nprfreshair:

Music for your Morning: NPR Music is streaming Beach House’s Bloom in its entirety. Enjoy!

(via First Listen: Beach House, ‘Bloom’ : NPR)

good:

It’s Time to Bust the Myth That Girls Don’t Like Science

Research shows that girls are interested in STEM fields, but aren’t given information about the opportunities. If schools focus their efforts on ensuring that girls are informed about STEM opportunities, the number of women becoming computer scientists, engineers, and mathematicians is sure to soar.

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leightd:

this picture reminds me of teaching.

srsly tho. this is the greatest.

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thedailywhat:

PSA of the Day: Pfizer has issued a recall notice for over 1 million birth control pill packets — marketed by Akrimax Rx Products in the US — because they may inadvertently raise the risk of pregnancy.

According to the pharmaceutical company, the recall applies to packets that were accidentally shipped with too many or too few active tablets. The imbalance in proper dosage of the drugs is not dangerous, but may elevate the chance a woman taking these pill would become pregnant.

Pfizer says the root cause of the mixup was both mechanical and QA-related. A spokeswoman assured customers it has been since sorted out.

This recall could not come at a worse time for Pfizer, which just today announced a decline in fourth-quarter profits, which it attributes to generic alternatives for their best-selling products.

To see if your packet of Pfizer birth-control pills is being recalled, review the list of lot numbers on the FDA website.

[abcnews / wsj.]

what the. add this to the shit list of today…

good:

Give Komen the Pink Slip: Five Ways to Support Women’s Health for All

The Susan G. Komen for the Cure Foundation is no longer supporting Planned Parenthood because the organization is being investigated by legislators who oppose abortion rights and want to make doubly sure federal funds aren’t being used for abortions. 

This decision implies that the only women who deserve to receive breast cancer screenings are those who can afford a private doctor.

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The moral of the story is this: The average American woman has enough strikes against her when it comes to our befuddling health care system. We sit in crowded waiting rooms for hours; we struggle with insurance providers (if we have insurance at all); we battle strangers and our own conscience just to get a goddamn cancer screening. Just to be proactive. Just to do the things that Susan G. Komen for the Cure urges us to do.

And I mean, for what? To get berated? To be told that, because our best option for treatment and education also happens to be pro-choice, we should be punished? I’ve sat in rooms with these women, these Planned Parenthood patients, for hours. The best way to describe them is tired. The 30-year-old divorcee who lost her insurance when she lost her husband. The teenager who’s there to get birth control. The woman who might be pregnant — who hopes she’s pregnant! — and needs to see a doctor. And yeah, those of us who are there to get annuals, who are there to get a routine breast examination. We’re tired of the pomp and circumstance that comes along with taking responsibility for ourselves. We’re tired of being told we’re bad. We’re tired of organizations like Susan G. Komen insisting we take a proactive stance on our health and then backing away from us like we’re lepers because we can’t afford to sit in a polished private practice and get felt up by some blonde who graduated Duke and summers in Tahoe.

read this, and then we’ll talk about structural inequality and how basically ALL SHIT IS FUCKED UP.

Teenage girls, it seems, are more likely to exhibit extreme and bizarre psychological symptoms than are teenage boys.

Alright, so hurray for Roe v. Wade.  People who can get pregnant don’t have full humanity unless they have the right to control their own bodies.  And hurray for reproductive justice, which reminds us that reproduction is a far larger issue than abortion, an issue that urges us to make the world a place worth living in.

once again, thank you Alison.

kneenaraheja:

Hey y’all, I’m Kneena.  This article was written about me protesting the Rick Santorum event in Mount Pleasant, South Carolina. The article is inaccurate in ways that are offensive and uncomfortable both to me, and others that were involved. I want to be sure that everyone knows I was not acting alone. I was working with twenty other people, some of them from Occupy Charleston and some of them from the Radish Collective (a group of radical queers working to destabilize Charleston). By portraying me as the “lone transgender” the media was able to diminish how scary I really am. I went into the rally with the goal to introduce the narritives of trans visibility and queers being violent into mainstream media. The press was able to erase the twenty people I went their with and portray me as a lonely, deluded freak.The first question the interviewer from buzzfeed asked me was weather I was there alone or not, and I told her I was there with twenty other people, but obviously she had already written her story.

