CW: Sexual exploitation, pornography
Last Friday’s print edition of The Sun newspaper was the last ever to include the notorious Page 3 feature. No longer will young women gaze out from the page with their boobs akimbo, waiting for the sweating fingertips of school caretakers to tear them out for office decoration. Well, as long as sales don’t dip.
CW: FGM, sexual violence, violence against women, abortion
Or, ‘A feminist overview of England’s main political parties in light of the upcoming election’.
The 2015 General Election is fast approaching and it’s best that we take a look at the parties now, before they begin making promises with the same level of desperation as a boyfriend who hears you’re “going stay at your Mum’s for a bit and have a think.” Studies have shown that young women are currently much less likely to vote than their male equivalents, and we have to take action if we want a government that strives for gender equality.
Burning, burning red spits in to the black of the air
swirling orange tendrils join it there
spears of amber shudder up from the depths of the barks
electric light, retracting –
from the constellations of the stars.
It’s safe to say that the trend over the past 100 years has been continuing progress in the sexual equality stakes (in England at least, and if you include progress that is, at times, frustratingly slow – basically, it’s a bit of a tenuous trend but let’s go with it while we’re feeling optimistic). Therefore, we can hope to expect good things in 2015. To move things along more quickly, let’s all agree to make some feminist new year resolutions, because it really doesn’t matter if you bite your fingernails.
Many moons ago – before life basically juggled the Jar Belles for a few months, depositing them in fresh lands with new jobs, partners, homes and other such minor details – we launched a zine. We called it the Jar Belles’ Red Rag, and chucked it on the Internet available for you to download here: http://issuu.com/jadeemmamoulds/docs/redrag.compressed_d4ac6ddd076ca3/0
This is part of a series that covers our personal paths into feminism and/or why feminism matters to us. If you’d like to write a blog post on your discovery of feminism, please drop us an email!
I didn’t realise I was a feminist until University. I didn’t suddenly become a feminist. Once I realised that feminism wasn’t as big and scary (dare I say brutish?) as I’d always thought, and that actually it was all about equality and social ideas, I realised I’d been a feminist all along. And once I’d looked in the mirror and declared aloud that I was a feminist, life went back to relative normality.
We’re aware that it’s been a long time since we last posted. Unfortunately, this ain’t because inequality’s been solved and we’re all living in a feminist utopia.
There have been a lot of changes for various members of the Jar Belles recently. Changes of jobs, houses, cities, relationships, health. It’s all been a wee bit stressful, but we’re more settled now (for the most part) and can no longer ignore the headlines that have been crying out for our attention. Ched Evans, watch yourself.