Monday, 27 October 2014

Jian Ghomeshi: Rowdy or Rapist?

Here are the facts:








TA DA! THERE ARE NONE.

We have CBC firing one of its most prominent faces and allegations of sexual assault from four anonymous women. We have one man's "poor me" sympathy card facebook status and an outpouring of supportive, questioning, trolling and hateful blog posts and updates and tweets and statuses.

Instead of making some snap decisions, I'm just encouraging people to read what they read with a critical eye. Ask yourself some questions as you read through the various articles and stories written about our c-list celebrity.

Questions like:
  1. Why would CBC fire someone for being kinky?
  2. Why would four women fabricate a story?
  3. What is your understanding of BDSM?
  4. Have you read 50 Shades of Grey? (kidding)
  5. Do you believe any of this is your business?
I'm not going to try to answer any of those questions for you. I'm not going to come up with reasons to support or refute Ghomeshi or these women. Unfortunately our parents were right when they said there are three sides to a story...in this case: hers, his and the truth. Are we really qualified to assume we know #3?


I do ask that you consider what you say about women fabricating tales of sexual assault. If one in 5 women in North America is sexually assaulted in their lifetime (and this is the most conservative estimate), chances are your words are being heard by a survivor who may be suffering in silence, due to the very ideas you are perpetuating if you suggest that women lie about sexual assault.

(It is statistically just as likely to be falsely reported as any other crime - which is a very low rate. But you never ask someone if a person really broke into their car or if a person really stole their identity)



Friday, 18 July 2014

#SaveTheClinic

This is a plea for my fellow humans (not just New Brunswickers, not just women, not just feminists) to rally either in person or online to #SaveTheClinic and #NBProChoice. 


If you don't know already, the Morgentaler Clinic, currently the only abortion clinic in New Brunswick and one of the only clinics in the Maritimes, is closing its doors for good today.

Some consider this to mean thousands of lives saved. Please understand that the opposite is true. The closing of Morgentaler's doors means closing the door on the future of all the women who need to access its services. It means lives lost. Abortion is a valid and legal choice and it is a human right in this country, and yet women in New Brunswick are now being denied.

Imagine a world where a man is up to his neck in child care payments. He's struggling to get by. He doesn't want more children but he'd like to continue to have sex. Seems fair right? Now imagine that man being unable to attain a vasectomy. Right now in Canada men get vasectomy costs completely covered without issue.
BECAUSE IT'S A PERSONAL CHOICE.

Imagine a world where a man wants to have sex but he's reached the age, or has a condition, where attaining an erection is difficult or impossible. He just wants to enjoy a normal sex life. Seems fair right? Now imagine that man being unable to attain erection-assisting drugs. Right now in Canada the cost of erectile dysfunction medication is completely covered without issue.

I could go on and on.




There was a joke on Saturday Night Live that if men needed abortions clinics would be on every corner. The fact is that men's health is taken very seriously while women's health becomes a political issue.








Look into the face of your daughter,  your best friend, your partner. Look into the face you see in the mirror. If it's not you today, it could be you tomorrow. And tomorrow is too late.

So please, take the time to tweet, share, tell your friends, write your MP, anything, to let "them" know that people care about this issue. That the women of New Brunswick matter. That they deserve to be more than their circumstances dictate.

Thursday, 17 April 2014

Open Letter To MP Rodney Weston re: Abortion

"Good day MP Rodney Weston,

I am 24 years old. I can tell you in all sincerity that I have grown a great deal since I was born. Physically, to be sure, but also in every other sense of the word. 24 years is a very long time. I have learned to tie my shoes and get along with my mother and earn two degrees. I have seen the birth of the internet and social media. I have heard news covering Hurricane Sandy and Sandy Hook. I have watched Gretzky retire and Crosby take the NHL by storm. I have learned about compassion and justice and responsibility. I have evolved.

24 years ago 14 women were murdered in what is known now as the Montreal Massacre. I believe that since then, we have made great strides in educating the country on gender equality. We have more and more women graduating university, working in male-dominated vocations and entering politics (though admittedly only one of our ten MPs is female). We have evolved.

24 years ago the Frank McKenna government put in place the regulations we still use today to monitor abortion. In 24 years, that regulation (which conflicts with the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms) has not changed. It has not been altered, redefined or reassessed. It has remained stagnant. It has not evolved.

The definition of stagnant is as follows: a body of water or atmosphere having no current or flow and often having an unpleasant smell as a consequence. I am writing this letter to state unequivocally that Regulation 84-20 of the Medical Services Payment Act stinks. Please do right by your constituents and break the dam that has been holding us in place for a quarter century. We need some fresh air. We need to evolve.

