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Random Rant on Sexism

A young comrade wrote, “perhaps you can create a blog out of the raw ideas here”.  It was a poem in the voice of the oppressed, the exploited, enraged in Red Communist fury.  The Red Flag flies in our young comrade’s struggle against the special oppression of women under capitalism — due to her class, her race, and her sex based gender social constructs.  Communist revolution will sweep away gender roles by creating a struggle for an egalitarian society that meets all of our needs regardless of anatomy.  It will be from each according to ability and commitment and to each according to need.  

 

alienation. stripped from the expression of my human essence. fetishization of bodies, in every sense..

I write this as I am listening to a prostitute song The U.S. has stripper songs. but Bollywood goes straight to the core of things: using and disposing of bodies for money. 

Bollywood and media in general has hit an all low in terms of consciousness.  in the form of blatant sexism. 

 

when are people online? when they are lonely and seek human interaction. so they substitute. and what do they get? flashes of mass images of girls shaking their ass, men’s wild eyes whistling, because you know, “bands make ‘em dance.”

how do we deal with our own alienation and dispossession? projecting it on others.

preparing the masses for fascism. 

drink. party. fuck. regret. repeat. 

 

girls dancing, shaking in ways. this specific video does it so well. I am feeling inadequate as I watch the woman jump and bang her hips and hands at the same time, while this glorified cop and his entourage of armed men dance with this one woman. that’s when I know they are winning. sexism is internalized, i think even the strongest anti-sexist carry it on…

 

and blurred lines…

 

“you know you want it.” when no doesn’t really mean no. complete commodification of sex, bodies, gender…is this just capitalism at work? or it creeping/preparing for fascism?

  

all this comes in the context of woman ablaze. on fire. I can’t get away from that image. the biggest textile exporters are Bangladesh and China. who makes our clothes? who holds the ground for the bosses to walk on? women. working women. the face of the proletariat is a seven year old girl in Bangladesh or Haiti.

 

and then back to the division of unwaged waged labor. work in the textile factories, come home and raise kids. this militarization — essentially fascism — is global. an all-women UN force from BD sent to HAITI. easier to control, says the colonel. sites of mass violence and war are all sites of sexism. sometimes even that word doesn’t fully convey the rape, displacement, dispossession of women and kids…these sites of war are sites of resistance…

 

if we fought sexism in our classrooms and workplaces more, perhaps these videos would repulse as a bit more. if we talked about war and violence (physical, verbal, emotional, all) more gendered terms..

 

how tired am I of being called cute? being whistled at? that’s what my headphones are for while walking to and from the train station

fuck intersectionality; only descriptive power but not explanatory.

intertwining capitalism.  parasite.  needs to be killed by us.

 

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