I have seriously had this song on repeat since it came out this summer.  Though Sleigh Bells is very much loud, noisy grunge pop – think Amy Millan of Stars singing over the Ramones – I wasn’t expecting a relatively slow, summery song with a finger-snapping accompaniment.  If you ever sat under the bleachers in high school watching your best friend walk away from you for someone “cooler” this song is exactly what that moment sounds like.

best coast – “boyfriend”

Thankfully, although they share a title, this song has nothing to do with the atrocious Avril Lavigne song from when I was in middle school.  While the melody and lyrics are remarkably simple for such a highly praised indie band, that takes away nothing from the song, which is the perfect soundtrack for when you’re lying in bed wishing a certain someone would be there next to you.  Lo-fi stoner surf rock at its best.

robyn – “dancing on my own”

Yes, it’s the “Show Me Love” one-hit wonder chick.  And yes, she has staying power in the music industry.  In my humble opinion, she’s on the same level of perfecting pop music as our lady Gaga herself.  “Dancing On My Own” is a single from her flawless album Body Talk and exudes a level of emotion not heard in any dancey pop song in recent years.

nicki minaj’s verse from kanye west’s “monster”

It’s rare that a verse by a relative newcomer eclipses the raps of industry pros, but Nicki Minaj made it happen.  She, in less than two minutes, practically curb-stomps Kanye West, Jay-Z, and Rick Ross, and she does it in killer heels too.  Her debut album may have been less than impressive, but as long as Nicki keeps contributing guest verses that kick this much ass, the day of the female MC may one day come again.

katy perry – “teenage dream”

While I generally disapprove of K-Perry (I don’t care if “Firework” is supposed to be an LGBT anthem, this is the woman who brought us the bisexuality-as-a-trend anthem “I Kissed A Girl) I can’t deny I spent my whole summer singing this at the top of my lungs.  It definitely deserves the title of the best pop song produced in the States this year.  Then again, what’s the competition?  Ke$ha?

lissie – “cuckoo”

The best not-really-country country singer of the year.  Lissie (real name Elisabeth Maurus) has a wonderfully organic-sounding voice – that’s right, no autotune here – and a style of songwriting that makes you feel like you’re flipping through your diary.  When I hear this, I want to get in a car, roll the windows down, and drive somewhere, blasting “Cuckoo” at high volume all the way.

But what about bisexuals?  Surely they don’t have it as bad?  After all, when many straight people think of bisexuals, they might think first of college girls drunkenly making out at frat parties – thank you, Girls Gone Wild and assorted MTV shows, for further perpetuating this stereotype.  Besides, if you’re bi, you can just hide your orientation by dating only those of the opposite gender.  Surely, if you go both ways, it’s easier.

In some respects this is true.  It’s always been easy for me to stay closeted around people I don’t want to tell; all I have to do is omit any mention of my feelings for girls and only talk about the boys I’m attracted to, and people assume I’m hetero.  Piece of cake.  But on the other hand…

• When a bisexual character appears in media (TV or movies, especially) they are often portrayed as “the slut” – willing to hook up with anyone who’s there, regardless of gender.  (A perfect example: Santana from Glee.  She canonically hooks up with her female best friend and has been implied to sleep around.  Not that this is a bad thing, but when every other bi girl I see is shown the same way… well, it’s a bit annoying.)
• More than once I’ve had my opinion disregarded because I’m not “really” gay – by members of the Sexual and Gender Diversity Alliance I used to attend.  “You don’t have the right to speak for gay people because you’re only half gay” seems to be the attitude behind these comments.
• Even with the option to date those of the same sex, it’s still painful to hide your attraction to the opposite sex.  The fact that I can be openly affectionate with any boy I’m with, but can’t walk down the street holding hands with a girl, is pretty – ‘scuse my language – fucking annoying.  If the current attitude towards homosexuality in the US doesn’t change, if I fall in love with a girl, expressing that in public can lead to bullying, assault, and any assortment of other hate crimes.

So, basically, I’m not sure if bisexual privilege exists or not.  There are definitely drawbacks to being bi in a heteronormative society; not as many as there are for gays, but the disadvantages are still there…

what do you guys think?  Opinions, please.

Though it’s not intolerance we should be focusing on. There will always be intolerance and bigotry and people who have internalized these beliefs so fully that they don’t even recognize that they are prejudiced. It’s the tolerance we should be worried about – the tolerance of hatred. The coverage of the recent suicides has focused on the victims and their families, and hardly a word for the people who drove them to kill themselves. Why is it more acceptable to talk about the end result rather than the homophobia and hatred that lead to it? While suicide is a deeply tragic act and it’s important to let LGBTQ teens know that ending their lives is not the answer, shouldn’t we also focus on stopping the problem where it begins and educating those who don’t know better that hatred is wrong?

