I think the last Endeavour episode killed me, I just haven’t come to terms with the fact that I’m dead yet.
women don’t get to wear pants that are made for boys. women wear special lady pants. and if we dress “like boys” legitly, we’re punished. so right off the bat, we need to recognize that the notion that women have special clothing privileges is utter bullshit. (our clothing is also used as a method to blame us for being victims of crime.)
beyond that, we also need to recognize that women’s clothing is used to mark us as “lesser” and “subordinate,” while men’s clothing is used to mark power, utility, importance, and arguably “authenticity” (while women’s fashion is “shallow/fake”).
when men are punished for wearing a dress, they are being punished for being “weak” or “subordinate” (woman-like). when women are punished for wearing pants, they are being punished for subverting subordination. there’s a constantly changing continuum of this general dynamic.
we can’t equate our clothing restrictions because they’re rooted in different problems. more importantly, we should never frame women as “privileged” with the right to behave like a man/powerful person (as that image does by saying we can “wear pants”). it just isn’t true.
that’s also a very spurious assumption because it accepts that women can ‘wear pants’ as if that has always been a static and ‘allowed’ thing, and not like the truth, which is that in my parent’s lifetime it was still a struggle being fought.
This is the reason why my pants from the Women’s Section have pockets that are 1” deep and only three belt loops, while my pants from the Men’s section have standard pockets and five belt loops.
This is why pants from the Men’s Section are sized by Inseam Length x Waist Measurement, so that I can find pants that fit me around the middle and fit my leg length almost to the inch, but women’s pants are generally sized along a 1-18 size chart that rarely takes height into consideration. It may take me an hour to find pants that come in the three varieties of T (tall)/ R (regular) / S (short), if I find them at all.
This is why my shirts from the Women’s Section are designed to give me a flattering neckline and show off my bust, while my shirts from the Men’s Section give me free range of movement.
Women’s “pants” are tailored to do to women what most women’s clothing is designed to do: constrain women’s freedom of movement and cater to the male gaze. Whether it’s pants or skirts, bras or corsets, the effect is the same.
Stargate SG-1: Maternal Instinct
I think my favorite thing about this episode wasn’t the quasi-Buddhist stuff or even the fabulous Master Bra’tac, but rather the last scene:
A bunch of Jaffa get zapped by Oma’s magic lightning and the gang starts to leave the temple after watching her float away in a ball of light.
But Jack turns around and looks at Daniel, who is a little spaced out, and simply looks with uplifted eyebrows and says, “Shoes?”
Daniel looks down. He’s still barefoot. He looks up with this puzzled look, like a kid who has forgotten where his shoes are.
It’s just a cute nod to the fact that oftentimes, where Daniel is involved, Jack has his own “maternal instincts.”
Update, for any interested
My mom could have died yesterday if my sister had not heard her screaming, but she’s up and about and home from the hospital now.
She’s on the strongest run of antibiotics the doctor will give, since she was mauled in a barnyard (chickens, goats, pig, etc.).
I’m hanging out with her for the day so I’m just glad she’s awake and semi-mobile. We’re watching out for fever and hoping there antibiotics kill off any possibility of infection.
So yeah… just hanging out, being present (which she says helps - I don’t know why but I can dig it) and watching Doc Martin.
Thank goodness for small miracles, right?
i’ll be like 40 w/no kids and people will say “aw i’m so sorry for you” and i’ll be like how was the fucking wiggles reunion tour asshole i went to italy last week for fun and didn’t have to hire a sitter
This is a very sad mentality. To think oneself more important than that of progeny is the sign of a failed human life.
so the wiggles concert wasn’t as good as you thought it would be huh
The best time is in that sweet spot after too much food and too much wine when you’re lying in bed with your earplugs in and you can *just* relax enough and forget that your mom is in the hospital, so you don’t have to deal with the corresponding emotions that such a realization brings.
OR you recognize this fact, buy are able to successfully detach and compartmentalize emotionally enough that everything is chill.
My brother just called and my mom was attacked by our neighbor’s pig. VISCIOUSLY. Her leg was torn open.
Be careful around pigs, you guys. They can do SERIOUS DAMAGE.
It doesn’t exactly help that I’m estranged from my siblings (who are at the house right now).
Looks like I’m not going out with mom tomorrow, since she’s in the hospital *head desk*