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THIS WEEK: Sexism in Halloween Costumes

It’s Halloween week which means “sexy everything” costume choices for women, slut shaming for the women who wear them, as well as a bunch of racist and culturally appropriative costumes too.

Reblog to tell us about the best/worst costumes you’ve seen this year.

NEXT WEEK: Get to know the Dames: 10 fun facts about us

On 7th November it’s our ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY! Eeeeee!! So we thought we’d reintroduce ourselves for everyone who has joined us over the last year.

THE WEEK AFTER: Women in Politics

With the US presidential elections, the recent UK Feminista lobby of parliament and Australian Prime Minister Julia Gillard’s viral speech on misogyny we thought this would be pretty topical about now.

Remember if you’d like to make a guest vlog about these or any other topic then please click here for more info how and let us know!

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Women in comedy? Don’t make me laugh!

In which Holly makes a triumphant return and chats a little bit about the barriers that stop more women from going into comedy. Missed you all, it’s well good to be back! ♥

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Being able to lift 267 pounds is only one of the things that makes 18 year-old British Olympic weightlifter Zoe Smith tough. She can also swat down sexist Twitter trolls like they’re flies.
While Smith was preparing to set an Olympic record for Great Britain in the clean-and-jerk event, men (and some women) on Twitter were busy saying she wasn’t attractive enough, or that she was manly, or that there was something wrong with her body because she was so muscular.
So Smith took to her blog to respond:

[We] don’t lift weights in order to look hot, especially for the likes of men like that. What makes them think that we even WANT them to find us attractive? If you do, thanks very much, we’re flattered. But if you don’t, why do you really need to voice this opinion in the first place, and what makes you think we actually give a toss that you, personally, do not find us attractive? What do you want us to do? Shall we stop weightlifting, amend our diet in order to completely get rid of our ‘manly’ muscles, and become housewives in the sheer hope that one day you will look more favourably upon us and we might actually have a shot with you?! Cause you are clearly the kindest, most attractive type of man to grace the earth with your presence.
Oh but wait, you aren’t. This may be shocking to you, but we actually would rather be attractive to people who aren’t closed-minded and ignorant. Crazy, eh?! We, as any women with an ounce of self-confidence would, prefer our men to be confident enough in themselves to not feel emasculated by the fact that we aren’t weak and feeble.

Sexism seems to be almost as common as sweat at this year’s Olympics — which has a record number of women participating — from female boxers being asked to wear skirts to differentiate them from the men to women’s teams taking coach while men’s fly first class.

Being able to lift 267 pounds is only one of the things that makes 18 year-old British Olympic weightlifter Zoe Smith tough. She can also swat down sexist Twitter trolls like they’re flies.

While Smith was preparing to set an Olympic record for Great Britain in the clean-and-jerk event, men (and some women) on Twitter were busy saying she wasn’t attractive enough, or that she was manly, or that there was something wrong with her body because she was so muscular.

So Smith took to her blog to respond:

[We] don’t lift weights in order to look hot, especially for the likes of men like that. What makes them think that we even WANT them to find us attractive? If you do, thanks very much, we’re flattered. But if you don’t, why do you really need to voice this opinion in the first place, and what makes you think we actually give a toss that you, personally, do not find us attractive? What do you want us to do? Shall we stop weightlifting, amend our diet in order to completely get rid of our ‘manly’ muscles, and become housewives in the sheer hope that one day you will look more favourably upon us and we might actually have a shot with you?! Cause you are clearly the kindest, most attractive type of man to grace the earth with your presence.

Oh but wait, you aren’t. This may be shocking to you, but we actually would rather be attractive to people who aren’t closed-minded and ignorant. Crazy, eh?! We, as any women with an ounce of self-confidence would, prefer our men to be confident enough in themselves to not feel emasculated by the fact that we aren’t weak and feeble.

Sexism seems to be almost as common as sweat at this year’s Olympics — which has a record number of women participating — from female boxers being asked to wear skirts to differentiate them from the men to women’s teams taking coach while men’s fly first class.

