quarta-feira, 29 de setembro de 2010

Reconsidering Riot Grrrl


“Riot Grrrl would later be spoken of as girls challenging sexism within punk… In a subculture that congratulated itself for presenting an alternative, in a realm that should have been a refuge, they found more of the same crap. Boys’ efforts were lauded and girls’ were unrecognized… Objectification and sexual assault went unaddressed… Punk wasn’t really the point, though. The problems with the scene burned the girls up precisely because it echoed the way the world at large treated them.”—Girls to the Front



Now validated as an important component of third wave feminism, Riot Grrrl was a loosely organized network of various newly politicized young girls trying to find a place and voice for themselves within punk and feminism in the early 1990s. Basically, the punk scene felt too sexist, while academic feminism seemed too rigid and out of touch with the lives of young girls. We sought to forge a safe, encouraging and vibrant cross-section where punk challenged sexism, among other oppressive ills, and feminism could speak to the reality of our lives as young punk girls.


As one of the founding movers and shakers of Riot Grrrl and lead singer of the decidedly Riot Grrrl band Bratmobile, I must admit feeling somewhat anxious when asked to read and review the latest attempt to get the Riot Grrrl story “right,” Sara Marcus’ in-depth study Girls to the Front. It can be emotional and confusing to read about yourself and major events in your life by someone who wasn’t entirely there and posits it back in third person print as fact. In many ways, Marcus nails it. But, then again, can this type of rendition ever be quite right?

While minor mistakes and mixups populate the text to a certain extent, Girls to the Front seems far more accurate than any other thirdparty Riot Grrrl documentation out there. Marcus has a gift for contextualizing Riot Grrrl politically in the times in which it thrived. She makes insightful connections with our intentions, motivations and meanings that many other storytellers have missed. Complete with smooth, catchy transitions, she thoughtfully and sensitively provides interesting personalized back-stories for many of the main players and the artists who influenced them. Marcus seems to have gotten inside our heads—she really gets it, which is impressive and rare.

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riotgrrrlgirlsmarcuswerepunkfrontthereThe feeling of being excluded, dismissed, trivialized and written out of history has always been a bone of contention for marginalized people. While I’m proud to be validated in print for my contributions to the feminist continuum, I feel there are some misrepresentations in Girls to the Front that warrant mention for that very reason. Throughout the book, I sensed an underlying theme that myself and my band were not taken as seriously within the Riot Grrrl movement as, say, Bikini Kill or Heavens to Betsy. I am often referred to as “dorky,” “strange,” “weird” and, my personal favorite, “What is that??” Perhaps that’s something I need to come to terms with, and I know it’s not a competition, but am I really that out there? Marcus also characterizes my band as infantile and simplistic and insists that “Bratmobile had always been a relatively low-intensity band, something to do on school breaks,” when in reality, that band was the embodiment of our socio-political coming of age that placed us in the vortex of an incredibly influential time for music and feminism. While I understand the point she’s trying to make, that we proved you didn’t have to be mainstream cool or a professional musician to achieve what we did, after a while these impressions felt a bit dismissive.

Furthermore, her sole mention of the influential queer bassist/guitarist/ homocore zinester Donna Dresch in the book as simply “Tobi [Vail]’s friend from high school” left something to be desired. Donna’s early and continual encouragement and example set the stage for many a Riot Grrrl to follow.

I was also surprised to read that my telling of an incident where I threw a bloody tampon into the annoying crowd of a Washington, D.C., Fugazi show was presented as a (partial) lie. Many of Fugazi’s fans on the Mall were harassing Riot Grrrls throughout the day and behaving like jocks in the crowd. When these same jerks started singing along to the pro-woman song “Reclamation,” it made me sick. My tampon was overdue for a change and there were no bathrooms in sight. I envisioned my bloody tampon sailing into the mouth of one of these hypocritical jock fans, and it made my day. It’s too bad I can’t throw or aim well and that my tampon barely missed Ian MacKaye, one of my old friends and comrades. I was there, I did it and I know how it happened and what my intentions were. Regardless of the interpretation of any onlookers or MacKaye, who gets to tell this story? Who has their words taken seriously? Whose version goes down in history?

Sara Marcus takes some liberties in her prosaic descriptions of Riot Grrrl and our intentions. The problem is that most often opinions coming from the people Marcus interviewed are stated as fact and not placed more appropriately in quotes. Girls to the Front often blurs the lines between her interpretations and musings and the words and intentions of her subjects. It’s impossible to tell who really said what, what they really meant and wherein lies the truth. I believe there are multiple truths in the telling of Riot Grrrl, but perhaps that multiplicity cannot be thoroughly conveyed within the framework of a third-person retelling.

Ultimately, Girls to the Front is a painstakingly researched and wellthought-out tribute to a punk feminist era Sara Marcus clearly holds dear. I greatly appreciate the hard work and interpretive skill she put into a story of which I am part, and it should be heralded as an uncannily insightful revelation of the motivations and inner-workings of Riot Grrrl.


Allison Wolfe was born an identical twin in Memphis, Tenn. She grew up in Olympia, Wash., lived in Washington, D.C., for a long time and currently resides in Los Angeles, where she is considering working on an oral history of Riot Grrrl. Wolfe is a cofounder of Riot Grrrl and Ladyfest, as well as a singer who has been in Bratmobile, Cold Cold Hearts, Deep Lust and Partyline.




By Allison Wolfe

segunda-feira, 27 de setembro de 2010

How Powerful Women Really Are?

