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Of Course I Kicked You

I mean, honestly, what other reaction did you think I would have?! (Nevermind that you don’t read this blog and I probably won’t link you to it.)

What am I talking about? Basicamente, a classmate of mine, P.M. so as to give him some sort of privacy, was being ridiculous. I was working on art during my Study Hall period, during which he has art… so we were in the same classroom. As I’m washing clean the pallete and brushes, he comes around and pulls slightly at my apron’s strings (I wanted to protect my clothes from the paint, duh), and he starts talking about how he liked pulling the bikini straps on girls, and how he had once pulled a 14-year old girl’s straps… and she wasn’t able to catch the top in time. Now, unfortunately, I was still grinning like an idiot because this dude is so ridiculous, I feel like laughing all the time.

But as he goes away, I step forwards and kick him, decently hard too (I hope I don’t leave a bruise…). And he’s all “You kicked me!” several times and by now I was REALLY honestly grinning happily. Well, no shit Sherlock. You just told me about how you apparently liked contributing in sexual harassment (why yes, exposing the breasts of bikini-wearing teenager girls against their will is sexual harassment!), and implied something when you pulled the back of my apron strings! Of course I hit you! You’ve probably seen me punch my friends (well… the guy friends) for saying something stupid, and that is soft!

I mean, geeze. At least it wasn’t like when my friend nicknamed me “Boobs”.

… I mean… seriously…

Ok, end rant.


I Can Dream Of Better Representation in Fantasy

I can envision a future MMOG where character selection starts out with a degendered/desexualized body wherein players can pick and size features such as breasts, hips, and muscle sizes, as well as the gender identity of their character (male, female, transgendered), and where characters can pick the types of clothing they wear so that the same outfit on a male is not automatically pants and on a female not automatically a skirt.

Oh please do. I’d make one female character with the muscles I can only dream of.

Is it too much to ask? When I played WoW, I would wince constantly from the female version of some clothes. Not to mention my then-friend’s Succubus, especially considering how he always made his warlock summon her so I would be irritated.

I can still hear her horrible lines and fawning “seductive” tone. And the objectification of her body…

And there wasn’t even an Incubus for female Warlocks. D <

I’m not a huge gamer, but I really love MPORGS,  when I find the time for them. I love fantasy stories, epic journeys, quests (that aren’t too repetitive and annoying), and I love the interaction you can sometimes find in these games. But honestly? Not a very safe or welcoming place for women or girl gamers.

So at least this is a step in the right direction.

Note: I’m too depressed to write about anything else. Sorry about disappearing, but massive personal upheaval in the family area, and honestly, I just don’t want to talk about it.

I just can’t wait to get away to college.

And a month ago, I couldn’t imagine wanting to leave my family, despite still doing Finacial Aid forms.

Two Decades And We’re In The Same Place

I was asking my mother for some feedback on my Internal Assessment, one of the Written Tasks for my Spanish class. I’m writing an article about how advertising in Peru is sexist by using the male gaze and depicting women as sexual objects to get their products bought, and how this just reinforces stereotypes and the negative traditional views of women.

Turns out my mom had written nearly exactly the same article, about 20 years ago.

On the one hand, since after I read and compared both and found they are pretty damn similar (except that my mom writes much better in Spanish than I do), it’s probably going to be easier to get a good grade on my paper.

On the other, it just depresses me that we still have the SAME issue, 20 years later, affecting women in the same magnitude. That it is an issue that has passed down to the next generation, my generation, and that I am picking up exactly where my mom left off, since she told me that she is “tired” of the same thing over and over again, of reading the same thing.

20 years, and we are still slogging through these infuriating and stupid, commonly toted, repeated, rephrased, remade, recycled, harmful views of women? You’d think that this would be a thing of the past now.

Gods, the way feminism or womanism is needed is so obvious for me, it is hard to stay quiet when people dismiss the movements as unnecessary. Or when a friend tells me we already have the rights, so we are just being bitchy*.

(Note: Bitch in and of itself is pretty mysoginistic language. You might want to check on that)

Why I Am In Love With Soul Eater

I have a very big problem with manga.

