this picture is making me really angry
can someone more eloquent than I am please comment with a list of badass female warriors/soldiers in history because i know there have been quite a lot
Tomoe Gozen. 12th Century Japan. Concubine of Minamoto no Yoshinaka, and one of his most famous warriors, called a Demon in Battle and renowned as a swordswoman and archer. Was ordered to flee the final destruction of the Minamoto Clan at the end of the Genpei War by her Lord. While leaving the battlefield, encountered a group of enemy soldiers: rode straight into their formation, pulled their leader out of his saddle, pinned him against her horse, and took his head. She then vanishes from history, never to be heard from again.
Queen Boudicca. Britain, first Century AD. Queen of the Iceni tribe of Celts. After her daughters were raped and she was flogged and humiliated by Roman soldiers, led the Iceni and other tribes of Britain in revolt, leading to the deaths of tens of thousands of Roman soldiers and a near-rout from the British peninsula. Was finally defeated by the Roman general Suetonius, and committed suicide to avoid capture. Is probably the only woman to have her statue in a city she burned to the ground (London).
Princess Zhao Pingyang. 7th Century China. Daughter of Emperor Gaozu. Raised an army on his behalf and led them into battle. Was given full military honors upon her death: one of the only women so honored in Medieval China.
Queen Suryothai, 16th Century Siam (Thailand). Fought in single combat against a Burmese Viceroy, sacrificing herself to save the life of her husband and King.
Aethelflaed of Mercia. 10th Century Britain. Well known for her skills as a tactician and for building many of the castles in Mercia that still stand to this day.
Khawlah bint al-Azwar. 7th Century Arabia, a contemporary of the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh). Once rallied a group of female prisoners into defeating their Byzantine captors using their tent poles. The namesake of the UAE’s first women’s military college.
Finally, let me tell you about what the women were doing while the men were out in some cold, wet field, having their bodies hacked at with swords and axes. They weren’t sitting around a hearth gossiping with their friends. While the men were out fighting, the women were working the fields every day, bringing in the harvests, slaughtering animals, butchering, preserving meat, working their goddamn asses. off. They kept the houses secure. They repaired roofs and spun wool into thread and wove thread into cloth: difficult work today, backbreaking in medieval times. Often times, they did these things while pregnant or raising small children.
They faced disease, starvation, and the constant threat of having some band of raiders come in and rape, pillage, plunder, and slaughter them while their menfolk were off fighting in war. Medieval women, even those who did not fight, were hard, determined, and skilled experts in the arts of survival, farming, weaving, spinning, and motherhood who engaged in backbreaking labor that often killed them at a young age, and they deserve better than to have some adolescent-minded asshole sitting in his warm, comfortable first-world home rant about “feminine privilege.”
So fuck you, original poster. I hope you step on a LEGO.
Did my best to fix it
You’d think someone who lives so detached from reality would give fantasy artists and writers more credit…
Ok first of all, two words: Shield Maidens.
Don’t get me started on women warriors from Celtic, Norse and Anglo-Saxon accounts because I will slam dunk you something rotten.
Secondly, adding Joan of Arc, pictured in her armour.
Arguably she never fought, but she successfully led her soldiers to victory with her sheer presence.
Thirdly, women have always had a place on the battle field. Whoever wrote the first post has obviously never done re-enactment or read into medieval combat much at all. Probably watched too many shitty films.
Do you know how long you can fight for in a full suit of armour? aprox 15 minutes. You can run around swinging a sword in a full metal suit for fifteen minutes before dehydration will fuck you over. You gonna apologise to your opponents and hope they let you turn and retreat back to your tents for a drink? Fuck no. Armies needed water-carriers and firstaiders… and guess whose job that was?
Yep, women. They dashed around bloody war-torn fields dragging the wounded away and re-hydrating the survivors. And they did it without any damn armour.
Beyond just famous women in history, there are countless cases of women cross dressing to go onto the battlefield. There are also countless unknown cases of women taking up arms to defend their home…which was a norm in countless cultures.
