by Shenita Ann McLean

I am a poor Black woman in America.  I have privileges, yes (e.g. cisheterosexual, able bodied, education). But lets understand something here, privileges aren’t linear or additive so its not some easy equation where you add them with disadvantage & they just spit out your statistically likelihood to get fucked over or get over on someone else.  So let me say this again, I am a poor Black woman in America.  And quite frankly, I’m pissed.  But a number of the components of my identity don’t allow me to be pissed/angry/dissatisfied or hell, even tired.  You know why?  Well you probably do.  There is a politic to being a Black woman.  There is a kind of superwomanly otherness associated with such being.  Many of you see “superwoman” & either begin signing that Alicia Keys song or for some odd reason think its a good thing.  Its not.  Strong Black Woman (SBW)! Oh, I’d be rich if I got a penny for every time I have been called that shit. Its not a compliement either.  Being called an SBW is practically equivalent to Superman being called Kal El.  Its within the same complexity and otherness of superwomanhood.  You got the regular name/alias, you got “superwoman”, then SBW hailing from some distant planet that imperialist White supremacist racist cisheteropatriarchal capitalism deems odd where Black women are these Amazonian, freak of nature beings who suffer the pain of their lives & others all with a smile on their face.  The superwomanhood of Black women is not a compliment honey.  Tamara Beauboeuf-Lafontant states, “And herein lies the problem. Because the idea of strength appears to honestly reflect Black women’s extensive work and family demands, as well as their accomplishments under far from favorable social conditions, the concept seems to provide a simple and in fact honorable recognition of their lives” (2009:2).  Let me help you understand why.



You should date a boy who reads. Date a boy who never asks what you spend your money on, because unless you’re going to murder him with it it’s none of his damn business. Date a boy who won’t go through your closet. Date a boy who will use his library card to research how the patriarchy encourages men to disrespect women’s boundries.

Find a boy who reads. You’ll know he does because he’s never talking that shit about “what was she wearing” and “girls only like douchebags” and “check out my sweet-ass fedora”. He’s the one rolling his eyes at the John Green display, the one reblogging your posts about black feminism with that “tell me more” gif from Grease.

He’s the boy who doesn’t invite himself into your personal space; he’s the boy who waits to be invited. When he asks about your book, he’s asking about your book, and when you tell him to hit the bricks, he is the boy who nods, smiles, and Rocky Balboas into the concrete.

You already have a cup of coffee.

Let him know what you think of the word “friendzone”. See if he thinks misandry is real. Understand that if he thinks you’re just trying to sound as intelligent as he is, he’s never even read Ulysses. Ask him to leave you alone with Alice.

If he lies to you?

Leave him.

Date a boy who respects you.

Date a boy who reads.






fucking shit is this for real

this is disgusting. in texas you now need original copies of any name-change documentation, such as marriage or divorce papers, in order to vote - photocopies are not allowed. this will impede 34% of texan women from voting.





Spread this like wildfire

This online author (x) write terrible articles that only continue societies sexist views

I’m not saying you guys should all tweet at him

but you should ALL tweet at him and let him know just what you think of this sexist bullshit


Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.

$100 says he’s straight, single and calls himself a “Nice guy.”




The other night I had an incredibly surreal experience. I am part of the Facebook group Wipeout Sexism on FB which posts links to other Facebook pages which contain sexist, explicit, or indecent content with the intention of having the pages removed.

On Tuesday night I saw a post by this group calling out a page called “Muslim Sluts”, so I navigate to the page with the intention of reporting it. But on my way something caught my eye. On the timeline of this group I see what I recognise as a piece of artwork by the London artist Sarah Maple.


If you are familiar with any of Maple’s work you may have noticed that, along with a feminist theme, she also explores her own ethnicity, particularly in combination with a Western upbringing. The piece in question (shown) is named “White Girl”, and is a self-portrait. In the image she is wearing a Hijab paired with pillar box red lipstick, a lit cigarette dangling from her fingertips. This work is a personal favourite, juxtaposing Western symbols of sexuality and divergence with a typically Islamic symbol of modesty.

I was struck by the bitter irony of the presence of this work on such a page, particularly as the caption read “WOW :D WHAT A GREAT SLUT, ;)

”. But worse were the pictures of other women, some in various states of undress, some entirely clothed. If a piece of art can be used in this way, virtually unnoticed, without the knowledge or permission of the artist, it is very likely that many of the girls in these photos have no idea that their images are being used in this way.

One picture in particular caught my attention. It was of two young women, seemingly at a wedding or some kind of social occasion, in colourful clothing (which, may I add, covered their bodies entirely), just smiling at the camera. No raised eyebrows, no red lipstick, no cleavage, nothing overtly provocative whatsoever. It was clear that the people commenting and liking and perusing this page needed no excuse to objectify or sexualise. There was no red flag to the bull. The idea of judging women for what they wear, how they present themselves is no new phenomena, but what I say on this page was far more troubling. These men weren’t judging these women on their clothes or their makeup, they didn’t care if the girls were fully clothed or half naked. These women were sluts because they were women.

I messaged Maple to let her know about the use of her image and told her about the images of other women, and she swiftly got back to me, appalled at what she had seen on the page, appreciative of being made aware of this. The page appears to have since been removed, but there are other pages like it, and it serves as a troubling indicator that misogyny needs no excuse.


this is why MRAssholes are the worst shit on the planet:

You can just tell me what happened, then go off and cry, or go on Oprah, or do whatever it is women do when they think that someone has raped them. I will sort through all the details and then come back to you later, after I have had some time to make a considered and complete evaluation.

I will be the one to decide if you were raped, or just someone who was temporarily inconvenienced.

I have to tell you, though, that I am not one to just go around calling every claim a rape on behalf of women just because they drum up a few tears, or have a few bruises to show off.

Like that girl at Steubenville; the one who partied a little too hearty and then just happened to be penetrated by some of the guys she was partying with. Opportunistic sex? Yeah. Rape? No, not rape. Not even close.

All the outrage I read about the sympathy for the “perpetrators” was way off the mark. These guys needed alcohol and drug education, perhaps a good talking to, but not prison. Prison is for rapists, real rapists, not a couple of kids that got carried away at a party.



it’s also esp impt to note how transmisogynistic it is to continuously have black female characters played by men considering the legacy of racialized sexism that insists black women are unfeminine, mannish, etc. it plays into the idea that black womanhood is inherently a drag performance.

these decisions do not occur in a vacuum, and they have legitimate consequences for cis women, and life-threatening consequences for trans* women.

There need to need to be enough senior women politicians and broadcasters that their cleavages and their shoes become un-noteworthy," she said. "The real test for a critical mass is when there are as many mediocre women at the top of our businesses as there are men.