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Slutwalk is coming to London. It was originally scheduled for Saturday the 4th of June but apparently it’s been moved to the 11th. This is an anti-rape protest first started in Toronto, Canada.

I am troubled with Slutwalk as a movement. At first I found it difficult to put into words why this was. It made me uneasy. I consider myself a feminist, of course I am against violence towards women and I’m a fan of protesting. Protesting something we disagree with is important, we shouldn’t just accept the status quo. So when a law officer in Toronto said that women should avoid dressing ‘slutty’ to avoid rape I was pleased at the uproar.

However, as the protest movement picked up speed and organised into the ‘Slutwalk’ phenomena spreading across to the U.S.A., U.K. and Australia I became increasingly uncomfortable. And I’m not alone. People all over have been voicing concerns such as this critique by Meghan Murphy and this blog post on the f-word. ‘Reclaiming’ a negative word doesn’t automatically take away its power. It may seem empowering to call myself a slut but by doing so I am buying into the rhetoric of the word to begin with. If someone uses it against me with malice it’s negative power holds true.

Not all negative words should be reclaimed.

I think we just need to get away from describing what people wear as slutty. It’s not the clothes. After all what is thought of as ‘slutty’ changes depending on the time, the country and the person. Rather than embracing the word ‘slut’ and making friends with it I think we would do better to attack it, chopping it off at the roots. As fun as it is making a sign shouting ‘I’M A SLUT’ better, I think, to shout ‘THERE ARE NO SLUTS’.

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Awesome

Earlier I had a post about my over-use of ‘dude’. Yesterday it was made clear to me that I also waaaay overuse the word ‘awesome’. An innocent brownie shining in her blindingly fluorescent yellow asked me if it was my favourite word. Horrified I realised I’d just muttered ‘awesome’ at all of their work for the last 30 minutes. Oopsie.

On a separate note – I have finished my masters! Huzah! Hence why I am suddenly available once more. In a glut of excitement at having free time once more I have been madly theatre-going, volunteered with a brownie pack and signed up for Japanese classes. Am now a little exhausted. All this ‘doing more than one thing’ in your life is tiring. Oh, and I also have a job (ick spit).

A question or two

Yesterday we went to see ‘Any Questions?’ hosted by Jonathon Dimbleby. It was excellent. Anthony Horowitz was on the panel. How I love Anthony Horowitz.

That says it all really. I can’t remember the last time I went to a town that didn’t have McDonalds, but Bruge was free of them. Excellent. Just what I hope for in a medieval town. It’s a very pretty town, crammed with ice, waffles, chips and massive bowls of hot chocolate. Mmmm.

The Killing Season

Above is the trailer for a great documentary called ‘The Killing Season’ about malaria in Uganda. It raises very important issues to do with drug manufacture and distribution. Sadly the whole documentary isn’t available just yet but hopefully it will be soon.

Mastering the masters

A masters is like a black hole that you throw your time and life into. What month is it? December? How did that happen? What happened to November? All I know is that I have two more deadlines for next week. And then a further two a few weeks after that.

This first semester has gone so so fast. The whole year is going to be a blur I can tell. Hopefully at the end I’ll be found in fancy hat, masters degree in hand, smiling knowlingly, and not in a gibbering wreck under a desk somewhere. As it is I am quite tempted to build some kind of fort out of all my books and articles and have a little nap.

How do academics survive? Is it always like this?

I need to buck up and grab this thing with both hands. I’m determined that I will master the masters.

Remember a few months ago there was all that controversy about a new advert for ‘Oven Pride’? It got loads and loads of complaints. Here it is:

I just found this vinatge ad:

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It’s interesting that this goes both ways. And people get very outraged. Apparently according to this article there were over a thousand direct complaints to the company calling the oven pride advert sexist.