I wish I could say I believe that one day we’ll live in a world where gender and sexuality are a spectrum that is nobody’s business but our own, not a binary by which we judge each other. But as the world becomes more and more dependent on technology, when everything can be turned into a string of zeroes and ones and check-one-or-the-other boxes, if anything, things are becoming even more black and white. And while these differences are shown as one or the other, “with me” or “against me” I doubt we will ever achieve real acceptance.

Who you are and how you identify is something you are born with. There is no difference between, say, brown hair and homosexuality, being left handed and being genderqueer. Being gay, straight, lesbian, transgender, anything is not deviance, it is simply another natural genetic variation just like every other trait that humans are born with. Until our society realizes this and ingrains it into our culture and the way we see each other, we will continue this way, letting innocent people die because others can’t accept them for who they are.

Let’s not let it happen again.

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Exhibit A: Internet argument.

Now, I have my issues with Twilight (YES, KATE, WE KNOW say the readers) and my issues with Supernatural, as much as I love the show and my boys.  But the two series are not really comparable.  They may both be paranormal stories aimed at a teenage audience, but the most important thing is the way the characters are presented to the (mostly teenage female) audience.

Exhibit B: Dean Winchester

I will not deny that Dean Winchester is a sexist pig who doesn’t know the first thing about respecting women.  He continually refers to the female characters as bitches, whores, and sluts; he’s not there for his romantic interests (the love ‘em and leave ‘em type) and he makes fun of his brother’s emotional side by making sexist comments.  If I knew Dean in real life, I would knee him in the balls the moment he opened his mouth.

However. Dean is also a very flawed young man.  (You would be, too, if you spent your childhood killing demons with your father.)  And he’s portrayed as such.  When is it ever implied that Dean is an entirely good person, a healthy partner in his relationships?  It doesn’t excuse the things he says, but I think we can all agree that Dean was never meant to be a role model or be the perfect boyfriend.

Which brings us to:

Exhibit C: Edward Cullen (+ hanger-on)

Edward Cullen.  Here is what girls have to say about Edward Cullen:

“He makes sure you know that you are all he thinks about and that he would find some way to die once you were gone”

“I think all guys should read the books and maybe even watch the movies and should strive to be like him, the books should be like a dating bible.”

“if one realizes that Edward is an immortal being who has fallen in love with the clumsiest most accident prone person in the universe, then I think his behaviour would be justified and then some”

You know why none of the fans will admit that Edward has abusive tendencies?  Because Stephanie Meyers presents him to us, the readers, as THE PERFECT BOYFRIEND.  Caring, totally obsessed with a girl, and protective of her to the point where he will do whatever it takes to keep her.

You know what that sounds like?  An abusive relationship.  Oh, he only keeps her from seeing her friends and RIPS THE ENGINE OUT OF HER CAR because he loves her and he’s jealous!  Yeah, I’ve heard that before.  “He only hurts me and controls me because he loves me.  He knows what’s best.”  Jealousy taken to that level is not cute or romantic: plain and simple, it’s a control tactic used to hold power over Bella.

Not once, not once in the series does the author address the fact that Edward and Bella’s relationship is controlling and semi-abusive, and not ideal at all.  Barely any of the fans of the series share this opinion.  To S. Meyers and her readers, Edward Cullen is the perfect man.

And this is where Dean and Edward differ – in presentation.  It’s one thing to write a character with problematic views purposefully and demonstrate these problems in the series, and quite another to pretend the character has no flaws and can do no wrong.  Supernatural may be sexist, but at least some of it, and practically all of Dean’s character, is on purpose.  Twilight doesn’t show or comment on the blatant sexism, and it almost seems that Stephanie Meyer doesn’t even know the implications of what she’s writing.

In conclusion: the Winchester boys need to stake Glitter-boy through the heart, and fast, before any girls end up hurt because they’re just looking for their own jealous, controlling Edward.

And Dean needs to take Womens’ Studies.

“If you let someone else make you miserable, it’s your fault.“
- doucheface

Nothing else has made me this angry in months, and that’s saying something, as I’m a very angry person (YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED THIS.) Applied to my personal experiences, this is one of the most offensive things I’ve ever heard.

