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pagansphinx · 14 days
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Rest in power, Faith Ringgold. You made beautiful, meaningful work and your legacy will forever be remembered.
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vavandeveresfan · 7 months
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Hail & farewell, Senator Feinstein.
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Dianne Feinstein defied the odds in a field perpetually dominated by men.
From The Washington Post:
In 1969, soon after Dianne Feinstein first made history, a San Francisco newspaper published a bemused feature on her marriage. Headlined “The Big Man in Dianne’s Life,” it centered on her husband, Bert Feinstein, a prominent local surgeon, and began:
“When Mama is in politics, there’s many an unkind query heard about who wears the pants in the family. Such is the fearsome image of a lady politico.”
The fearsome Mrs. Feinstein had recently shocked the town, finishing first in a crowded race for the Board of Supervisors. She was the first woman elected to the city’s legislative body in a half-century — and only the second ever. Capturing the top vote total positioned her to become board president, San Francisco’s second-most influential municipal office after mayor.
For the newspaper, this raised a crucial question:
“Did Dr. Feinstein feel humbled or intimidated now that the little lady was occupying the limelight?”
Oy.
This anachronistic specimen of cringeworthy sexism (and journalistic fatuity) reads today as an artifact of cultural anthropology, a reminder of the mores that Feinstein (and her then-husband, who declared himself neither humbled nor intimidated) confronted as she began her pioneering career.
Feinstein has died at the age of 90. In political time, her demise seems far more than the end of a mere era — more like the passing of an eon.
As politician, policymaker and uncommonly private public figure, Feinstein for six decades modeled attitudes, behavior and values that have become increasingly rare. Reliably favoring civility over churlishness, she preferred independent judgment to ideology, pragmatism to partisanship, problem-solving to power-seeking.
“Dianne wasn’t in politics, she was in government,” former Democratic congressman John Burton, her San Francisco contemporary, once said of her, with faint disdain.
Many tributes for California’s longest-serving U.S. senator will no doubt highlight Washington achievements. But any assessment of her historical influence begins with the generations of women who followed her into national and state politics, passing through doorways she was the first to breach: women such as Vice President Harris, former House speaker Nancy Pelosi and former senator Barbara Boxer, to name three from Feinstein’s home area alone.
Among the milestones and high-profile achievements, it’s easy to overlook the long years when Feinstein paid her dues in relative obscurity. From the early 1960s until she became mayor, she persisted through recurring defeats, private anguish and countless petty slights — the prologue to a remarkable career shaped by determination to defy the odds in a field perpetually dominated by men.
It is commonplace for politicians to set forth self-regarding narratives of tribulation overcome, but Feinstein eschewed personal revelation and confession — although she had plenty of authentic material for both. Though raised in privilege, she and her two sisters were physically and emotionally abused by their mentally ill, alcoholic mother. The family’s painful secrets were not discussed outside their fashionable Presidio Terrace home; behind closed doors, Dianne bore the brunt of her mother’s eruptions and struggled, as the eldest, to protect her siblings.
In the early 1960s, she ended a disastrous first marriage; as a divorced single mother, when both still carried a whiff of social scandal, she gained a foothold in politics via an appointment to the California Women’s Board of Terms and Parole. For 10 days every month, for nearly five years, she left her little girl with a babysitter to travel to the women’s state prison at Chino. During her term, the board there adjudicated nearly 5,000 cases of female prisoners — abortionists, arsonists and burglars, murderers, swindlers and thieves — plunging Feinstein into the core of the criminal justice system.
But when she won a national award for her work in local jail reform, a big story about it was headlined “A pretty expert on crime,” a harbinger of how often coverage focused less on her ideas than on her appearance — the “raven-haired beauty” in the “fashionable blue Norell original with a bolero top and wide white belt” was “sufficiently eloquent to divert the minds of the mostly male members of the club from her stunning good looks.”
Twice in the 1970s, San Francisco voters overwhelmingly rejected her bid for mayor, apparently uneasy at the notion of a female chief executive. The sting of those defeats was slight, however, compared to the sorrow of nursing Dr. Feinstein, her beloved second husband whose name she kept, after his 1976 cancer diagnosis and through his lingering death two years later.
In despair, she just kept going to work, confronted by a new board of supervisors, including Harvey Milk, the nation’s first prominent gay officeholder, and an ex-cop named Dan White, whose clashing personalities and politics she tried to mediate and balance.
But on the morning of Nov. 27, 1978, long-simmering hatred and grievances over politics, personality, race and sexuality exploded in terrible violence, as White murdered Mayor George Moscone and Milk.
In an instant, Feinstein had attained the job she’d so long sought, in the worst way imaginable.
In the aftermath, as one of the first female mayors of a major U.S. city, she guided San Francisco with compassion, dignity and skill. She responded early and effectively to the AIDS epidemic and managed thousands of other day-to-day crises and mundane affairs with diligence and industry.
