“If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of the utmost importance; very various; heroic and mean; splendid and sordid; infinitely beautiful and hideous in the extreme; as great as a man, some think even greater. But this is woman in fiction…Imaginatively she is of the highest importance; practically she is completely insignificant. She pervades poetry from cover to cover; she is all but absent from history. She dominates the lives of kings and conquerers in fiction; in fact she was the slave of any boy whose parents forced a ring upon her finger. Some of the most inspired words, some of the most profound thoughts in literature fall from her lips; in real life she could hardly read, could scarcely spell, and was the property of her husband.”
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
I’m T.A.ing a Modern Lit class and my professor is letting me put my GWST major to use—today I’m teaching Room by myself!
11:46 am • 24 April 2014 • 141 notes
Los Angeles Is a Woman
I fly to Los Angeles for a reading and a panel about feminism. I have only been home for three days before I leave. I am tired but kind of numb to it. This is the time of travel. Airports are endless walking, my throat dry, calves burning, and then, suddenly, that burning goes away because I’ve…
1:30 am • 23 April 2014 • 120 notes
The Sleeping Beatuy (+ details) by John Collier (1850-1934)
oil on canvas, 1921
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11:00 pm • 22 April 2014 • 3,255 notes
[Gifset: Laverne Cox speaks at the GLAAD media awards, she says,
"Each and every one of us has the capacity to be an oppressor. I want to encourage each and every one of us to interrogate how we might be an oppressor, and how we might be able to become liberators for ourselves and each other."]
Fuck godheads and everything but Laverne Cox is perfect.
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12:26 am • 22 April 2014 • 32,672 notes