The L word: Lingerie football a ‘cheap, degrading perv’ says Kate Lundy.
It’s the kind of sport you’d look at and say: only in America. Except that the Lingerie Football League, which is literally self-explanatory, has also set up shop in Australia.
It’s just as it sounds: hot women in skimpy outfits - and skimpy puts it lightly - masquerading as serious, tough football players in a bastardised version of America’s most beloved sport: gridiron.
And the Federal Minister for Sport, Kate Lundy, is certainly no fan, describing it as a “cheap, degrading” perv.
Writing for Mamamia, Ms Lundy said: “Lingerie Football isn’t just a distraction; it’s an assault on sport.
“We can do so much better than LFL. And most importantly, our daughters deserve more.”
Having watched the LFL for, scientific observation, we found it surprising how seriously it’s taken. Male commentators treat it with every bit of legitimacy as the NFL.
But Ms Lundy says it’s a blight on the Australian sporting landscape to see the LFL launch here, with two exhibition matches scheduled for June.
“The LFL is about giving viewers an opportunity to perv on women in gear that looks like it’s come from an adult shop,” she said.
“It’s called the Lingerie Football League because it’s almost exclusively about the underwear.
“I can’t abide a spectacle that degrades women and threatens to undermine the progress of women in sport in Australia.”

The L word: Lingerie football a ‘cheap, degrading perv’ says Kate Lundy.

It’s the kind of sport you’d look at and say: only in America. Except that the Lingerie Football League, which is literally self-explanatory, has also set up shop in Australia.

It’s just as it sounds: hot women in skimpy outfits - and skimpy puts it lightly - masquerading as serious, tough football players in a bastardised version of America’s most beloved sport: gridiron.

And the Federal Minister for Sport, Kate Lundy, is certainly no fan, describing it as a “cheap, degrading” perv.

Writing for Mamamia, Ms Lundy said: “Lingerie Football isn’t just a distraction; it’s an assault on sport.

“We can do so much better than LFL. And most importantly, our daughters deserve more.”

Having watched the LFL for, scientific observation, we found it surprising how seriously it’s taken. Male commentators treat it with every bit of legitimacy as the NFL.

But Ms Lundy says it’s a blight on the Australian sporting landscape to see the LFL launch here, with two exhibition matches scheduled for June.

“The LFL is about giving viewers an opportunity to perv on women in gear that looks like it’s come from an adult shop,” she said.

“It’s called the Lingerie Football League because it’s almost exclusively about the underwear.

“I can’t abide a spectacle that degrades women and threatens to undermine the progress of women in sport in Australia.”

A staunch feminist defends women’s right to choose … to play lingerie football. 
By Lauren Rosewarne, University of Melbourne
I’m a fan of the retention of pubic hair. I don’t much like the idea of breast implants. Thoughts of vaginoplasty coax me into an involuntary Kegel exercise. I’ve no idea why any woman would bleach her vulva.
But feminism has to be about more than a laundry list of what individuals find unpalatable. I’m a feminist because I believe that women should have choice. Certainly as many choices as men. While the choices that are acted on might seem retrograde, offensive, and possibly even bad for equality, the existence of choice should be non-negotiable.
My immediate response to lingerie football is an eye-roll. It’s tacky and it’s cheap, but my strongest reaction is that it’s so yawn-worthily predictable. Everything about it, down to the manufactured protest, is so hideously auto-cued.
Truth be told I wasn’t even slightly interested in writing about it. At first glance the lingerie football controversy seemed like yet another incarnation of the tiresome “sexualisation” arguments. Public feminism is too often dominated by finger-waggling and whining about girls and women being sexualised. As though girls and women are dupes with no agenda and no self-determination and no ability to pull on a boob-tube without the horrible hand of patriarchy forcing their hand.
Such feminism bores me, saddens me and neglects to acknowledge that equality comes in many shapes and sizes. Even shapes and sizes we don’t all adore.
But two aspects of the lingerie football did spark some interest. One is the complicity feminists have themselves in drawing attention to this spectacle and two is the inconsistencies in some of their objections.
Sexist advertising, miscreants like Kyle Sandilands, and organisers of events such as the Lingerie Football League rely on controversy. They bank on the fact that there’ll be a ready throng of feminists ready to pitchfork them. They know that faux-news channels will be primed to pounce on an exposé, knowing – without a shadow of doubt – that there’s always an outraged feminist ready to give a sound-bite.
Marketers know this, they bank on this and time and time again feminists play into this malarkey.
Worse than just gifting lingerie football undeserved airtime however, every time feminists complain about the sexism of a product, a target audiences gets solidified. Nobody actually cares if feminists boycott lingerie football. Au contraire: a boycott all too often makes a product instantly attractive. Suddenly a whole lot of people who would never have thought about lingerie football are suddenly militant about their God-given right to cheer on a scantily clad tackles. To buy tickets, to buy merchandise. Suddenly folk who are exhausted by the thought police, by the wowsers, are hornilysalivating to get to a game.
One of the arguments proffered by feminist objectors is that that bringing bras and panties to ballgames somehow sullies sport. Shock horror but sport is already “sullied”. Pretending that sex and sport are somehow mutually exclusive is delusional and evidence of commentators who have neglected to turn on the television anytime in the past decade.
Male players are sexualised every time a camera lingers on them while they train sansshirt. Many sports that have cheerleaders: women paid to wear little to entice an audience into noisy fervour. Male and female athletes pose in calendars. And on the covers of magazines. And appear in television commercials. The sport/sex fusion happened long ago.
Lingerie football is a product. A product that people can choose not to purchase, can choose to ignore. Notably, it’s a product which some women have freely chosen to be a part of.
Lauren Rosewarne does not work for, consult to, own shares in or receive funding from any company or organisation that would benefit from this article, and has no relevant affiliations.