Thank you,
Rachael Grant"



Please join the writing campaign here: SART will SEND and add your voice to the cause. 



Friday, 4 April 2014

Take Back The Night - Song for Rehtaeh and thousands more


Rachael Grant - Take Back The Night

This is the live version of the song I wrote for the countless victims of sexual assault. 
Take Back The Night March 2013, Saint John NB



Wednesday, 2 April 2014

A Real American Horror Story

Spoiler Alert: This is going to reveal stuff about season 3, episode 1 of American Horror Story: Coven.

This is coming to you live from actively watching the rape scene from American Horror Story. Literally it's still on as I watch this.

Okay, yes, this show is about magic and witches and crazy alien stuff and haunted houses. That stuff is (HOPEFULLY) not real, but the scene that they just showed is about as real as it gets.

Emma Roberts' character goes to a party with a friend. They get separated and she gets roofied. The next scenes are flashes of frat boys moving on top of her paired with sounds of a very distressed and drugged woman. It's honestly gut-wrenching. It's painful to see the boys, faces after faces, hovering over her. Grunting, thrusting, grinning like they're the smartest guys in the world, and the first to think of drugging an unsuspecting girl and gang raping her.

They're not smart. They're disgusting. They deserve the worst kind of punishment. Unfortunately for most women, they're not witches who can flip the bus that the boys escape on and murder the shit out of those rapists. I sometimes wish that were an option. But you know what? A few minutes later in the episode, after Emma's character exacts her revenge, we find her curled up in the shower, trying to hold herself together.

Because the fact is that even with powers and covens and all the other excellent things that come with being a witch, rape is rape. Trauma is trauma. There's no escaping those feelings.



When the scene first popped on, I was horrified that they were showing it. And then I realized what a favour they were doing for those of us who know that that stuff goes on every day. That scene? It's a reality. It happens every weekend. People need to see it. They need to see it happening to an American sweetheart. Kudos to you FX.

You actually showed a true American Horror Story.

Thursday, 20 March 2014

Y'all got any more of them definitions?

Notice the hole in the middle: the anus of stupidity
Feminist Rachael here coming to you live from a hurricane of bullshit. We're hearing reports of misinterpreted quotes and winds of ignorance up to 100 km/h. A downpour of misunderstanding is on the horizon, and it seems like it will be a long time until it settles to a light drivel...sorry, that's drizzle. Back to you Internet.

Why the frustration? Why the small tirade? Why the prolonged metaphorical analogy to a weather report?



Photo: Merriam Webster.
(just kidding she's not a real woman)
Because of people actively choosing to not educate themselves on what feminism is. I want to clarify this big mystery for everyone. You know when you picture that woman who hates men and thinks people with vaginas are superior and blah blah blah? Yeah, they're not feminists. They're MISANDRISTS. Look it up. No, you know what? How about you sit back and relax and I'll look it up for you. Let's take it to our dear old friend Merriam Webster. What does she have to say about it? Oh look: A hatred of men. Yeah. That. Nothing there about wanting equality for genders, because that is FEMINISM. Don't believe me? Let's find out what good ol Merriam has to say about that. You are not going to believe this! Here we go: The belief that men and women should have equal rights and opportunities. Damn, those feminist bitches be cray, wanting women to have equal wages and the rights to their own bodies and the ability to become CEO without someone asking who she slept with.


So next time you're going to dismiss feminism as some radical activist group akin to Reformed Neo Buddhism (Pierce Hawthorne - Community, anyone?), try and remember that super small and easy definition. Equal rights and opportunities. The same stuff that abolitionists fought for. The same stuff that gay rights activists fight for. The only radical thing in my mind is why there's such a massive push-back to these concepts.

To the men out there who say feminism is stupid: If you are okay with your mother making less money than your father solely because she had the capability of birthing you, then feminism is not for you. If you're down with your wife someday being fired because she's pregnant then feminism is not for you. If you're cool with your sister being sexually assaulted and then being called a slut for "giving it up", feminism is not for you. If you think it's rad that your daughter is more likely to end up with depression, eating disorders, anxiety disorders and self esteem problems because she's got a vagina, then feminism is not for you. Otherwise, join the fight before you have to fight for someone you love.

To the women out there who say feminism is stupid: You're stupid. (just kidding). If you think everything is going great for you and things in your life are totally equal and you aren't scared walking home alone and your salary is on par with the men you went to high school with, then I am so happy for you. Let's zoom out. Let's take a look at countries where female newborns are murdered in droves because they're not boys. Or countries where armies come into town and rape women in front of their fathers and husbands. Or cultures where women aren't allowed to go to school. Or villages where women are considered property of men. Or communities where a woman is forced to marry her rapist to preserve her honour. Please, after understanding all of this, try and tell me why feminism is stupid.


