It’s that time again!
Time to put on your t-shirts, thongs, hoodies, dashikis, combat boots, tank tops, hijabs, miniskirts, Chuck Taylors, granny panties, stilettos, bow ties, Wonderbras, jeggings, jodphurs, jeanshorts, bikinis, overalls, OR scrubs, Crocs, saris, slacks, power suits, cummerbunds, evening gowns, Zubaz, bell bottoms, Birkenstocks, bondage pants, flannels, petticoats and WALK TO ELIMINATE RAPE CULTURE.
Here’s a picture of me at the walk last year:
No, I’m not the Clone Trooper, silly! I’m holding the white NOW round, wearing my red SlutWalk Minneapolis sweatshirt, brown Old Navy cords, and Saucony Jazz shoes.
Did I look like what you expected? Did I “prance down our streets in lingerie and fishnet (sic),” as a local self-described feminist worried, making me “look stupid, desperate and ignorant of our common history and the fragile, ever-eroding political power of Minnesota feminism”?
To be fair to Kristine, she’s right that rape culture did not magically end after October of last year. But neither did the Minnesota legislature hurry to take away my right to vote and wear pants, corduroy or otherwise, in public.
What has changed is that the concept of “rape culture” left the lofty realm of feminist academic (and blogospheric!) discourse and entered the mainstream. Sadly, we have truly awful humans Jerry Sandusky, Joe Paterno and Todd “Legitimate Rape” Akin to thank for that, not the concerted efforts of millions of anti-violence advocates.
Sigh. It was ever thus. In the meantime, we keep walking.
If you can’t join us on the Minneapolis riverfront on Saturday, remember: SLUTS VOTE! I expect all you sluts to be registered and ready to cast your ballots on November 6. The above image is available on a t-shirt that benefits SlutWalk Minneapolis would really rock your poll workers’ world. Grab it before it sells out!