Nine years later, she left office with lofty ratings and a formidable political brand. In 1990, she became the first woman nominated by a major party to run for governor in California. Though narrowly defeated, Feinstein effectively won by losing, gaining statewide and national recognition that installed her as a front-runner for a U.S. Senate seat in 1992.
She triumphed that November, her victory a centerpiece of what the media termed the “Year of the Woman,” as the political energy of female voters, triggered by the Anita Hill-Clarence Thomas hearings one year earlier, shaped elections across the nation.
It was a pivotal moment for politics — and for Feinstein. As she embarked upon the second three-decade act of a historic political career, the chauvinism and misogyny she had faced for a quarter-century began to be recognized and called out.
“Up until this election being a woman has not been an asset,” she told a reporter back then. But now, “women have become symbols of change.”
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You have two chances to see "Trailblazing Women in Ohio Politics" this month, tomorrow March 2 at 7PM at the Maumee Indoor Theatre and March 21 at 7PM at the Bowen-Thompson Student Union. Come and learn more about women in Ohio politics.
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larkspurglove · 1 month
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Broke: Dr Ratio and Alhaitham would get along
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Bespoke: Ruan Mei and Dottore are the real crossover academia duo that we should be talking about
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aceart-jpg · 10 months
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Stelle
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i just think they’re neat
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spooky-activity · 2 months
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Yeah I play Honkai Star Rail for the plot
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cannedels · 9 months
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I love the dialog options in Star Rail so much. I love just flirting with the women. Thank you translation team, you're doing god's work.
-Buy a sketch from me-
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International
Women‘s Day 2024
— To my favorite girls in rock —
This international women’s day is for these two incredible ladies. Immensely talented, candidly beautiful, tremendously underrated. They were trailblazers in their profession. At a time where the rock & pop music scene was dominated by male only bands, such as The Beach Boys or The Beatles, and crowds were bowing to rock-gods such as, Jimmy Page or Roger Daltrey, Christine McVie and Stevie Nicks were right up there with them. Women, as anything else than pretty faces and background singers were scarce in 1970s leading bands. Among Grace Slick, Joan Jett, Ann and Nancy Wilson of Heart and of course ABBA‘s leading gals Agnetha and Frida, they were in good company but still leading ladies in rock bands were a rare breed.
Christine Anne Perfect had been in a band called Chicken Shack over in the old country when she married the bassist of Fleetwood Mac and finally joined his band in 1970. After their founding member and frontman had left the band (and in some ways also this universe), the rest of them, consisting of a rhythm section and two guitar players found themselves somewhat lost and in need of a fresh spark. The spark came in the shape of Christine (now McVie) a very talented keyboard player with a soulful, mellow voice who conveniently, had already been living with them, having spattered her talent all over the last album they’d made as an all male blues band. After a while the music scene in Great Britain had developed in a different direction as the Mac, so they decided to try their luck in the land of dreams — the United States. After initially being promised to be back home by christmas, Christine would stay with the band — abroad — for the next 28 years. She would be a driving force and function as the fierce and headstrong but at the same time caring and peacekeeping den mother of the group, captivating countless souls with her love drunken songs.
In 1975 the somewhat unlucky band that was Fleetwood Mac found themselves in need of personell once again. After all of their lead guitarists had either gone insane, joined a cult, were fired for infidelity or left to do their own thing, in particularly that order, the band anew, was missing a crucial part of their lineup leaving them with an uncertain future. Their luck seemed to have turned as a new guitarist was quickly found, only to discover that he came as a package — with a girl.
Stephanie Lynn Nicks was the grand daughter of an understated country singer who took little Stevie on stage when she was only five years old. Having grown up around music, writing songs since she was a teenager, she was trying to make it big with her boyfriend in the city of angels. Her dreamy lyrics and hoarse, rusty voice was a welcome contrast to Christine‘s neat and upbeat love songs and it was soon clear she would fit right in. Even after splitting with the very boyfriend that brought her into the band, she would stay on as the main focalizer and diligent contributor for decades to come.
Both of those women were in their own way unique and oh so contraire but still stuck together, having each others backs. Neither jealousy nor competition seemed to be able to break them apart. They were co-existing in the sometimes toxic but oh so vital eco-system that was Fleetwood Mac forming a symbioses, as friends, keeping each other sane and most importantly alive and kicking — kicking in the glass ceiling that was the male dominated scene of 70s music and thus paving the way for so many talented young girl-singers, songwriters and musicians to come.
Christine once casually stated in an interview upon being asked if she ever felt the got enough credit, that nobody ever really said, ‘thanks for groundbreaking‘, so here it is: Thank you, ladies. Thank you, Christine McVie, queen of the keys and Stevie Nicks, goddess of the stage, for groundbreaking, for being role models in many more ways than just your talent in music. Thanks for sticking up for each other, for lifting each other up instead of taking each other down, for showing us what true and honest sisterhood is all about. Thank you from the bottom of the heart of just another girl out there trying to make it.
