Something every new feminist, I think, has to contend with at some point is the question of gender, and what it really is. My own understanding of this question has gone through quite a few evolutions over the years I’ve been interested in feminism and its theory and practice. This post is a bit of a reflection on my own changing understanding of sex and gender and the relationship of the two – nothing cohesive, just some of my own musings over the years.
The first revelation came quite easily, at some point in high school, the idea that sex and gender are not actually the same thing. It’s the most basic realisation of gender studies, social science, anthropology and most humanities fields, and since I picked up on it, it’s felt so commonplace and obvious I have to roll my eyes when my intro to anthropology lecturer spends a whole lecture on it, only to continue to get it wrong throughout … More The Stuff in Between (some thoughts on sex and gender)
Please note that this post discusses sexual violence, victim blaming and rape culture, and may be triggering. Recently there has been a lot of talk about rape culture on the internet and in the media, especially in regards to the Steubenville rape case. You don’t have to look far to see some of the responses … More When will women stop being told to be more careful?
One of the things that often comes up in conversations about sexuality is that people don’t see why sexual orientation and identity has to be that big a deal in people’s lives. It’s an idea that frustrates me a bit, because most of the time that sort of comment will come from someone who actually … More Boxes and Boxes: why bother with orientation at all?
I’m hoping to be back to regular posting in a short time. Until then, here’s a speech I wrote for Bluestocking Week at the University of Queensland. Enjoy! University has been my dream ever since I decided, as a twelve year old, that there must be something more to education than year seven. Bored … More Bluestocking Week: Glass Ceilings and Gender Inequality in the University
I don’t like calling myself a woman. I don’t like being called a woman either. Don’t get me wrong, I am completely satisfied to inhabit my female body. But there’s something about the word “woman” that doesn’t compute with the way I see myself. Several somethings, actually. I don’t like the way “woman” is constructed in … More Not a Woman