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Crowdfunding Feminism

21 Feb

After San Francisco Sheriff Ross Mirkarimi made a request for allegations of his abusing his girlfriend to be treated as a “private matter,” domestic violence service provider La Casa de las Madres fired back with this billboard near the San Francisco courthouse.

Funding for the billboard was achieved through a community effort – the international community.  Using crowdfunding organization LoudSauce, La Casa reached out to all who were inspired to share the message that domestic violence is going to have to be widely and publicly addressed if it’s going to end.  And we all have a role to play.

La Casa de las Madres has begun a second fundraiser to erect another billboard with the same message in Spanish.

TMMV applauds using the innovation of crowdfunding not only to raise money for artistic endeavors – which are also important – but to advance the rights of those that people like Ross Mirkarimi would prefer to keep quiet.

I hope to see anti-domestic violence messages tower over other parts of the country, too.


“Be Your Own Hero:” When Derby Calls…

7 Jan

[Note: This is Part 1 of a guest series by Hillary, a student, feminist and bad-ass skater for the Hellions of Troy Roller Derby Team.]

I’ve never really been able to figure out when it started.

It wasn’t an overnight decision or a “Eureka” moment.  I’d heard about it, I’d seen fliers hanging up around town when I first came to college, and I would always think, ‘that sounds so cool, but…’ and then conveniently dream up an excuse of why I couldn’t.  I had rehearsal, I had homework, I had a relationship, and I never had time.  There was no doubt about it, roller derby had some kind of hold on me, and I didn’t even know it yet.

I had decided to stay on campus and work for the summer.  It was my second summer away from home, which proved to be more difficult than I’d estimated.  Besides having a chronic case of homesickness, I didn’t have a lot of people to talk to, and my current relationship was in the middle of crashing and burning (an experience I am embarrassingly familiar with).

I hate to say it since I love derby so much, but I guess I joined out of sheer desperation.  I think a lot of women come to derby for similar reasons despite different circumstances.  I was tired of feeling sorry for myself.  I was tired of telling myself what I could and couldn’t do.  It was MY life after all, and going to my first practice felt like taking the steering wheel back after years of coasting towards an undetermined destination.

Now, before I go off on this Thelma-and-Louise fearless, feminist tale filled with daredevil shenanigans and buxom women, I must admit I was terrified.  I carpooled with a friend to my first practice, expecting to watch and drool in the presence of awesome ladies. But that was not the case.  Don’t get me wrong – there was drool a plenty, but it wasn’t from adoration.  It was more from when I went catatonic after the recruiter told me to put some skates on.

I hadn’t been on roller skates since I was 9-years-old.  My elementary school would host the occasional roller skating party after school in the gym and they were the social occasion of the decade!  Fourth grade social status was predominantly determined by your roller skillz, and luckily, I wasn’t too shabby.  I could glide with grace and push with might, albeit stopping wasn’t my strong point.

But that was then, and this was the vomit-inducing now.  I had never even been to a real roller rink before.  I stumbled onto the lacquered wood floor and felt like a 9-year-old all over again.  I was shaky and unsure.  The stakes were high.  And at the end of the night, I was not going to be given my ration of two oreos and a cup of fruit punch.  This was the Big Girl World, and I was rolling straight toward it.

To be continued…

Holiday Wish List

27 Nov

From tending bar to passing the bar, the creative-ass ladies at Bust have come up with an ultimate guide to doing life yourself.

The Bust DIY Guide to Life: Making Your Way Through Every Day, the new book by Debbie Stoller and Laurie Henzel, covers a crazy wide range of topics.  Its superuseful how-tos are shared in Bust’s characteristic sassy, feminist, belly-laugh-out-loud terms of femmedearment.

So if you’re wondering what to give for the holidays – just get this for yourself!  Then you can make a homemade present for each bff, family member, acquaintance and frenemy on your list.

snag your copy of The Guide.