A staunch feminist defends women’s right to choose … to play lingerie football. 

By Lauren Rosewarne, University of Melbourne

I’m a fan of the retention of pubic hair. I don’t much like the idea of breast implants. Thoughts of vaginoplasty coax me into an involuntary Kegel exercise. I’ve no idea why any woman would bleach her vulva.

But feminism has to be about more than a laundry list of what individuals find unpalatable. I’m a feminist because I believe that women should have choice. Certainly as many choices as men. While the choices that are acted on might seem retrograde, offensive, and possibly even bad for equality, the existence of choice should be non-negotiable.

My immediate response to lingerie football is an eye-roll. It’s tacky and it’s cheap, but my strongest reaction is that it’s so yawn-worthily predictable. Everything about it, down to the manufactured protest, is so hideously auto-cued.

Truth be told I wasn’t even slightly interested in writing about it. At first glance the lingerie football controversy seemed like yet another incarnation of the tiresome “sexualisation” arguments. Public feminism is too often dominated by finger-waggling and whining about girls and women being sexualised. As though girls and women are dupes with no agenda and no self-determination and no ability to pull on a boob-tube without the horrible hand of patriarchy forcing their hand.

Such feminism bores me, saddens me and neglects to acknowledge that equality comes in many shapes and sizes. Even shapes and sizes we don’t all adore.

But two aspects of the lingerie football did spark some interest. One is the complicity feminists have themselves in drawing attention to this spectacle and two is the inconsistencies in some of their objections.

Sexist advertising, miscreants like Kyle Sandilands, and organisers of events such as the Lingerie Football League rely on controversy. They bank on the fact that there’ll be a ready throng of feminists ready to pitchfork them. They know that faux-news channels will be primed to pounce on an exposé, knowing – without a shadow of doubt – that there’s always an outraged feminist ready to give a sound-bite.

Marketers know this, they bank on this and time and time again feminists play into this malarkey.

Worse than just gifting lingerie football undeserved airtime however, every time feminists complain about the sexism of a product, a target audiences gets solidified. Nobody actually cares if feminists boycott lingerie football. Au contraire: a boycott all too often makes a product instantly attractive. Suddenly a whole lot of people who would never have thought about lingerie football are suddenly militant about their God-given right to cheer on a scantily clad tackles. To buy tickets, to buy merchandise. Suddenly folk who are exhausted by the thought police, by the wowsers, are hornilysalivating to get to a game.

One of the arguments proffered by feminist objectors is that that bringing bras and panties to ballgames somehow sullies sport. Shock horror but sport is already “sullied”. Pretending that sex and sport are somehow mutually exclusive is delusional and evidence of commentators who have neglected to turn on the television anytime in the past decade.

Male players are sexualised every time a camera lingers on them while they train sansshirt. Many sports that have cheerleaders: women paid to wear little to entice an audience into noisy fervour. Male and female athletes pose in calendars. And on the covers of magazines. And appear in television commercials. The sport/sex fusion happened long ago.

Lingerie football is a product. A product that people can choose not to purchase, can choose to ignore. Notably, it’s a product which some women have freely chosen to be a part of.

Lauren Rosewarne does not work for, consult to, own shares in or receive funding from any company or organisation that would benefit from this article, and has no relevant affiliations.

Did….did the Ginsters advert just tell me to get back in the kitchen and make a sandwich… I mean pasty?

Legitimate Criticism of Feminism

Legitimate criticisms of feminism:

-transmisogyny and the lack of inclusion of transwomen

-the racist history behind it and the lack of inclusion of woc/bme

-ignoring and invalidating women with disabilities

-pretty much anything that falls under lack of intersectionality

-internalized misogyny and girl hate

-promotion of political lesbianism

-radscum

Illegitimate criticisms of feminism:

-a feminist was really mean to me once

-they’re sexist against men

Under pressure to have sons, some families dress their girls as boys.