I’ll try to keep the whining to a minimum, but this is basically a WAAAAH I AM SO PERSECUTED post. B|

For Kindergarten, I managed to snag a scholarship to an upper-class all girls school, pre-K-through-12. I’m not poor, but I’m not exactly rich either, and practically every other girl at the school was. Even with the mandatory uniforms, I couldn’t fit in – my shoes, my hair accessories, my lack of cable, let alone a TV, all marked me as an outsider from day one. If the girls in my classes weren’t being passive-agressively bitchy they were pretending I wasn’t there. Eventually, I realized the only was to make them my “friends” (or so I thought) was to do things for the more popular, rich, pretty girls. I’d carry their books from class to class, be the villain in their playground games, give them my lunch food from the cafeteria, and in exchange I’d be able to sit at their table at lunch. They’d make fun of me a lot, yes, but I thought that’s what friendship was for normal girls. Still, I’d come home crying more often than not. Eventually, partway through second grade, my parents took me out of school and spent the next two years homeschooling me.

By sixth grade I thought maybe things were getting better for me. I had a solid group of friends (even if one took every opportunity to compliment me in a backhand fashion, but hey, the movies I was watching at the time made that seem like it was a part of any normal friendship) and my father was considering letting me stop seeing a therapist.

During the summer between sixth and seventh grade, though, one of my friends changed schools, and another moved too far to continue going to our school. I was left with one friend, the backhanded compliment girl – I’ll call her Sasha – and ten boys who’d only backed off teasing me the year before because my friend Anna threatened to beat them up, as my only classmates that year. (It was a small alternative school.)

Sasha fell in with the much cooler 8th grade girls and began to ignore me when they were around. I was only her friend outside of school. She would barely even acknowledge my existence in school. Since I was the same angry little bitch I am now, I started keeping my first blog, what I thought was a scathing social satire but was really just me listing all the reasons I hated Sasha’s new friends. I wasn’t careful enough one day and Sasha and the older girls found it. Excerpts were printed out and passed around to the entire middle school, including the boy I had a mad, dizzy-with-anticipation-if-he-even-looked-at-me, hearts-on-my-binder crush on, who joined in the Let’s Tear Down Kate’s Self Esteem Festival with hardly a thought. He called me a fat loser, if I remember correctly, and that was one of the milder ones I got that year. After a day where I locked myself in the girls’ bathroom past the time school was out because I was too ashamed to go home and face my father, and a few principal-related complications, I transferred to the school my friend Julia was attending.

If you’ve ever met a “Twihard”, ever set foot into Hot Topic, ever frequented a paranormal romance message board, you’ll know that the fans divide themselves into two groups: Team Edward and Team Jacob.  (Not counting the small fraction of fandom that’s into the whole Bella-and-James thing, which is just a whole other can of WRONG AND ABUSIVE.)  According to fans – and, hell, the books and films themselves – the heroine (AND I USE THIS TERM QUITE LOOSELY HERE) Bella must be with one of the two.  She MUST have a man.  So much for letting a girl love the single life – that’s ridiculous.  She can’t live, let alone have a happy and fulfilling life, as a single woman, or at least that’s what the books imply.

But wouldn’t our lovestruck protagonist be better off on her own?  I mean, look at the choices.

Hundred-plus year old vampire Edward is the first choice.  Yeah, I said it, he’s over a hundred.  You know how old Bella is?  SEVENTEEN.  That, my dear readers, is as far as I know ILLEGAL.  And also statutory rape and pedophilia.  Ebebophilia?  Whatever.  That’s still, like, a century’s difference.  Ick.  Also, he watches her while she sleeps and follows her around, controlling who she can and can’t be friends with.  Oh, and did I mention that in the final book, when he, ahem, deflowers Bella, he BREAKS THE HEADBOARD OF THE BED and she wakes up covered in bruises?  DOES ANYONE ELSE FIND THIS AS DODGY AS I DO?

On the other hand, there’s Jacob, a werewolf.  (With quite fabulous hair in the first film, I must say.  If only Taylor Lautner didn’t have an eight-year-old’s face and a male model’s abs…)  Now, I like Jacob quite a bit better – he’s the snarky, less flashy everydude to Edward’s perfect and eternal sparkliness – but even he’s a bit of a jerk.  Despite Bella’s protests, he forces her to kiss him, which is icky enough and then when Bella’s father finds out, he congratulates Jacob and laughs.  LAUGHS AT HIS DAUGHTER BEING PRACTICALLY SEXUALLY ASSAULTED.  What the hell, Stephanie Meyer?

