honorrrr asked:

don't suppose my embarrassing auntie could recommend me one or two of the best feminism books you've ever read? i'm not a big reader at the moment but wouldn't mind getting into a couple real good ones, like maybe by better known authors/researchers or whatevs

ellakrystina answered:

Errr I’m gonna answer this publically so that others can pitch in. I’m really shit at reading for pleasure but I did read a few listed below in full a few years ago which I remember to be good:

  • The Equality Illusion - Kat Banyard
    This is very good as an introduction to feminism and current mainstream issues but since I think you know your stuff now having been on tumblr etc so long, I think this may be a bit obvious to you. However it is a very good read and was on my reading list for one of my sexuality modules last year.

  • Delusions of Gender: The Real Science Behind Sex Differences - Cordelia Fine
    I think you’d really enjoy this as you’re all sciencey and junk. I never actually got to the end of this book because I’m a terrible reader and I get distracted very easily. However I really wish I did get to the end of this. It’s written by a Neuroscientist who basically exposes a lot of bullshit sexist science and the ways science is used to justify sexual discrimination/sexism.

  • Living Dolls: The Return of Sexism - Natasha Walter
    This is a good book HOWEVER I do not subscribe or agree to everything the author paints as bad. The book is all about how sexism has been repackaged as empowerment and in this sense she does have a point. She also makes good points about sexist myths and sexist socialisation. However she is very anti pornography and sex work/pole dancing. So do be weary of that, depending on where your views lie on those issues. And while I think of it, I have the feeling that Kat Banyard’s book also has a chapter against sex work/sex industry, but presses the issue much less than Living Dolls.

  • The Sexual Politics of Meat - Carol J. Adam
    Again, I never got the the end of this book as I’m easily distracted. It’s quite theoretical (although I wouldn’t say that you need to have any background knowledge of anything to read it) and tbh it felt much more academic to me than the other books listed. As I know you’re veggie you may be interested, this book tries to draw similarities between society’s treatment of women with the treatment of animals. Like, our consumption of animal resources/bodies and women’s. How raped/abused women may describe themselves feeling like a ‘piece of meat’ during their abuse, and how their language shows something. Now, I do take issue personally with her likening of women’s rights and animal rights, but I do get her point. Anyway, it looks like it should be an interesting read, and it has some pictures and artwork in it YAY.

  • Wetlands - Charlotte Roche
    Firstly, this is a novel and not a feminist manifesto whatsoever. However I have only just started to read this book and omg it’s great. It’s a diary of a cisgirl who just describes everything so vividly about her bodily functions. For example, the first chapter literally opens with her describing her haemorrhoids in graphic detail and how they never really got in the way during vag or anal sex, but how they’ve always been there. And then there’s a chapter I’ve had read out to me by a friend a little later in the book about this girl describing her discharge and how it slides out while she wees and she can see it floating on the top of the toilet water. And it’s all very tmi and apparently the story gets very weird but omg it’s just so different and raw and it’s just all about stuff that you’ve probably never discussed with anyone before and ahhh. Again, I’ve added it to this list, not because it’s necessarily a feminist piece/manifesto, but because it’s just so real to ciswomen, ahhh.

Also, as a final note, none of these really deal with racial/class issues at all imo. But I am sure there are some good books that extend outside the Western white women’s perspective on things.

potashium littlebigangrygirl

^^ tagging you two in again as you guys may be able to offer some extra suggestions :)


I really like ‘a room of ones own’ as a historical feminist book, love a bit of woolfy! Also Faustian-sterlings work on the construction of sex. potashium how was the pennie Laurie book?

haha I was just typing a reblog about how I’d been looking for books on gender and class but haven’t finished the Laurie Penny book (Unspeakable Things). I really enjoyed what I have read though!

Was also gonna suggest Fausto-Sterling! If you’re interested in gender & science then “Sciences from below” by Sandra Harding talks about science, colonialism & gender. 

Obvs anything by bell hooks is a must.  

For postcolonial feminist theory my recommendations are:

Mohanty, C. T. (2003). Feminism Without Borders: Decolonizing Theory, Practicing Solidarity.

 Naravan, U. (1997). Dislocating Cultures: Identities, Traditions, and Third World Feminism

I keep meaning to read “This Bridge Called My Back” - pdf

Everyone should read some Spivak but it’s fucking hard so those might be a better place to start. Same with Judith Butler, brilliant but difficult. 




muji spice book

Traveling with your spice rack is not ideal. This is why Japanese company, Muji, has made a book of spices to make flavoring your food while away from home a little bit easier.

This book from Muji is full of pages that are made of spiced paper, which dissolve from the heat and moisture of cooking. Now that kick of white pepper or red chili is just a tear away. And, since it is compact and perfectly portable, the Muji spice book is ideal for when you’re traveling!

<3 Muji


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So anyway, I was having this argument with my father about Martin Luther King and how his message was too conservative compared to Malcolm X’s message. My father got really angry at me. It wasn’t that he disliked Malcolm X, but his point was that Malcolm X hadn’t accomplished anything as Dr. King had.

I was kind of sarcastic and asked something like, so what did Martin Luther King accomplish other than giving his “I have a dream speech.”

Before I tell you what my father told me, I want to digress. Because at this point in our amnesiac national existence, my question pretty much reflects the national civic religion view of what Dr. King accomplished. He gave this great speech. Or some people say, “he marched.” I was so angry at Mrs. Clinton during the primaries when she said that Dr. King marched, but it was LBJ who delivered the Civil Rights Act.

At this point, I would like to remind everyone exactly what Martin Luther King did, and it wasn’t that he “marched” or gave a great speech.