More specifically, I have a problem with how girls and women are portrayed in manga. I love Furuba (Fruit Basket) as much as the rest of the fans, but unfortunately, I am tired of an archetype there in shoujo manga. (Shoujo is manga aimed at teenage girls). The main character is usually a ditzy, clueless, innocent highschool girl, who honestly isn’t very interesting. I’m not the only one who saw this trend either. I love the heartwarming story of Furuba, which is the only shoujo I’ve digested so far, but there’s something wrong here. Why are the main characters such… dull and typical girls? Where are the heroines, the strong women I’d like as a role model?

In Naruto, which isn’t shoujo, but aimed at boys, the three girls in Naruto’s year are dull dull dull. I can’t tell you how much I hate Ino and Sakura before they got older (Wait, I still hate Ino). Those two girls spent their time fighting over a boy, working on being pretty, and not on their strength or improvement. Hello, you girls are freaking ninjas- please be asskicking ninjas. Stop being the most disgustingly competitive and vindictive examples I’ve had of middle school age girls- honestly, I want to see better. They weren’t even good at fighting! Thankfully, they get better. Sakura is a highly intelligent girl who has a talent for genjutsu (illusion techniques) and an incredibly precise control of chakra. She becomes the apprentice of one of the Three Sannin, three legendary ninjas, (and while I’m dissapointed she went in the path of a medic, because it correlates to the idea that girls need to be nurturers, gentle healers, she does get a lot stronger), and she can freaking destroy boulders and create great cracks in the ground with a single punch.

After she got older, I quite like Sakura. Ino still seems the same vacant airhead, and Hinata the other one…

Well, I like Hinata. She’s a shy girl who fights incredibly hard against her fears and feelings of inadequacy, her father’s rejection and who still has a lot of potential and abilities to be explored. Unfortunately, most of her role in the story has been that she has a crush on Naruto. I loved how she stood up when she fought Neji, but I still feel her role is to have a crush on him.

So, I’m obviously not too happy with girls and women in manga.

However, I love Soul Eater, both despite and thanks to the girls.

I got into Soul Eater thanks to a friend on deviantArt (rzrdrgn) who linked me to the opening of the anime.

Just in case I don’t insert the video well, click here.

I fell in love with the wacky art style first, head over heels, dashing, falling. The style is AMAZING. I love how the artist plays with perspective, with characterization – it helps give all the panels a lot of movement, and keeps it interesting. The fun wacky style also is easy to look through, draws you in, makes the story flow. And the animation is smooth, amazing – I now agree with all who have told me that Bones is the best animating company. I mean, look at it.

I started reading the manga, which was up to 48 episodes. The first few were alright, if slightly confusing, and the style wasn’t the same- but I loved the idea. I got drawn right into our characters (Except BlackStar… he’s annoying. Take Naruto annoying times 13. Well, he gets better.), the story, the style- I was sold. It’s a fun story, drawing you through the stories. The story deals around technicians, who are working hard to make their weapons, human transforming weapons, into the stronger Death ones. To do this, the weapon has to eat 99 souls that have become evil, and one witches’ soul, and protect the innocent souls from these evil souls and the usually evil witches.

Despite the women. See, there is a lot of cheesecake here. If you don’t like it, don’t follow the links. There is the scene where BlackStar peeks into the girl’s bathing room. There is Blair, the magical cat, who just loves being perverted. There is the time when Death the Kidd (an obsessive compulsive character I love) walks into his two female weapons in a very… sexual bondage pose after they were attacked by a mummy’s bandages. (Warning, this scene is just very strong.) Oh God. The cheesecake, the blatant sexy poses and… boobs. And panty pulling. Spare me! They tone it down in the Anime, but it is still pretty blatant and forever present. *sigh* Why does this have to mar the story? Why must you inflict this to me again and again, when I see it EVERYWHERE? Ok. Stupid. I’m not going to go into the reasons why objectifying women through sexuality is wrong, why even having to portray women and girls as sexy as a must is so frustrating, especially so blatantly.

However, there is Maka.

