Feminism is having a wardrobe malfunction.
Does your brand of feminism remove barriers for women, or simply move them around? Does is expand options for women, or does it just shift them? You don’t liberate women by forcing them to choose option B instead of option A. What is comfortable for you might not be comfortable for someone else, and it’s entirely possible that what you see as oppressive, other women find comfortable or even downright liberating.
Before you think the girl in the middle is a strawman, let me tell you I used to be her, back in my misguided youth. I considered myself the standard to which other people should adhere. But that was stupid. It’s not up to me to tell people how to dress, and it’s much nicer to let everyone choose for themselves.
Some women would feel naked without a veil. Some women would find it restrictive. Some women would feel restricted by a bra. Some women would feel naked without one. Some women would feel restricted by a tight corset. Others love them. Some wear lots of clothes with a corset. Some only wear the corset and nothing else. What makes any article of clothing oppressive is someone forcing you to wear it. And it’s just as oppressive to force someone not to wear something that they want to wear.
I keep the vagina crown next to my Emmy. On my work desk. I can look at them any time I feel down. I was a weird little kid without a lot of friends, and I still sometimes can’t believe that people like me as much as they do. None of the people who made fun of me growing up have vagina crowns.
Eternal thanks to the wonderful girl who made this and I hope you can come in person next time I’m over there.
I’m playing a giant vagina in the current touring show. Tonight we’re in Orlando, FL at Back Booth. We’ll be in DeLand on the 22nd. Full tour schedule here. I have two mini comics, one of which is brand spanking new, and of course my smutty mermaid graphic novel.
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I don’t usually reblog, but C’MON. This comic.
Reblogging here since this was the greatest triumph of my adult life.
My brain gets so fried at work I can barely think for myself, let alone think for you.
A conversation with my mom.
It doesn’t even rhyme! God!
Lesbian Pirates From Outer Space is gone now, but almost exactly an hour later I found out I am gonna be in Smut Peddler and it made me immensely happy!
Oh, and the music I was listening to, because it’s kind of hard to see, is the soundtrack to the musical version of Lesbian Pirates that will never see the light of day. I think that’s the part that made me cry. But now all I feel is hopeful about the future!
Angelina Jolie had a double mastectomy, in case you hadn’t heard. How dare she remove those ticking time bombs from her chest, amiright? Like, hasn’t she learned by now that her body is public domain and we all get to vote on what she does with it? Sheesh, how selfish can ya get.
All the money Sarah McLachlan raises for animals goes directly into therapy for pestered cats.
I got distracted by the internet three times while doodling this.
(Also don’t really do this because I know you aren’t gonna organize a roster and take turns I’m just gonna get ten thousand messages and no.)