Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.
Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride (via monkeyknifefight)
Shit. Too many feelings about this.
(via soharam)
THIS PASSAGE STILL FUCKS UP MY HEAD. THE MALE VOYEUR IS STILL CREEPING. We are always apologizing the omnipresent male figure in the room. SCARY.
(via comelivewithmeangel)
this quote still gives me the chills. so fucking true.
(via cynique)
If you ever hear me say that I feel very strongly that many women in my generation have internalized the male gaze, this is what I mean. The sad thing is that many women of my generation have chosen to EMBRACE the male gaze and call it “liberation.” So many of us have to fight to find out what WE actually enjoy, what WE want, and a lot of times we don’t even know that we need to do that - because by default we are brought up to cater to men. (via stitch)
(Source: courcel, via fsufeministalumna)
