UPDATE - 7:25PM | 1/15/14: IN THREE HOURS, you all have managed to EXCEED the original goal! Incredibly amazing - we are so blessed. Fortunately, the goal will cover Asha’s most pressing upfront costs - however, it will not cover the totality of the surgery. So, we ask that you PLEASE…
Please help our Ethos sibling by donating or spreading the word.
About Asha: Asha is a 21-year-old recent Wellesley grad and a young nonprofit professional just getting her feet on the ground. Why We Need Your Help: Days before the New Year, we learned that Asha has 3 health issues requiring surgery, the most pressing of…
Please help a fellow Hoopie (Class of ‘13) get the surgery she needs!
Hello friends of the Hoop! This is a reminder, we will be open from 5-9 monday through friday this week! Stop by for some nachos, a coffee, or just to hang out. We’d love to see your faces! Also, don’t forget to pay your tab!
I have just been informed by the Office of Student Activities that there is a shipment of 150 hoops that will arrive at the Campus Center today. I will open Cafe Hoop at 4:00 to begin selling hoops on a first-come, first-serve basis. We will continue to be open until we are sold out of hoops. The hoops are now $10, exact change only, one hoop per student. We also ask that only seniors without hoops purchase hoops today to ensure that every senior has the opportunity to purchase one. This price is set by the Office of Student Activities.
Although hoops for hoop rolling are sold at Cafe Hoop, we do not have the ability to purchase them or check inventory. This is done through the Office of Student Activities, which administers hoop rolling. We had been informed that there were several hundred hoops in storage that would be delivered to us yesterday. However, when we went to pick them up, there were only fifty hoops. We have done everything in our power to acquire more hoops to sell to our Wellesley siblings, including informing the administration about this situation many times in all possible ways in the past few days.
Please convey this information to every senior you know. We would like to meet the needs of every student but we may sell out of hoops this afternoon.
This crisis was completely out of our hands and concerns about hoop rolling can be directed to the Office of Student Activities.
CAFE HOOP will be CLOSED for the week, with the exception of the Class of 2012 hoop decorating event on Thursday evening. Hoops for hoop rolling (which will be on Saturday morning) are for sale in El Table and the pub this week - $15, cash only, correct change preferred. Please pass this info on!
As long as women’s natural body hair is called disgusting and inappropriate while men’s isn’t, I am a feminist.
As long as I can’t watch an episode of a popular sitcom without having to sit through multiple sexist comments or “jokes”, I am a feminist.
As long as women have to face the rational fear of being sexually assaulted every time they walk home past dark while men don’t, I am a feminist.
As long as misogyny exists in any country in this world, I am a feminist.
As long as women are being raped, then stoned to death or forced to marry their rapist, I am a feminist.
As long as companies promote men to manager when there are women who are equally as or better qualified, because they find that men look more authoritative, I am a feminist.
As long as women (her choice of clothes, her friendly nature, her weakness, her choice to drink alcohol) get blamed when men rape them, I am a feminist.
As long women’s opinions on online social networks are dismissed with phrases like “tits or gtfo”, “get back to the kitchen”, “are you pms’ing?”, I am a feminist.
As long as dressing like a woman is degrading for men and as long as men are insulted with phrases like “you throw like a woman”, clearly implying that being like a woman is shameful, I am a feminist.
As long as both men are women are expected to work, but taking care of children and the household are still largely considered a woman’s job, I am a feminist.
As long as boys and girls are treated differently, expected to act differently, and surrounded by different toys and colours from the day they are born, I am a feminist.
As long as topless women aren’t allowed in public unless they’re on the cover of a men’s magazine, I am a feminist.
As long as women who have sex frequently are generally told they are “sluts”, “lacking self-respect” and “lacking morals” by both men and women, while men who frequently have sex are “just being men” and it’s “natural for them”, I am a feminist.
As long as there are places where women have to pay more for health insurance than men, I am a feminist.
As long as men experience situations with equal gender representation as female-dominated, and don’t consider a group discussion equal unless there are significantly more men then women participants (as has been proven), I am a feminist.
As long as there are men who think it’s their wife or girlfriend’s duty to have sex with him whenever he wants, I am a feminist.
As long as the word feminism (“the movement aimed at equal rights for women”) has a negative connotation, I am a feminist.
As long as misogynist people exist, I am a feminist.
In my ideal world Dyke Ball is the space on campus where I feel the most safe all year. Everyone is wearing exactly what they feel most confident in whether that be underwear covered in googly eyes, a purple tux and tails, or a shimmering party dress. In this magical space everyone feels, safe, confident, and happy.
