How I became a feminist: My origin story and the importance of meltdowns. — Medium
Women are not defined by sex or past abuse or boobs. We are just humans trying to figure the world out, like anyone else.
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. I’ve been criticised too for speaking out but really only by white male photographers who I don’t particularly think understand anything more complex than high-key lighting a bikini, and have seemingly never questioned anything before, happy in their soft Matrix cocoon.
Because images are what destroyed me, I know how powerful they can be. We are constantly being presented with images of women as idiots, as flouncy sex vessels, as sirens, illuminating the landing strip for your cum. Coy, virginal, youthful, never ageing, fully passive, inviting, the camera a predator, leering, abusive, an instrument of ownership, of dominance. We all know the abusive, aggressive nature of the fashion industry, we all know about abusive photographers, we all are aware of the casting couch. We, we the photographers, are the actual people creating these images. Not the editor, not the newspaper editors, not the readers, not the viewers. We made these. What if we… stopped. Just tomorrow, all photographers just stopped providing them and instead just portrayed women as people. This isn’t about censorship. This is about making the world a better place. This is about taking responsibility for treating people well. For not abusing an entire gender. And while doing that, negatively affecting the male gender. Don’t kid your idiot selves that by being an implicit part of abuse is a noble stance against censorship. Because all this awful portrayal of women leads also to the limited, narrow, heteronormative portrayal of men. Of alpha males, of strong, emotionless men. Of men who treat women like crap, of lads, of virgin-chasing, sex-chasing, lager drinking, violence-loving morons. Those are the standards for men.
meanwhile the internet, even the courts, are obsessed with what women are even wearing when they are raped. When they are RAPED. My god. What an insane, pathological obsession.
But it was the one The Times chose.
Not for validation but because men need to be excited about change, as this is about them as much as it is about women. I needed to know that men realised that all this is for them as much as it is for us. It is about making the world a better place for all of us. Feminism is not about women. It’s about everyone.
Here’s the thing. We are all photographers.
Be aware of cultural and historical context, realise how hard people are fighting around the world and dying just to be regarded as equals and imagine what a fucking dick you have to be to just casually publish a reductive image of thighs, even if it’s just on your Instagram.