The article stated that I was born biologically male. I wasn’t, I am female assigned at birth, and when I was 18 I learned that I am Queer Bodied ( a term that I am using to mean that I am neither male or female, but not able to get down with the term intersex). I would’ve told this to the interviewer, but she never asked. She only asked if I was trans, and I said yes.

I do not think the labeling of me as a transwoman was an accident. ( I want to take a second here to say that I respect transwomen so much, and that I am not trying to distance myself from this label. I was just not assigned male at birth) In the picture you can sort of see my beard,and I was rocking it so  hard while also dressing super femme that day. The tension caused by my visible beard and my femme attire is central to my queer identity, however many people see me and label me as a “Sloppy tranny.” Images of transwomen in media are always seen as dangerous and deceptive (super hot girl who turns out to secretly be a man) or as comical ( a man in a dress!). By viewing me as a sloppy tranny I am often seen as an emasculated man (incapable of defending myself), and an unsuccessful woman. In this way the media was able to use transmisogyn to mock and invalidate my identity as a queer radical renegade which allowed readers to see me as comical figure and not as a dangerous one.

I was trying to push a narrative of queers bashing back and being violent not because I necessarily believe that violence is all around the answer. Reading about police brutality towards the occupy movement today, I was feeling indebted to those who have chosen to peacefully protest in the face of blatant violence. I felt jealous, because being non violent is not an option for me. It’s even less of an option for me now that the Huffington Post and other media outlets have outed me as a transwoman.

Living in Charleston as a visible queer trans body of color means sacrificing safety. I do not leave my house without knives, because I am physically confronted at least once a month, but sometimes twice a week. I am verbally assaulted at least once a day if not more. I have come to know violence intimately, because even if I can (and have!) escape the bigots that chase me with rocks and knives I cannot always escape the fear they surround me with. When people like Rick Santorum suggest that gays don’t have the right to exist, he is asking his followers to stamp them out.

I have become to familiar with what it means to be an object of bigotry. When people look at me I can tell that they are angry that I feel that I have the right to exist. I know that they, like me, are committing themselves to their activism. They are actively trying to drive freaks like me back into a normative existence, and if we refuse they are happy to drag us to our graves.

I yearn to take the violence doled out against me with a smile, to let myself be beaten to smithereens laughing all the way, but I know that when I do not fight back my face is not blown up across the internet. No one is paying attention. I know that when I am not ready to fight back, I will not fight back, and they will know to. And I know that if I do not fight back, that means that I will let myself be dragged into the trunk of a black van full of college bros looking to lynch a tranny, never to be seen again. If I do not fight back then I will just be another dead queer that the south chewed up and didn’t both to spit out. If I do not fight back, I will quickly become one less queer body, and my fellow renegades will be left on the front lines without me.

I told Santorum and the reporters that the longer you silence queers the harder we will bash back, and that is the truth as I see it, because we are fighting a war where we are being killed everyday,. Our identities and struggles are invisible to the world that refuses to see anything but the white, gender normative, heterosexual, upper middle class.

The world needs to know and respect that the other exists: that there are queers, people of color, poor people, differently abled folx (cognitively and physically), undocumented folx, transfolx, and so much more who are entitled to the same rights. We are here, we have knives and we are coming for our rights.

I hope this has been helpful to read, it was certainly self indulgent to write. I am so thankful to all the support I have recieved from so many people!! Y’all are incredible, I assumed for sure that you would be too normative and embarressed to get down with my fight. If you want to fight the fight with me and all the other renegades, I want you to do that.

There are so many things that you can do to help:

1) Work to make the spaces around you safe. By safe I mean evaluating the actions and words in the space and consciously phasing out violent or offensive terminology. It also means holding people in the space accountable for their words. This can be hard and no fun. However, nothing makes me feel worse than being in a space I thought I was safe in and hearing any of the following: faggot, retard, rape jokes, tranny.

2) Educate yourself. We are born into bigotry, and we are socialized to be bigots. Disengaging from bigotry and oppression is hard. You have to work for it.  It is never an oppressed individuals job to educate you, or let you know about their struggle. It is your job to get down with their struggle.

ok, thank you for reading. If you need any help, or you want to work with me, I am here.

In solidarity,

Kneena