KABUL, Afghanistan — Six-year-old Mehran Rafaat is like many girls her age. She likes to be the center of attention. She is often frustrated when things do not go her way. Like her three older sisters, she is eager to discover the world outside the family’s apartment in their middle-class neighborhood of Kabul.

But when their mother, Azita Rafaat, a member of Parliament, dresses the children for school in the morning, there is one important difference. Mehran’s sisters put on black dresses and head scarves, tied tightly over their ponytails. For Mehran, it’s green pants, a white shirt and a necktie, then a pat from her mother over her spiky, short black hair. After that, her daughter is out the door — as an Afghan boy.

In a nutshell our Gender Advertising Remixer app lets you re-combine video from ads directed at boys with audio from ads directed at girls (and vice versa) to create hilarious and insightful fair use mash-ups.

‘Sexist Trousers’ are below the belt
From: The Telegraph
By  Emma Barnett
Some sexist ‘jokes’ can be funny. Others are just offensive and we shouldn’t succumb to societal pressure to laugh for the sake of it, writes Emma Barnett.

This weekend, as I attempted to tidy to my house, I happened to notice the label inside my boyfriend’s trousers – which he had strewn across the floor of our bedroom.


Upon picking them up, to throw them firmly onto ‘his chair’, (my weekly way of telling him that he needs to put his clothes away), this large white label happened to catch my eye.


As expected, it detailed what temperature the trousers should be washed at. But then, I noticed, stitched in capital letters no less, the usually inoffensive washing instructions tag, offered a rather less appropriate cleaning option: “OR - GIVE IT TO YOUR WOMAN, IT’S HER JOB”.


Now normally I am the type of person who can stomach, and often smile along, with a touch of what has just become known as casual sexist ‘banter’. Having studied politics at university and shared a house with five testosterone-fuelled male students, I was schooled early-on in picking the battles worth fighting and knowing ‘how to take a joke’ – even when it seemed like it was at the expense of my gender.


Usually sexist jibes, statements, or even t-shirt logos, have some kind of juvenile or puerile humour to them. There’s more often than not a slight hint of tongue-in-cheek that allows most women to just pass off the remark or slogan as ‘stupid banter’ – even if they are seething inside. It’s just easier and we know it’s not meant with ‘any real harm’.

However, this crass message stitched onto the label in these cheap chinos from Madhouse, genuinely took me aback.
There was no attempt at wit, and unlike the Topman t-shirts, which offended so many with their brazen slogans to be worn across young men’s chests - this was a hidden message - or rather an order, intended to encourage women to reassume their once their ‘proper place’ (in the home) and young men to maintain the expectations of their grandfathers.
Even the language – ‘Your Woman’ – presupposed some kind of Neanderthal mentality from my boyfriend, an unwilling shopper after some affordable chinos – preferably not lined with sexist imperatives.
When I posted a photo of the humourless trouser label onto Twitter yesterday, ironically two days before the 101st International Women’s Day – I had no idea how large the reaction would be.
Suddenly I was inundated with both women and men calling for me to ‘name and shame’ the brand behind such a tasteless stitching.
Hundreds of tweeters were soon expressing their own shock at the washing instruction and letting me know that they would boycott Madhouse – even though the majority of them had never heard of this discounts men’s clothing shop. The subject even started trending on Twitter.
But then, cue the predictable minority chorus of men telling me to “lighten up” and “learn how to take a joke” and the women who love to be ‘one of the boys’ and live in fear of being called a ‘feminist’, informing me of how “hilarious” the message was. One man told me not to “get my knickers in a twist” - which albeit patronising, was at least an attempt at humour.
And yet, that’s just it. If the comment had been remotely funny – I would have been the first to laugh and shrug it off – as it really wouldn’t have bothered me enough to photograph it, tweet it and then write about it. But it was the lack of any implied humour and the horrible surprise of such an incongruous message hidden away inside some trousers, that left me just plain stunned.
We really are in a bad place as a society when laughing something off has become virtually the only response to anything vaguely anti-female, or anti-male for that matter. When football pundit Andy Gray, was sacked by Sky Sports News, and his colleague Richard Keys resigned over their respective sexist remarks last year – there was an enormous pressure for women to laugh their remarks off as ‘lads being lads’ – when that simply just was not the case.
People have also expressed their frustration to me that through highlighting this chauvinist label, I have given Madhouse great publicity and it will financially benefit. Really? It can hardly claim the same brand awareness level as the likes of Topman – plus the company has yet to even respond – or fix its dreadful website – which has been down for at least the last three days. This is a moot point. I don’t think anybody expects hordes of people to specially seek out Madhouse as their shopping destination this weekend.
Some sexist remarks are funny; but some really aren’t. The individuals and brands behind the offensive ones deserve outing and shaming. And just remember - the people pointing out these inappropriate comments can still have a perfectly decent sense of humour.