Having done my time as a heavy fighter in the SCA, I can tell you there is no practical difference between “men’s armor” and “women’s armor.” You don’t have special metal boob-shaped boob pockets, as is often depicted in artwork and “fantasy” armor. Real armor fits over your chest regardless (yes, even us busty girls) and it protects all the same body parts no matter if it’s a guy or a girl wearing it. The original poster claiming that there’s no “real world” example of women’s armor is wrong in so many ways, but one of them is simply that it’s unlikely you could look at a period piece of armor and say if a man or woman wore it.
Fantasy armor is fun to look at, and “Chainmail Bikini” would be a great name for a metal band. But it’s all about what looks good and not about historical basis—which is hilarious, considering that whoever made the original graphic is arguing for a fantasy based on his fantasy of historical reality.
Things get even more fun when you get into American Civil War reenacting. Shell jackets don’t come cut for ladies. They don’t now and they didn’t back then. You just bind everything up and do your best to pass as a young man—which is what women did. Were they a small minority of the soldiers who fought in that war? Yes, but we only know about the ones who were caught, or came forward—over 400 documented cases. What about the ones who died with their secret untold?
“Patrick Stewart often talks about his childhood and the torment his father put him and his mother through. However, how he answered this vulnerable and brave fan’s question is one of the most eloquent, passionate responses about domestic violence I’ve ever seen.
WARNING: At 2:40, he’s going to break your heart a little.”
i don’t have issues with uhura/spock, that relationship looks solid and mutual. i have issues with jj abrams making every female character identified as
- mother figure only
- in a relationship
- a fling
- future girlfriend material
like, thanks jj abrams. you really didn’t try. why couldn’t we have janice rand or christine chapel there and with no illusions of romantic intent from a main character?
The second movie sold me more on Uhura and Spock’s relationship in thirty seconds than the first one did in its entire 2+ hours, and it’s entirely down to the fact that Abrams & Co. decided that Uhura’s value lay in being a prize to be won or lost rather than as a character’s whose relationship deserved proper attention.
I remained entirely uninterested in Carol Marcus throughout, because she was constantly defined solely in relationship to the male characters. Her first scene exists to show Spock being jealous that another science officer is on board; she’s there to provide insight into what her father is doing and act as a chess piece in the game he and Kirk are playing; she’s there to have Bones flirt with her and to demonstrate a notable lack of the expert skill she’s supposed to possess in disarming a weapon; she’s there for Jim to see her in her underwear.
I really don’t think it’s too much to ask that we get some fully-formed female characters who exist independently of the men around them.
i hate when the first line in a film introducing a female character is like, SHE’S THE TOP EXPERT IN HER FIELD
and then in the next scene she is like OMG, I DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS INFORMATION THAT IS PERTINENT TO MY FIELD OF EXPERTISE
and like a male character who has ZERO expertise in this field solves the problem. like, fuck you writers.
That made me almost more frustrated in anything else in this movie. They talk a lot about Carol being a weapons expert, which could’ve been a seriously fascinating angle! She was entirely devoted to life and its creation in the original timeline, and having her shifted to being a weapons expert in the reboot could’ve provided a really compelling example of the differences between the universes and how this one has grown far more militarized already. But they never actually show anything to back it up, which leads to it being unclear as to whether or not she even really is a weapons expert or if that’s just something she made up to get on the ship and—AUGH.
THEY WERE SO CLOSE TO SOMETHING REALLY GOOD THERE, AND THEY TOSSED IT AWAY IN FAVOR OF MAKING HER DAMSEL-IN-DISTRESS EYECANDY, I’M SO ANGRY ABOUT IT.
fun fact: iraq, pakistan, afghanistan and saudi arabia have a higher percentage of women in the government than the us & the uk
another fun fact: white people tend to get very angry when you point this out to them
When I don’t wear makeup and my hair is up in a ponytail afro puff, I experience somewhat different street harassment from when my hair is in a more “adult” style and I wear lip gloss, let alone makeup. Now, the patriarchal men who think street harassment is “flirting” (it’s not) will assume that these are men who like “real” women (read: they associate not wearing makeup with being willing to be more obedient to men, and thus “real,” or associate it with hypersexuality and independence, for which they cannot control; either way, misogyny and the politics of respectability are at play here) more than “fake” women who wear makeup.