Maka is the daughter of the best human-weapon, and the technician/weapon master that made him. We never see her formidable technician mother, but she is seen as a strong and amazing technician. Maka wants to live up to this ideal. Maka is a studious, serious and hard working soul who wants to make her weapon, who is ironically named, Soul, better than her father, a womanizer that cheated on her mother. (There’s a lot of humour in this… usually I would dislike it, but Maka’s father is so silly and determined to win his daughter back as he fumbles, that I can’t help laughing.) While I dislike that she wears a miniskirt, she otherwise dresses quite sensibly, with kickass boots and a cool coat. She’s amazing with her Scythe weapon. She’s kickass, strong, and doesn’t take any nonsense. And while she does become afraid, she fights her fears and find the courage to do so without resorting to bad, morally wrong measures. She fucking kicks ass. She’s a strong character, a strong female character that has an actual personality, whose attractiveness is secondary to who she is (although we get lots of jokes at her expense, on the idea that she is not attractive because she is flat chested and young.), and who keeps me interested. She is the one that works to get stronger of her pair. She is the one that loses it at some point, attacking a frikkin powerful magic user with her bare hands and pushes him off a bridge by throwing herself out of it too.

I know, I know, reckless- but for that moment, I was loving Maka so much, because she was being so much that I don’t get from female characters.

She saw that BlackStar, who was far more powerful, and worked hard at being strong, her own way, so she can protect the people she loves. Because the people she is fighting are doing things that are wrong. But I also love how I can identify with her. Maka is an intelligent girl who doesn’t want to be left behind, who wants to be strong, who wants to face her fears. She doesn’t do this out of some sexual trauma, she does this like a hero does and why he/she should want to; by facing her fears and to protect people. She makes mistakes, she can be a bit close minded, she is not the best, (if perhaps the smartest), not the strongest or most initially talented. But she is working hard at this, and damn if she isn’t going to kick ass when she does it.

The other female characters so far, are also more then just their sex appeal – Tsubaki is an amazing weapon with a sensitive, understanding soul. At the beginning, I worried she was too submissive- before I realized how strong she can be, when she decides to fight. However, I am reserving my opinion about the Thompson twins.

But at the end of the day, I want Maka to win.

Despite the horrible cheesecake, Soul Eater is made of win. Great story and characters, developments, art and style – enough to make me love a story. Perhaps if the girls were empty, I would not be able to look past said cake.

But with, strong individual females?

I love you Soul Eater. I love you.


I am much too angry to stop thinking about this. Or to even have the sense to take away that title and modify it to something more tolerable.

Patriarchy. Sexism.



I do not know how to express the burning fury I have. Perhaps because at some level I am still naive, for all that I know and heard about sexual assault, and been at the ends of thankfully soft levels of harassment and discrimination.

But this, this, just breaks the limit. Reaches. The straw that broke. The Camels Back. Drop. Overflowing Glass.


She was defending herself. She was kicking ass, and hitting him with all the fucking right she had to. You think women should be weak, and even if rape is wrong, not fight back? But then, they are always carping that the answer is to have “self defense classes”. WHY THE HELL DO YOU INSIST ON US LEARNING TO FIGHT WHEN WE GET PUNISHED IF WE DO? YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, YOU PRICK, YOU.
So basically, the men are just surprised that a woman could defend herself, and begin attacking her? They’d just seen she had been sexually assaulted. If a man was assaulted, even for a mugging, and he acted exactly like she did, straddle and hit the assaulter, nobody is going to be angry at him. Except the assaulter and family, or perhaps the odd friend. But a man is allowed to be angry, to be strong, to fight.

She fights back, and what do they do?

One guy unclothes and fondles her, and then pushes her into a hell winding circle windmill of hell where they beat up the “bitch who dared fight back”.

Oh I am so sick of you.

I am 16. I am a teenager. A girl. I am a walking target, and every day I walk knowing this. This is why I don’t go on taxis on the street on my own. This is why I tense up if somebody, especially a gang of men, whistles at me. This is why I try to look threatening. This is why I really hate walking on my own, and always bother my friends to help me get home or just walk me back to school, or something, and if I say “I am a girl, I am a target,” they just think I’m paranoid. But hey, look at that article. Look at it. This happened in the USA, a developed country, a safe country, a modern, safer, more feminist country. Now look at where I live- developing, third world machist society with poverty.

Don’t tell me I’m fucking paranoid. Go live in my shoes. They aren’t even very bad. But I am still. Fucking. Afraid.

And Fucking Angry.

