is a middle aged man. Starting cute little arguments on a social network site.