Quite honestly, the only thing that could lessen the overwhelming aura of squick that surrounds Twilight for me would be if “TEAM BELLA” T-shirts started popping up.  If Meyers herself admitted what a twisted and semi-abusive relationship her leads share instead of presenting them as the picture-perfect, albeit undead, couple.  If Buffy somehow found her way into Forks – okay, now I’m going into personal wish fulfillment territory.

But seriously.  It would be awesome.

THOU SHALT NOT SLUT-SHAME.  Slut doesn’t even have an official definition; it all varies according to your interpretation of the term.  What might seem skanky to you may be just fine for the person you’re accusing of being skanky, and there’s nothing wrong with wanting to have sex anyway, if you’re ready for it.  You’re supposed to enjoy it, not be ashamed of it – and why would you have the right to tell someone to be ashamed anyway?

THOU SHALT LOVE YOUR BODY, WARTS AND ALL.  Society’s standards of beauty are ridiculous – to be considered traditionally pretty, you have to be white, thin, and perfectly proportioned – and have nothing to do with real beauty, which is accepting yourself the way you are.  Everyone who doesn’t think you live up to the standards?  Fuck ‘em with a chainsaw, baby.

THOU SHALT BE AS GIRLY AS YOU WISH.  Feminism and a love of all things pink, cute, and romantic are not mutually exclusive!  The movies you watch, the clothes you buy, those awesome totally-feminine bath products you get when there’s a sale at the mall – no need to feel ashamed of them.  They have nothing to do with your beliefs when it comes to social issues.  Conversely, feel free to be as ungirly as you want.  Do whatever makes you happy.  It doesn’t reflect on your beliefs.

THOU SHALT NOT FORCE YOUR BELIEFS ON OTHERS.  That’s what cults do.  Do you really want to be like a cult?  (In the case that you do, remember to stock up on Kool Aid.)

THOU SHALT NOT SUPPORT CAUSES YOU ARE AGAINST.  Yeah, I know, those Abercrombie and Fitch jeans are SO FUCKING CUTE on you, but if you’ve got issues with some of the products that have raised controversy in the past, maybe it’s better to try another store.  You wouldn’t buy a shirt that said “who needs brains when you have these,” so why would you want to support the people who make shirts like these that present women as brainless boob-transporters?  Just saying.

THOU SHALT NOT HATE OTHER GIRLS.  Girl-on-girl-hatred sucks.  I wish we could all be friends like we were in middle school, and then we could bake a giant cake made of stars and rainbows and – fuck, I don’t even know if I’m quoting this right.

THOU SHALT CAUSE A SCENE – hey, it’s a way to get heard.  If the suffragettes hadn’t been some LOUD BITCHES where do you think we’d be today?  Probably chained up in the kitchen.  Go on, raise your voices.  Tell your stories.  It’s how things change.

I thought about it for a few days.  According to her and certain other people I know, I have no right to complain about the state of the world.  After all, I’m a white, middle-class, cisgender (probably) girl – if I were any more dull, the Wonderbread company would be calling asking for my secret.  (The only thing really keeping me from being the Stereotypical Privileged Girl is the fact that I’m an agnostic pansexual.)  Why should I care?  Why am I not lying back and enjoying my comfortable life?

Dear people who have told me to do just this, I have an answer to your question.

BECAUSE I HAVE A BRAIN

And then I realize what I’m saying and I kick myself in the face.  Mentally, I mean.  Because I’m buying into the silly teenage feminist idea that BEING A GIRL IS BAD.  You see vapid, orange-tanned girls on TV and swooning at Twilight showings, and you tell yourself, I won’t be like them.  You see girls shopping and buying pink clothes and think they’re somehow less intelligent than you are.  You tell yourself that you’re not the same gender, that somehow you are better than being A Real Girl.

For instance: Lady Gaga is a feminist.  And totally badass.  But you don’t see her eschewing all things girly because of what she believes.  Lady Gaga knows what I wish I could always remember: lipstick, fishnets, and pretty dresses make you no less strong.  She puts on some ridiculous and gorgeous lace-and-leather concoction, gets on stage, and sings about being a free bitch and finding your freedom in the music (find your Jesus, find your Kubrick!)  River Tam from Firefly chopped Reavers to bite-size bits in a skirt (and in a matter of seconds!)  Sailor Moon saved the world by moonlight and worried about her looks, the boy she liked, and her friendship by daylight.  Being traditionally girly and kicking ass?  So not mutually exclusive.

So the next time I throw on whatever’s clean, look in my mirror at my short hair and lack of glitter lip gloss, and grab my karate uniform, I won’t think “I’m not a real girl.”

I will look myself in the eye and say “I am a girl, and damn fucking proud of it.”