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sbrown82 · 11 months
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TINA TURNER (November 26, 1939 - May 24, 2023)
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lgbtiwtv · 1 year
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lestat de lioncourt inventor of baby trapping AND only person on earth to ever experience reverse parasociality
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pagansphinx · 1 month
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Women's History Month
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Louise Bourgeois (French/American, 1911-2010) • Arch of Hysteria • 1993 • Bronze, polished patina • Museum of Modern Art, New York City
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lilaccatholic · 6 months
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how do i do it though. how do i let go of the bitterness and the hardness when they kept me "okay" for so long? does it come when i finally leave? can it ever?
#babes i actually relate to the frigid angry woman more than im comfortable with but this time there's no prince coming to save her and idk#i was never beautiful but i was and am angry and capable and that's served me well but being angry is exhausting#it's a birthright i can't give to a younger sibling. it doesn't transfer.#i dont inspire devotion. there's no version of this that ends with me waltzing with a true love.#im not the type you launch a thousand ships for.#so what's left?#who am i when i have no one? when ive spent my life making *me* less to make others more? when im nothing but a useful piece of furniture.#i know God loves me! i love Him! but it's not the same. i want *people* to love me. i want to be someone that theyd fight for.#im feeling that 'women have minds and hearts but im so lonely' scene from little women 2019 so much right now.#except im not jo. my family loves me but theyd never do for me what jo's would do for her. theyre also all focused on surviving.#i feel like a military ration. there to be consumed but cast aside the moment something more palatable comes around.#how do i become consumed with joy? how do i let go of the cynicism? its all thats kept me safe! but its choking me too.#its like tony stark in iron man 2. the thing thats kept me alive this far is killing me. i need to find an alternative but its looking like#ill have to synthesize a new element to make it happen and that freaks me out.#ive always been derivative. never an individual. how do i become a trailblazer when my job was always to hold the hand of the one blazing#the trail? how do i become myself happy and free?#because i WANT to be more#i WANT to be more than anger and coldness and a useful idiot. i WANT to be me and be so so happy#but i dont know how to get there#and if someone suggests therapy im shooting you. i dont want to listen to one more person pretend to care about me and tell me#all the things i need to change and spend even longer not learning how to think for myself#i want to be more than this. but i also cant stand the thought of taking up any more space than i do#anyway.#anyone who's read all this thank you and i promise im fine im just in my feelings today lol#im going to work out and get some happy brain chemicals flowing and then ill take a shower and itll all be good.#please dont worry about me! im just having A Moment TM#lilac rambles
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revserrayyu · 2 months
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Happy International Women's Day ft: a handful of my favorite Star Rail ladies
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hoodienanami · 12 days
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Pauline Murray, lead singer of Penetration showing off her loyalty to the Sex Pistols with a God Save The Queen pin (picture by Derek Ridgers)
like many British kids in 1976, Pauline was inspired to form her own punk band after seeing the Sex Pistols preform. she was also inspired to start thinking more about politics because of the lyrics of the Sex Pistols' songs
Lyrically [Johnny Rotten] was speaking about things that you’d never heard before, saying ‘God save the queen, she ain’t a human being’ – you’d have been hung for heresy like a hundred years ago to put that sort of thing out into the public. Pretty Vacant, all of that, it just seemed to reflect what was going on at the time, people were very complacent. I’d never really heard, I mean I’d heard a lot of music up to that point, but I’d never really heard anybody spout those sorts of lyrics with that sort of anger, and the anger was like a driving force. So politically, up to that point, I hadn’t really thought that much about politics even though it ruled our lives. You know, you’re just a young person getting on with your life, but it made you aware, because it was so anti-establishment, it made you more aware of what the establishment actually was. It was very inspiring and eye-opening and empowering. Obviously, I’d never have been in a band had that not have happened. - Pauline Murray
Pauline's sense of empowerment extended to her gender as well. she's one of the many people to point out that the punk movement in England was one of the first attempts in music history to put women on equal footing with men
I was a member of the band, I was doing my own thing, writing my own lyrics and women didn’t really do that prior to that. Yes, you’ve got your Joni Mitchells and all that, but in the mid-70s women were just backup singers and had to look pretty. With the punk thing it was the opposite, you didn’t want to look pretty, well personally – I mean you’ve got people like Debbie Harry who looked very pretty anyway – but from our point of view you wanted to dress down in a way. You didn’t want to look pretty, you didn’t want to be seen as a sex symbol, you wanted to be seen for what you were actually doing – for the music and what it actually was. [...] If women wanted to take out a loan, single women, they had to get their father’s signature, and that’s 1975, that sort of tells you where women were at at that point in time. I mean it was starting to change but, as I say, people like The Slits and what have you, they weren’t pandering to being sex symbols, let’s put it that way. They were more interested in expressing themselves and they were part of the punk movement. I think the men involved in the bands were… I was going to say fairly protective of the women, but I think you were actually there just doing your thing and having to look after yourself, in reality. - Pauline Murray
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Doyenne of Punk
Vivienne Westwood, 1941 - 2022
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