I just fully understood what Willow means by the good girl/whore/bitch definition men have of all women. If you are a Good Girl, you are a virgin, always do what told, meek, submissive, pure, will do as told, even lose that virginity, which confuses the definition. The Whore, is the same as sexy, means a lot of sex. And the bitch? The bitch is anything that goes against them.



Let’s breathe for a second…She got beat up for defending herself. Come on. Read that passage.

“A small crowd had gathered, mostly men. Now they seemed shocked. I was supposed to have been a victim, and I was breaking out of the mold. I hit him in the stomach, while clenching my legs around him to prevent another man from pushing me off. In all, it took three men to pull me off my assailant.

He got up and ran off, yelling at me, as if I were the would-be rapist.

“You just assaulted me,” I yelled in my own defense – first to him and then, to anyone who would listen, “He just assaulted me.”

Since the police were shutting down the parties at Celeron, there were thousands of people on the path.

Another man, around 6’1″, approached me and said, “You think that was assault?” and he pulled down my tube top, and grabbed my breasts. More men started to cheer. It didn’t matter to the drunken mob that my breasts were being shown or fondled against my will. They were happy to see a topless girl all the same. I punched him in the face, and someone shoved me into a throng of others. I was surrounded, but I kept swinging and hitting until I was able to break free of the circle they had formed.”

Oh fuck you. Fuck you.

It scares me.

I’m the type of girl who fights back. I have no problem hitting people now, if they hurt me or the people I care about. I’ve gotten past some of my personal barriers.

What if something like this happens to me?

Fuck you machistas de mierda. What if one of my friends is hurt? No, what if any girl of my school is hurt? Lima? All of Peru? It happens. It happens to much. I’m still angry for the girls that are hurt. Afraid for them and me and my friends.

No girl should live up in fear.

Fuck you.


My friend Patrick pointed something out to me that has merit.

We don’t know if the group gang assaulted her because she fought back. It could have been a group of abusive guys who wanted to cop a feel because, well, they were only listening to that “OMG BOOBIES!” instinct that is so apparently cultivated and encouraged. -_-

I’m keeping the original entry, because I value my reaction. I still would get intensively angry at what happened to her, and I know that a lot of women are punished for fighting back.

But I do not really know in this case.

See yous.

PS: I would also like to note that I rarely swear this much. In fact, this is probably the most I have sworn, both in written, thought, or oral form. My friends know how little I swear XD up to the point that sometimes they do hear me swear and they go “I didn’t know you swore!” though they have known me for a year or so. To quote my friend Pat on reading this post: “Wow, that second line [in the Capital Swear Paragraph of Doom in this post] is totally unlike you.” Paraphrasing from what he said. Of course.

Let’s Talk About Music

Today, I will explain a bit of my personal tastes about music, and about what I don’t like in msuic, both in the style, the subject and content, and the stereotype. And I’ll develop a series of posts later going more indepth about this in individual songs, artists, or even a genre. And I will try to stay open minded, but I will also tell you, straight up, what I dislike. Or maybe, hate.

I love music. I can’t live without music. I have a 4 GB ipod thats a bit broken and scuffed, taht I tak everyday to school despite the fact that my dad told me I was not to, I listen to it when I can, I hum randomly, get songs stuck in my head, you know the usual.

I mostly listen to Rock, Emo, Alternative. That side of the spectrum. Don’t ask me to differentiate very well in that side, because I honestly don’t care, I just usually say Rock. I love it. I tend to only listen to the well known bands because, well, I don’t know other bands, or how to search them. Sometimes, last fm gives me some good bands that I still don’t buy to support because I have $10 in itunes a month, and I tend to use it for one $9.99 album. And I, sadly, don’t write the band’s name down, and it is lost to me… forever and for some time. That is why a few days I gave up and started using limewire.

The genres I “hate” are hip hop, rap, and reggaeton. I say hate with quotation marks, not because I really hate them, but because I hate many aspects that seem to reappear in the music genre, and to me, end up personifying it. If I don’t like it stylishly, I won’t give it much crap- its my opinion, but that style is not necessarily wrong. I respect that other people like the music style. I might disagree, but I won’t bother you about it, unless its teasing.

Unless that music genre that goes with that style has things I find unacceptable.

The most obvious, and really, repetitive, problem I have with these genres, is Sexism. Sexism with a captial S. Sexism in the discrimination against women, of opression.