I’m sure some of you have gotten, maybe even sent, the following on Facebook:

Remember the game last year about what color bra you were wearing at the moment? The purpose was to increase awareness of October Breast Cancer Awareness month. It was a tremendous success and we had men wondering for days what was with the colors and it made it to the news. This year’s game has to do with your handbag/purse, where we put our handbag the moment we get home for example “I like it on the couch”, “I like it on the kitchen counter”, “I like it on the dresser” well u get the idea. Just put your answer as your status with nothing more than that and cut n paste this message and forward to all your FB female friends to their inbox. The bra game made it to the news. Let’s see how powerful we women really are!!! REMEMBER - DO NOT PUT YOUR ANSWER AS A REPLY TO THIS MESSAGE- PUT IT IN YOUR STATUS!!

I find the bold line (bolding done by me) very interesting.

I don’t really have a problem with this campaign, even if I think it is a little silly, and this isn’t a huge issue I take with it.

I also am very well aware that spreading awareness is power. That’s very important!

But it’s the “Shh! Don’t tell the boys, keep ‘em guessing! We have a cool secret!” attitude that doesn’t sit right with me.

I don’t know, just rambling.

My intuition is the same- it just doesn’t sit well with me. Same for when a sorority on campus sold boob cookies for breast cancer awareness. All these things are done with good intentions, and that’s worth something, but these actions trivialize breast cancer. Breast cancer is not only about boobs, and it’s definitely not about bras or handbags. The only way I can even think of the last two being related to breast cancer are that they are traditionally ‘feminine’ accessories, and breast cancer affects women. Way to go- we have just reinforced some gender stereotypes! And as for those boob/’save the ta-tas’ campaigns- yes, one of the things breast cancer survivors lose are their boobs. While I can’t speak for how they feel about boob cookies, it seems like we should be focusing on supporting the whole woman, and not just the rack she’s may lose. In other words, women are more than their ta-tas. (Also: the word ‘ta-tas’ is a pet peeve of mine. Grow up and just say it: BREASTS.)

It’s also somewhat irritating to me that ladies on Facebook are all “teehee my bra teehee sexual innuendo when I’m really talking about where my handbag is.” Again, they mean well, I’m sure, but this is taking the focus away from what’s important - BREAST CANCER - and puts the focus on the poster’s sexuality, the poster’s coolness for being so racy as to post a somewhat sexual joke. Worse yet, most people don’t even know what these Facebook posts are about. There are a lot of people who will NEVER know, especially if you’re explicitly telling women to keep it a secret. Wouldn’t it be more effective to get everyone to post a fact or statement about breast cancer, and how you can donate to research or support groups? That would ensure that people are actually aware of what’s going on, instead of just hoping that someone clues them in eventually.

In the end, I guess what bothers me about these campaigns is that they rely on creating a fad. People join in, and they feel good that they’re supposedly spreading awareness about a disease. They’re not really spreading awareness about the disease itself, but really only that exists and that it’s cool and good to care about diseases, because omg, it is so sad to get cancer. And now you feel ‘empowered’ because you’ve done so much for breast cancer awareness! Women are so powerful, guyz!

What happens when the fad dies, when no one is posting about what bra color you’re wearing? We should care all the time - not just when it benefits you to look cool and ‘in the know’ on your Facebook profile.

I was going to post about this a few weeks ago when I got the message on facebook from a relative, who I’m not at ALL close with, from the Mormon side of my family. I was, honestly, quite confused.

That said, it bothered me a lot. I didn’t agree with the post-your-bra-color meme, because I didn’t feel that it raised awareness at all, but at least they could TRY to pass it off as such. But just posting, “I like it on the couch,” a silly sexual innuendo…? What’s the point? It doesn’t show how “powerful” women are, it’s not related to breast cancer in any way (and the way I read the email, I didn’t seem to me like that was their goal for this one, either). It’s just sexual innuendo for no reason. I don’t have a problem with sex, or innuendo in general, but this just made me uncomfortable. I don’t talk about my sex life on facebook, nor do I make jokes about it there. There’s a time and place for that.

Emphasis in volcanoes’ post is mine, because that’s exactly how I felt about the whole situation last time around, and she speaks the truth.

domingo, 19 de setembro de 2010

Why Body Talk still matters. (via glamaphonic)



The moment women’s bodies — their reproductive abilities, their looks, their sexuality, their victimization — no longer have any social and political importance is the moment feminists can stop talking about our bodies and just “read, read, read.”.

When no one wants to regulate how we look, who we fuck, whether we have babies or not, and when zero women are abused or oppressed because of their female bodies, then we can quit talking about our bodies. And then I’ll ride my pink unicorn over the rainbow and we can all skip off together and live in a meadow.

But for now, our bodies are the first thing —and sometimes the only thing— that society notices about us. Downplaying that reality by not talking about could be dangerous.


quinta-feira, 9 de setembro de 2010

Rapists VS Victims

How many rape apologist blame the victim?



All of them.

I’m getting incredibly tired of seeing/hearing “the girl just should not have been drinking, so is so stupid.” What about the rapist? You know the asshole who raped her. She didn’t wear a sign on her back saying, “rape me. I just want to be violated!” The RAPIST chose to rape her. He chose to violate her. He made the decision to commit the most heinous crime out there. Doesn’t matter if he was intoxicated when he raped her. He still chose to, even if he wasn’t “in control of himself.” His actions still ended up ruining someones life and should be held accountable. I’m also sick of the excuse, “well she was dressed like a slut so he could not control himself. Therefor it is her fault she was raped.” You are just a cold hearted asshole if you believe that and a dumbass. We live in a rape culture that puts blame on the victim because heaven fucking forbid we believe a man can do anything wrong. The victim just seduced him because she is a whore or slut. Its fucking PATHETIC that we still have to remind people to put the blame of rape on the RAPIST not the victim.