I had the utmost privilege to see Sleater-Kinney perform in Milwaukee this past Sunday night, and it was a riot grrrl dream come true.
I've written about them before here, but to summarize: my cool older brother bought me "The Hot Rock" for my 14th birthday, which then began my entrance into Riot Grrrl and feminism. And I've never turned back.
Today is the 44th birthday of feminist musician and activist, Kathleen Hanna. Her work and her personality has meant so much to me over the years. In 2010, I had the chance to interview Kathleen, and I couldn't believe it. Her answers were amazing (as I knew they would be), and I was so thankful that someone as busy (and as cool!) as her would say "yes" to being interviewed by little ol' me.
I'm sure you're all aware by now, but in case you aren't, Bikini Kill--riot grrrl mastermind from the 90s has finally started a record label! Are you thinking what I'm thinking? About fucking time!
Like many women, I have had a love/hate relationship with my body for years. I've written before about having an eating disorder, as well as partaking in disordered eating (the two are somewhat different, in my opinion), and lately I've been noticing some disordered eating habits from my past return, as well as the general violence I inflict upon myself through my negative self-talk. It's all very troubling to me, because I (and others) see myself as this super strong feminist woman. And that's the thing... my feminism is about not giving a shit; not caring what others think; not bowing down to societal mainstream culture that tells me I must be a size 2 to be worthy of love. Thus, I feel like a feminist fraud when I have these feelings of self-doubt and low self-esteem. I had the sanskrit word for non-violence, "Ahimsa", tattooed on my forearm to remind me to be kind to others as well as myself. It hurts knowing that I'm generally unkind to myself. I catch myself thinking things like, "If only I could chop off this part of my thighs, or slice off part of my belly, or make my nose smaller..." There is so much violence in these thoughts. The use of words like, "chop" or "slice" when thinking about my own body is abhorrent. It needs to stop. I need to stop.