My father told me with a sort of cold fury, “Dr. King ended the terror of living in the south.”

Please let this sink in and and take my word and the word of my late father on this. If you are a white person who has always lived in the U.S. and never under a brutal dictatorship, you probably don’t know what my father was talking about.

But this is what the great Dr. Martin Luther King accomplished. Not that he marched, nor that he gave speeches.

He ended the terror of living as a black person, especially in the south.

I’m guessing that most of you, especially those having come fresh from seeing The Help, may not understand what this was all about. But living in the south (and in parts of the midwest and in many ghettos of the north) was living under terrorism.

It wasn’t that black people had to use a separate drinking fountain or couldn’t sit at lunch counters, or had to sit in the back of the bus.

You really must disabuse yourself of this idea. Lunch counters and buses were crucial symbolic planes of struggle that the civil rights movement used to dramatize the issue, but the main suffering in the south did not come from our inability to drink from the same fountain, ride in the front of the bus or eat lunch at Woolworth’s.

It was that white people, mostly white men, occasionally went berserk, and grabbed random black people, usually men, and lynched them. You all know about lynching. But you may forget or not know that white people also randomly beat black people, and the black people could not fight back, for fear of even worse punishment.

This constant low level dread of atavistic violence is what kept the system running. It made life miserable, stressful and terrifying for black people.

White people also occasionally tried black people, especially black men, for crimes for which they could not conceivably be guilty. With the willing participation of white women, they often accused black men of “assault,” which could be anything from rape to not taking off one’s hat, to “reckless eyeballing.”

This is going to sound awful and perhaps a stain on my late father’s memory, but when I was little, before the civil rights movement, my father taught me many, many humiliating practices in order to prevent the random, terroristic, berserk behavior of white people. The one I remember most is that when walking down the street in New York City side by side, hand in hand with my hero-father, if a white woman approached on the same sidewalk, I was to take off my hat and walk behind my father, because he had been taught in the south that black males for some reason were supposed to walk single file in the presence of any white lady.

This was just one of many humiliating practices we were taught to prevent white people from going berserk.

I remember a huge family reunion one August with my aunts and uncles and cousins gathered around my grandparents’ vast breakfast table laden with food from the farm, and the state troopers drove up to the house with a car full of rifles and shotguns, and everyone went kind of weirdly blank. They put on the masks that black people used back then to not provoke white berserkness. My strong, valiant, self-educated, articulate uncles, whom I adored, became shuffling, Step-N-Fetchits to avoid provoking the white men. Fortunately the troopers were only looking for an escaped convict. Afterward, the women, my aunts, were furious at the humiliating performance of the men, and said so, something that even a child could understand.

This is the climate of fear that Dr. King ended.

If you didn’t get taught such things, let alone experience them, I caution you against invoking the memory of Dr. King as though he belongs exclusively to you and not primarily to African Americans.

The question is, how did Dr. King do this—and of course, he didn’t do it alone.

(Of all the other civil rights leaders who helped Dr. King end this reign of terror, I think the most under appreciated is James Farmer, who founded the Congress of Racial Equality and was a leader of nonviolent resistance, and taught the practices of nonviolent resistance.)

So what did they do?

They told us: Whatever you are most afraid of doing vis-a-vis white people, go do it. Go ahead down to city hall and try to register to vote, even if they say no, even if they take your name down.

Go ahead sit at that lunch counter. Sue the local school board. All things that most black people would have said back then, without exaggeration, were stark raving insane and would get you killed.

If we do it all together, we’ll be okay.

They made black people experience the worst of the worst, collectively, that white people could dish out, and discover that it wasn’t that bad. They taught black people how to take a beating—from the southern cops, from police dogs, from fire department hoses. They actually coached young people how to crouch, cover their heads with their arms and take the beating. They taught people how to go to jail, which terrified most decent people.

And you know what? The worst of the worst, wasn’t that bad.

Once people had been beaten, had dogs sicced on them, had fire hoses sprayed on them, and been thrown in jail, you know what happened?

These magnificent young black people began singing freedom songs in jail.

That, my friends, is what ended the terrorism of the south. Confronting your worst fears, living through it, and breaking out in a deep throated freedom song. The jailers knew they had lost when they beat the crap out of these young Negroes and the jailed, beaten young people began to sing joyously, first in one town then in another. This is what the writer, James Baldwin, captured like no other writer of the era.

Please let this sink in. It wasn’t marches or speeches. It was taking a severe beating, surviving and realizing that our fears were mostly illusory and that we were free.

Daily Kos :: Most of you have no idea what Martin Luther King actually did 

Reblogging this so I can come back to it in the spring when I teach the Civil Rights Movement to my 5th graders. 

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Reblogging this for all the non-black people who like to quote MLK like he’s theirs.

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False rape accusations are an anomaly.

True rape accusations are a norm.

You’re, quite literally, more likely to be killed by a comet than falsely accused of rape.

Re-blog now, read later.

"Because 1 in 33 men will be raped in his lifetime, men are 82,000x more likely to be raped than falsely accused of rape. It seems many of us would do well to pay more attention to how rape culture affects us all than be paranoid about false accusers.”



fun fact: the reason that the plural of goose is geese but the plural of moose is not meese is because goose derives from an ancient germanic word undergoing strong declension, in the pattern of foot/feet and tooth/teeth, wherein oo is mutated to ee. however ‘moose’ is a native american word added to the english lexicon only ~400 years ago, and lacks the etymological reason to be pluralized in that way.

Oh baby.  Keep talking dirty to me.