In the real world, I anticipate Dyke Ball with what can be best described as a sense of immense dread. The majority of this dread pertaining to feeling forced to wear a negligée or less.
In the day to day I am actually quite comfortable in the buff. As a child I spent the majority of my time running around the house naked (that’s me below on my mother’s 26th birthday).
As an adult I continue to think of my room as a pants-optional zone. However, when it comes to being naked in public…
Well, that’s another story.
Like many people I have suffered from problems with my body since I hit puberty. No matter how many body-positive websites and books I have read, the feeling that permeates my being has been that I am not enough or, alternatively, that I am far too much.
There are moments, like while I’m taking long, confident strides on a run around the lake or while I’m careening through waves in the powerful Atlantic, when I feel at peace with myself. I wish that Dyke Ball were one of those moments. However, instead of being the genuinely open and queer space it is intended to be, Dyke Ball has come to reinforce the hegemonic discourse on beauty by demanding that everyone strip down in order to get ‘sexy’ without acknowledging that not every person finds a corset or bodypaint empowering.
Last year, in the days leading up to Dyke Ball, as I was once again on the miserable hunt for five inches of fabric with which to cover my ass, I paused and asked myself why I was forcing myself into a tiny set of underwear that made me deeply uncomfortable. “Why don’t you just wear what makes you feel sexy? ” I asked. So, I took my own advice and went shopping for an outfit that would make me feel fantastic. I rolled up to Alt Dyke Ball in a pair of skin-tight, jet-black, high-waisted jeans, and black bra under a sheer black mesh crop top. I felt like the embodiment of a badass biker chick, so needles to say, I was feeling pretty goddamn great.
However, post-arrival it didn’t take long for one of my friends clad in a sparkly something or other to approach me and shout that I was “wearing too much clothing.” Said friend then promptly grabbed my belt loops and demanded that I remove my pants.
This sentiment, that there exists a point at which one is “wearing too much clothing” for Dyke Ball, is very troubling to me. Unfortunately, it is something that I have been hearing quite often in these weeks leading up to Dyke Ball. First years have nervously approached me and my friends with their planned outfits in order to have them “checked” for an appropriate level of nudity. Upperclass siblings too are highly preoccupied with discussing Dyke Ball attire, far more so than they ever seem to be about the dress for any other big event on campus.
I believe that the motivation for these worried inquiries is a desire on the part of the askers to get a feel for where they stand in the spectrum of attire, to compare their choices with those of others attending. Furthermore, I believe this need for comparison is rooted in a deep-seated fear that one will be considered too conservatively dressed and thus a prude or that one will be wearing something far more skimpy than every one else and thus over-confident and ‘slutty.’ Just because Dyke Ball is thrown by the LGBTQ org on this campus doesn’t mean that its attendees are absolved from the pressure of the classic virgin-whore dichotomy.
The fact that what is supposed to be the biggest queer event on this campus reinforces the virgin-whore dichotomy, negative self talk, and peer pressure indicates to me that Dyke Ball is not serving its purpose. There is nothing queer about feeling forced into attire that makes you uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that you must guzzle ten shots in order to feel safe. There is nothing queer about feeling forced to strip down in order to dress up.
During the Dyke Ball talk backs last spring many people in the queer community expressed concerns that Dyke Ball had become “a lingerie party filled with straight girls” and that said “straight girls” were the individuals adulterating our queer event. Although I too have a deep desire for Dyke Ball to return to an event primarily for the queer community, I think that Dyke Ball’s evolution into a lingerie party is not the fault of the straight-identified women on this campus.
It is the fault of the whole community.
It is a problem that everyone who has internalized patriarchal standards and projected them onto themselves and others must deal with if we want Dyke Ball to become a truly queer event. In the words of Judith Butler, “Gay identities work neither to copy nor emulate heterosexuality, but rather, to expose heterosexuality as an incessant and panicked imitation of its own naturalized idealization.” If we want Dyke Ball to be genuinely queer we need to begin by rejecting the desire to imitate heterosexual ideals.
So, this Friday, let us make Dyke Ball the queer event we’ve lost. Let us work harder at fighting against judging our bodies and those of others. Let us wear what makes our breath easy and our hearts sing. Let us wear what makes us feel like the powerful individuals we are.
Although I haven’t decided what I’m wearing to Dyke Ball this year, I do know that I’m going to wear whatever makes me feel infinitely badass and beautiful in that moment. I hope you’ll join me. After all, it’s about time we get truly creative with our creative black tie.