The Turn Me Red Society
This group reached out to me on mamavision.com and I really dig their mission, thought you would too. Love ya girls, mV
There’s something wrong with a female who hates her own kind.
For most of us, the pressure to silence ourselves–to please everyone else BUT ourselves–has made us feel cramped, stifled, even lifeless for TOO LONG.
This is a call to action.
Give respect in order to receive it.
The female gender is a precious gift and heavy responsibility. Attribute it to whichever higher power to which you subscribe, or consider it serendipitous that we exist.
We are emotional creatures. [This doesn’t have to mean dramatic or unreasonable.]
Women should love themselves–their bodies, their minds, their abilities, their potential, their humanity. Why not love one other collectively? Why not find solidarity in what many have come to know as intellectual and emotional solitude?
Females are socialized to believe that our gender is the enemy. Call it patriarchy or misogyny. Call it the brainwashing of popular culture. Call it blazing insecurities. Call it what you will. We are assembling in an attempt to reverse the assumption that the female sex will and should always want to destroy itself. We want to build each other up. We hope to be the kind of people our little girl spirits wanted to grow up to one day be.
This is a “challenge to the myriad ways in which girls are looked at, but not seen; talked about, but not listened to; used, discarded, violated, exploited, maimed, and even killed. Like a woman claiming her body, a [woman] claiming her emotions breaks a silence and unleashes a vast resource of clean energy, an energy that can inspire all of us to transform and [to] heal.” – Carol Gilligan
We are absolutely not a man-hating organization. Too many of us have men in our lives who shine for us, and to bash them–or to even allow others to do so in front of us without recourse–simply isn’t okay.
We’re here to disprove the theory that “feminist” has a negative connotation.
If someone’s shoes are cute, they’re cute. Deal with it.
Tell her they’re cute. Don’t hate. Compliment generously. Mean it this time.
Appreciate the feminine beauty around you. Draw on the strength of our mothers and sisters.
There are no dues. We’ve paid enough. [Everyone has.]
Eat cheese fries if you want them. Dip it in ranch.
Don’t carry the weight of the universe just because you’re the woman.
You actually can be intelligent–enlightened, even– and still watch a little television. [Even the reality variety, if that is your escapism. If it’s your goal to find love on one, this probably isn’t the page for you. But watch it with your friends or alone. Eating junk food or sugar snap peas.]
We don’t expect to always like each other, but love is our method and respect is required.
You can be brilliant and do a shot of SoCo and Lime. Or four. Or you can drink the water. Every time.
We thrive amongst the ruins, only because we realize we are never truly alone, especially when it feels hopelessly as if we are…
Don’t let the ones who come after us feel intimidated or afraid. Help us lift them up.
Atlas, set down the world, put on some heels and have a real conversation.