Because I believe that this music is opressing women and girls, who consciously and subconsciously get these messages, and if young and impressible, will end up believing that the best thing she lives for is to wear skimpy bikinis and dance titillingly for men. Or, like me, who have already formed an opinion about sexism, about women and girl’s place in society and about the opression we go through, howl in our minds that the obscene lyrics and videos are widely accepted.

So. Rap, Hip Hop, and Reggaeton.

I know that not all the songs in these genres are hollow, sexist, demeaning, etc, in these genres. But the great majority are, and by association, I tend to step away from any song from that genre. The possibility that I will hear a guy singing rawdily that he “wants to dance closely and then make love” is much too big that I will risk it for an okay song, even a great song. Stylistically, I also dislike these genres- the beats are the same in Reggaeton and rap, the range of subjects the same, the music too similar.  Actually, maybe I should be a bit more specific with each genre.

Hip Hop

I always think of rap and hip hop as related, no matter what. I tend to like hop hop a lot more stylistically- I have heard some pretty nice ones that I still won’t touch because of the subject- so that in that sense, I wouldn’t bother you. The dancing is fun- at least, the guy’s is. The girls… oh dear. You know what I see in hip hop videos? Men who are so obsessed with sexy women it’s like they are horny teenagers. And I see the women they are obsessed over, and what they want them to do. All I can see in the videos is “SEXUAL OBJECTIFICATION SEXUAL OBJECTIFICATION SEXUAL OBJECTIFICATION”  repeatedly. If you can’t see what is wrong about that, go away. No, seriously, go away. If you think women are meant to be sexual objects, or service objects, you don’t deserve any attention, you aren’t worth my time, or that of any self-respecting person.

Hip hop has sprouted a big following Up North, but I would hate to meet it. It would seem this following goes in gangs, wears the same style of clothes, and is generally black. I don’t believe that black people generally are violent, sex obsessed idiots. I think that maybe there are too many like that because of culture, and that black people are getting bad aspersions on this basis. I do know I would be wary of somebody of a black person wearing hip hop clothing- in a way I would not be of a black person wearing any other type of clothing (Unless you would put something like bondage or normal clothes spattered with clothes, but you get the ideas.) The Black Eyed Peas’ “Where is the love?” is one of the few hip hop songs I listen to. The others are in German thanks to Blacklime, and sound pretty cool in my opinion, and since I have no idea what they are saying, I’m generally happy all around.


Rap is… to me it is boring. As far as I understand,  rap is spoken in time to the beat of backgrounds music. I do know that there is more to it then this, but my experience with it makes me push it far far away. If you want to know my impression of rap, it is pretty much the same as that of hip hop, only that stylistically I don’t like it. Most of the time.  But a song or two that I have enjoyed, by Eminem- whom I incidentally generally hate, but damn, these songs touched me- are Stan, Toy Soldiers, and Mockingbird. This shows me a side I can respect- not the same side as the one of “I’m gonna fa****ng cum” or whatever it’s name is. (Incidentally, if you ever want me to hit you, just sing that. I WILL hit you, unless you are BlackLime or my brother.) But the other songs- if you want something that touches you so much it’s almost like you have been hit, that’s it.


I am getting slightly tired, so I’ll try to make this quick. Basically, I only like reggaeton when I dance. So far, to me, it is only good for that. I hate the music stylistically, it always has the same beat, very similar music, same. Fucking. Content. All they talk about is getting laid, sexy women, money, violence, anger, sexy women, drugs, sexy women, money, dancing with sexy women, getting laid. Did I mention how much sexual objectification there is? Go watch a video. I have pretty much the same problems as with all the above, but reggaeton hits closer because I live in Latin America.

I dance to reggaeton when I go out with my friends, and then it is even fun to shout the horrible lyrics. I usually dislike dancing so closely and… suggestively (Suggestively?  I don’t think the word understatement even covers this) to guys I generally don’t know, and even to those I know. But it can be fun, if you do so a bit farther away, or dancing without close contact in a group of girls. No, wait, it rocks. I love those nights.

But I hate the fucking music. Hatehatehatehatehate. Ye Gods, and here I hold my head and moan, why, oh why God, did you give us three versions of the same hateful thing?

Then I remember it was humans who gave it to us, and it makes sense.