It actually has nothing to do with this…at all.
The issue is that when I don’t wear makeup, men anywhere from 15-65 years old try to pick me up and it often devolves rapidly into street harassment, or it’s street harassment from the start (primarily with men 18-40).
I’ve had several teenage boys think I was a high school student whenever I was at a public library near a high school reading. This has happened a few times. I am assumed to be 16-18 on a regular basis. I am carded anytime I try to purchase scratch-offs or wine, where often the cashier assumes that I am 17. The point is, I easily look like a teen at times.
The street harassment in these incidents tends to be more sexually inappropriate than when I look my age, 33, because these men are SPECIFICALLY looking for teenage girls. Usually once I open my mouth, the way that I speak (the actual words used and my tone) and how I tell them to go away helps to reveal my age. They seem utterly…devastated or “tricked.” I, however, remain disgusted.
As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve experienced street harassment since age 12. The men who harassed me from 6th grade through 12th grade were THE SAME AGES as the men who harass me today. And though I experience more harassment overall now than when I was a teen, it is very telling how the harassment itself differs when I am presumed to be a teen versus an adult. It’s more sexual; more psychologically manipulative in intent. In many ways, it is actually worse and even more reprehensible when I think about what their motives really are.
I remember having a conversation with a few mutual follows on Twitter—about how I never really discussed street harassment with my parents. I endured this hell almost everyday in middle school and especially in high school. I dreaded walking home from the bus stop or walking home from school. My heart rate would increase just thinking about it. I had nightmares. What’s sad to me is not that I thought I couldn’t trust my parents (though my mother being highly religious and a past member of Black Apostolic churches where misogynoir was not only the norm but deemed “god’s will” was reason enough to feel fearful) with this, but that it seemed like some sort of truly sad and painful anti-Black woman “norm” and “rite of passage” where I grew up. Many girls that I knew though this was the ONLY way that men interact with women. They didn’t know anything different.
When I think about the fact that 60% of Black girls are sexually assaulted before their 18th birthday, the fact that most Black girls who become pregnant in their teen years have significantly older men fathering the children and that girls (just like adult women) bear the responsibility of what adult men choose to do, from street harassment to dating violence to sexual assault to rape, I get even more angry about this. This is rape culture. The same men who are spending their days hunting teens they do not know could be harming the ones they do know. In fact, the statistics reveal that some of them have to be.
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I love this image so much.
I’ve seen some women who are offended by this and say it’s ridiculous that her cleavage is showing and things of that sort.
Personally, I think it’s great.
Why should we have an image of a women with her hair tied up and flexing her muscles like she’s a man? (not that that isn’t great too!) In a way it suggests that when our hair is down, our breasts are visible and we wear (GASP) lipstick, we’re somehow lesser than men? We can do it! We can be feminine and successful.
You see what I’m saying here, ladies?
You don’t have to lose your femininity. Being feminine is great. Being masculine is great. Strength is not limited to one way of being.
Okay, this picture bugs me, and here’s why:
It completely ignores the context of the original picture.
The original pictures wasn’t positing that women have to be “masculine” to be strong, it was an ad from from World War II about women joining the workforce.
The hair tied up? Was for two reasons so that it wouldn’t get caught up in machinery, and because there wasn’t always shampoo, so it hid the hair.
The lack of makeup? The original art actually does have her wearing makeup, (at least, I think so), but it’s the makeup that was popular at the time:
natural eyeshadows in brown and grey tones, a touch of eyeliner and mascara, while the brows were kept quite thick but had to be perfectly arched and defined with an eyebrow pencil.
