You can’t pick and choose what parts of feminism you want. You can’t support your queer sisters but not your trans sisters. You can’t support your fat sisters but not your sisters of colour. Being a feminist means creating a positive and equal space for women. The second you start excluding women based on which characteristics you do or do not find appealing you have defeated the whole point of being a feminist.
White feminism is a set of beliefs that allows for the exclusion of issues that specifically affect women of colour. It is “one size-fits all” feminism, where middle class white women are the mould that others must fit. It is a method of practicing feminism, not an indictment of every individual white feminist, everywhere, always.
Ilana Glazer gets a Critic’s Choice nomination for Broad City while Abbi Jacobson does not.
Bustle’s Anneliese Cooper tries to make sense of it:
"Perhaps this skew is due to the fact that, on the show, Jacobson plays the proverbial straight man, a role traditionally given less comedic credit for an often tougher gig. As the fast-talking, crop-top-sporting wild child of the duo, Glazer is usually afforded the more quotable lines and goofier scenarios (and slays them, of course) — see: her grooving freehand in the back of an in-motion U-Haul, while Abbi stays bungee-corded, Odysseus-style, to the side.
And still, Jacobson deserves some serious props for her character, if not more, says I. Because while Ilana is who we hope we might be on our most adventurous (or, um, otherwise medicated) days, Abbi is who we probably are today, or were last week when we wore our bathing suit as underwear and walked 30 blocks rather than shell out for the subway. (Or was that just me? Anyone?)”
bro i love sports and women. i got to like 8th base with this hot babe “8th base whats that” she took me to the house she grew up in and showed me pictures of her dead relatives. We sat in the living room and she told me the stories of her life that lead to that moment. Like quicksand they, and that moment were gone and we left back into the cold world which we’d been spat into. It was raining