‘Sexist Trousers’ are below the belt

From: The Telegraph

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Some sexist ‘jokes’ can be funny. Others are just offensive and we shouldn’t succumb to societal pressure to laugh for the sake of it, writes Emma Barnett.


This weekend, as I attempted to tidy to my house, I happened to notice the label inside my boyfriend’s trousers – which he had strewn across the floor of our bedroom.

Upon picking them up, to throw them firmly onto ‘his chair’, (my weekly way of telling him that he needs to put his clothes away), this large white label happened to catch my eye.

As expected, it detailed what temperature the trousers should be washed at. But then, I noticed, stitched in capital letters no less, the usually inoffensive washing instructions tag, offered a rather less appropriate cleaning option: “OR - GIVE IT TO YOUR WOMAN, IT’S HER JOB”.

Now normally I am the type of person who can stomach, and often smile along, with a touch of what has just become known as casual sexist ‘banter’. Having studied politics at university and shared a house with five testosterone-fuelled male students, I was schooled early-on in picking the battles worth fighting and knowing ‘how to take a joke’ – even when it seemed like it was at the expense of my gender.

Usually sexist jibes, statements, or even t-shirt logos, have some kind of juvenile or puerile humour to them. There’s more often than not a slight hint of tongue-in-cheek that allows most women to just pass off the remark or slogan as ‘stupid banter’ – even if they are seething inside. It’s just easier and we know it’s not meant with ‘any real harm’.

However, this crass message stitched onto the label in these cheap chinos from Madhouse, genuinely took me aback.

There was no attempt at wit, and unlike the Topman t-shirts, which offended so many with their brazen slogans to be worn across young men’s chests - this was a hidden message - or rather an order, intended to encourage women to reassume their once their ‘proper place’ (in the home) and young men to maintain the expectations of their grandfathers.

Even the language – ‘Your Woman’ – presupposed some kind of Neanderthal mentality from my boyfriend, an unwilling shopper after some affordable chinos – preferably not lined with sexist imperatives.

When I posted a photo of the humourless trouser label onto Twitter yesterday, ironically two days before the 101st International Women’s Day – I had no idea how large the reaction would be.

Suddenly I was inundated with both women and men calling for me to ‘name and shame’ the brand behind such a tasteless stitching.

Hundreds of tweeters were soon expressing their own shock at the washing instruction and letting me know that they would boycott Madhouse – even though the majority of them had never heard of this discounts men’s clothing shop. The subject even started trending on Twitter.

But then, cue the predictable minority chorus of men telling me to “lighten up” and “learn how to take a joke” and the women who love to be ‘one of the boys’ and live in fear of being called a ‘feminist’, informing me of how “hilarious” the message was. One man told me not to “get my knickers in a twist” - which albeit patronising, was at least an attempt at humour.

And yet, that’s just it. If the comment had been remotely funny – I would have been the first to laugh and shrug it off – as it really wouldn’t have bothered me enough to photograph it, tweet it and then write about it. But it was the lack of any implied humour and the horrible surprise of such an incongruous message hidden away inside some trousers, that left me just plain stunned.

We really are in a bad place as a society when laughing something off has become virtually the only response to anything vaguely anti-female, or anti-male for that matter. When football pundit Andy Gray, was sacked by Sky Sports News, and his colleague Richard Keys resigned over their respective sexist remarks last year – there was an enormous pressure for women to laugh their remarks off as ‘lads being lads’ – when that simply just was not the case.

People have also expressed their frustration to me that through highlighting this chauvinist label, I have given Madhouse great publicity and it will financially benefit. Really? It can hardly claim the same brand awareness level as the likes of Topman – plus the company has yet to even respond – or fix its dreadful website – which has been down for at least the last three days. This is a moot point. I don’t think anybody expects hordes of people to specially seek out Madhouse as their shopping destination this weekend.

Some sexist remarks are funny; but some really aren’t. The individuals and brands behind the offensive ones deserve outing and shaming. And just remember - the people pointing out these inappropriate comments can still have a perfectly decent sense of humour.