It’s like normal graffiti but on a diet.
the shutter was set to 10 seconds except for things with more detail, we then set the camera 20 seconds =) it was lots of fun and a great thing to play with. Just a dark room, some lights that each cost a penny and a good ol’ cannon camera. oh! and a friend to press the button or to draw the pictures for you.
Someone pressed my feminist button. Which happens to be on my arse.
Handsy college people, want to play a harsh game of Russian Roulette? 1 in 4 men and one in 3 woman are assaulted (and not necessarily a one time things- honestly, I’ve lost count!) So when my bum’s groped it makes all these things fly in my head- the need to kick you in the painful area between your knee and ankle, and then the “boy parts”, next the need to scream abuse at you. Why? Because though there are 12 of you young men and I don’t know which on did it, I feel like I could take on you all.
One. Boy. Part. At. A. Time.
Thankfully I had tutor Michelle with me, a fantastic woman who, with out her I wouldn’t have written a statement and reported these rude, cheeky, vile kids, and without her, I’d have attempted to hurt those lads like I wish I could hurt all the other nasty, foolish people in my timeline of assault.
Does this sound nasty? Well I’m helping to bring down a percentage…
Months ago there was a trend on Twitter, (hashtag) something like “I never told…” this was off the back of a statistic that about 95% of rape and 90% of assault goes unreported. Women posted stories of what they’d never reported. Some “trolling” men suggested it was woman’s faults or that it was the right place for us to be lower than men. I was so angry! And yet I never #inevertold.I was scared of my friends reading it.
But today I posted this on twitter.
I felt bold
I still do and I typed, in response to “I never told…”
“So today I’ll say this: I got groped at college today. And it was reported, all with the help and support of my tutor Michelle and Sharon.”
Less than 18 months ago I wouldn’t have felt able to do this. I would blame myself. I still did today, for all of 3 seconds I sat thinking “is it what I’m wearing? Does it matter?” before I thought, “What am I thinking? That’s absolute bull
So what next? Official actions have been taken. And, quite empoweringly, my first installation will be there for all to see for 2 weeks in college reception. What’s it about? Silencing after trauma from assault. Which seems laughable after today!
not just life (John Lennon) but your life, all the tiny actions and decisions, all the forking paths that led you here to this person you are now, who, therefore, as Amanda f * Palmer points out in this stunning song, IS the person you want to be, so...how about loving and accepting yourself?
which will actually change you...to a less judgemental of others, happier and healthier version of yourself...how beautiful!
This is my new nephew! Less than two days old as we speak but we’ve bonded over our love of sleep, being cat-like and having cold feet!
SO, there was inequality.
Then there was feminism and inequality.
Then there was lads mags like nuts and zoo and feminism and inequality.
Then there was girl power and a new wave of brassy broads, lads mags, feminism and inequality.
Then there were men suggesting women are equal, suggesting that women want to be better than men now, they want the best of both words, women should be skinny and should go make them a sandwich and stop complaining, they should… *big breath*… dress up (but not wearing many clothes on a night out), strip down (their body hair and strip for burlesque or pole dancing classes) , cover up (white skin) and undress (for lads mags) terms and conditions apply? *sigh*…. and there were brassy broads, lads mags, feminism and inequality.
So here’s something hilarious because we (women) are obviously over the poopiness of patriarchy now and we’re certainly equal to men these days…
Thanks Chirtle and Mick Shear (see what I did there?)
This lovely chap whose name I won’t mention, he’s famous enough without our help, has written another article to explain that it’s just a joke and only satire! Phew, I feel better now! Now Mick, get in the kitchen, make me a sandwich, don’t worry your pretty little head about it because we understood the joke without your help, we just didn’t find it funny. Men just aren’t as funny as women.
Now, I’ll go work on some jokes about child abuse, a joke about all the women I know personally who have been raped, and sex trafficking. Hey! It’ll be satire, a joke, don’t worry!
Day 4 of the Visual Arts Foundation Degree course and I learned how to make a frame and what sharp, blade-y equipment to use!
LOOK! My first frame! It’s ginormous!
Well, it's not that big...
but later I made an A3 size frame!So proud of my creations.
life is very rich when you have 3 separate visitors in one day who all make you laugh and think about life from different angles. speaking about when the same word means different things to different people set me off wondering about how confusing i must be sometimes. (only sometimes? ;) ha!) i know i have thought through things based on my own life, a life lived in "interesting times" and informed by my easy connection with others who have also lived through unusual, even bizarre experiences, but i will still use a mainstream term quite blithely...