On the face, they would first apply a dark but warm foundation and, on top of it, a powder that was actually lighter than their skintone. This would give skin a rosy glow. Natural pink shades were used on the cheeks while the nails were painted in lots of different colors, from pinks to reds and mauves, to greens and blues. And what about the lips? Red lipstick was all the rage and was considered a natural look back then!
(As for why there was no nail polish, that would chip too easily when working with machinery)
The boobs not showing? Was because it was a work shirt, for work in factories. You don’t show your boobs when you’re working in a factory, because that’s just more bare skin that can get injured/dirty (see above about shampoo.)
The muscles? Were because the woman was working in a factory. Again, not to be more “masculine”.
Like, like this picture if you want, I don’t care, but for fucks sake, realize that the original pictures wasn’t about masculine vs. feminine, but has what is actually a pretty “feminine” woman (for the time) doing a traditionally “masculine” job, and the remake of the picture completely ignores the context.
But the greatest tragedy made manifest in Steubenville is the attitude of teenage men toward girls. Immanuel Kant wrote that the definition of immorality is treating a fellow human being as a means rather than an end. The abomination of American slavery was that a white child was taught to see a black child as a walking bale of cotton. Slavery trained a white man to see a black woman as lacking the same spark of the divine that lent him his humanity. When he looked upon the woman, she was stripped of her own dreams, her own opinions, her own aspirations. She was nothing but an extension of the white slave owner’s drives and ambitions. Like a third arm she existed to simply to do his chores.
Something analogous is happening with the growing sexualization of women wherein teen boys are being taught to see young women not as their equals but as the walking fulfillment of their sexual desires. This is an issue I addressed a few years ago in a full-length book called Hating Women, but it’s only gotten worse. I had a seventeen-year-old boy, from a leading prep school, tell me how angry he was at a sixteen-year-old girl he knew because she had gone out on a date with a friend of his and had not given him anything sexual. “Not even a hand job. Can you believe it? She’s just a c—-tease.” He said this with righteous indignation. A girl like that, who refuses to play the role accorded her by a secular society that uses women’s bodies to sell beer, cars, and everything in between, is often called a ‘b—-h’ for not playing ball. Who does this uppity girl think she is anyway, not to give men their rightful due?
That this is attitude is becoming prevalent among teen boys is evident from how the two accused sent pictures of a drunken girl to all their friends, posting them on the internet, and there was no outrage. Just another guy feeling entitled to see a girl as some drunken ‘dead body’ who was there for his erotic enjoyment.
…But is it really too much to ask that when a girl is drunk and helpless, a young man feels the obligation to get her safely home to her parents, enjoying their thanks and the feeling of being a gentleman as something far more pleasurable than whatever sexual thrills her drunkenness can provide?
We males combine within our person the carnal desires of the animal as well as the spiritual transcendence of the uniquely human. The struggle between the two is felt within us constantly. Employing our freedom to choose moral behavior over outrageous indulgence is a serious battle and one that should be helped by an overarching culture that trains boys from their earliest days to respect women as equals and to see in them a divine image rather than the breathing realization of an erotic urge.
And I was a little kid, not yet desensitized to violence […] Jabba’s death scene freaked the hell out of me. It wasn’t a clean blaster shot to the chest or a slice from a lightsaber that sent sparks flying or made you turn invisible. There were struggles, and flailing, and twitching limbs. The shots are close-ups, and very dark—it’s vicious, and vengeful, and physical, and very very personal.
So for me, wearing that gold bikini does not mean Here I am, a sexy toy for your amusement and gratification.
To me, that gold bikini says, If you fuck with me, I will end you.
I WEAR THE GOLD BIKINI OF VENGEANCE.
Tropes Vs. Women in Video Games
Nine months after her successful Kickstarter campaign, Anita Sarkeesian unveils the much anticipated pilot episode of the Tropes Vs. Women in Video Games series, which examines how video games often portray female characters as someone who needs to be rescued.
Hey! Listen! Watch this video, okay?