Misandry is stupid (if you disagree, I'd love to hear why). Feminism is not. Feminism is a just, necessary and worthy cause. If you're not for it, then your stance as an ignorant and compliant bystander places you against it. Keep that in mind the next time you try and laugh it off.

Friday, 14 March 2014

Ignorance Is Not Bliss

Because of my line of work and the direction I've chosen to steer my career, I end up discussing sexual assault and rape culture with people who do not necessarily agree with my viewpoint. I struggle with maintaining my composure and with calmly stating my opinion. I continually remind myself that their biases against victims and their reluctance to blame perpetrators could come from anywhere. They could be victims themselves, coping by convincing themselves that they deserved it. They could be of a different generation, where ignorance was acceptable (as opposed to now?). They could be on a high horse because since they've avoided sexual assault, any woman should be able to. There are many reasons behind the vitriol dripping from these people' mouths. I do my best to ensure that my message is heard, and I've learned that pushing or forcing the issue appears to literally harden one's eardrum, and so I am gentle (against all natural inclinations).

I have heard so many disheartening statements, but a few readily spring to mind when I look over especially the past year of my life. I wanted to share some with you and hopefully to shed light on why these statements are fundamentally hurtful and ultimately wrong.

(DISCLAIMER: I use "she" for survivors and "he" for perpetrators for ease of discussion. I am aware that every possible pairing occurs with sexual assault.)

1. "If you're going to have drinks with a group of guys, what do you expect would happen? You've basically inviting sexual assault."
If this were the case, I would owe the boys I went to high school with a huge thank you for not raping me on spyglass hill or in the infamous Love Shack (a semi-rotting chicken coop behind my old house). But I think that they would be repulsed by the idea of hurting me. They were my friends and they respected me. We had great times together and I never felt endangered simply by possessing the sole vagina in the group.

2. "Rapists are psychotic." "Rapists are perverts." "Rapists deserve to die."
I understand the inclination to believe these statements, or statements similar to these. Unfortunately rapists are not slogging out of sewers at night with red glowing eyes and snatching up our women and children. They are your brothers, who were goaded into "banging the hottie" who passed out. They are your sons, who were never taught that their "body's nobody's body but mine". They are your uncles and fathers and cousins who were themselves abused as children and never received help. It's a cop-out to imagine monsters, when in fact the culprit is men. I would take it one step further and say that the culprit is culture. If you need to make generalizing statements, make these: "Our culture is psychotic." "Our culture is perverted." "Our culture deserves to die." We need to forge a new culture where systematic, blatant and subtle sexism are as repulsive as cannibalism (Yes, I know some cultures still practice this, but I think we can agree consuming human flesh is generally a pretty looked-down-upon practice).

3. "Women shouldn't be walking home alone at night."
The fact is that since statistically you are far more likely to be sexually assaulted by someone you know, accepting "protection" during your walk home is far more likely to result in assault than walking alone. I will reiterate a statement made in a previous post where I said that I am not recommending you walk home alone. In fact, I will not recommend any safety tips as I believe women have the right to choose the way they want to live, and asking someone to adhere to rules is a subtle way of inflicting guilt if they are assaulted whilst breaking one.

4. "There are so many grey areas though."
In telling the story of a sexual assault, it can indeed sound grey. The details surrounding the event can create a rather compelling tale which our society has labelled "He said, she said". When we dig into the finer points, we can indeed feel like we're swimming in grey-ness. We get bogged down. But pull back for a moment. If you've ever had sex or a sexual experience before, can you not remember trying to sense the feelings of your partner? Can you not remember them trying to figure out if you're enjoying it, or if they're doing everything right? You know. You know what I'm talking about. With these "he said, she said" stories, that gets lost. You end up with two parallel stories documenting the same event but with drastically different language. She says "he hurt me" while he says "she likes it rough". She says "I tried to get away" and he says "she was playing hard to get". She says "I was too scared to say no" and he says "well she never said no". There is a difference between rough sex and rape. There is a difference between attempted teasing and attempted escape. There is a difference between a lack of refusal and enthusiastic consent. The courts may not be able to figure it out, the police may not be able to find the evidence necessary. But that rapist? He knows. He either knows something was off, or he consciously chose to ignore all the signs. But he knows.

5. "What was she wearing?" "How much did she drink?"
Can you, in all honesty, tell me that this matters? I stated previously that when someone tried to break into my apartment, no one asked me either of these questions. I also want to provide a link to this incredible Buzzfeed Article that deals with the idea that all of the victims were strutting about in stilettos and little black dresses. And if they did happen to be wearing that, they were not asking for rape. Perhaps they were asking for a one night stand or a romp with a friend-with-benefits or some hot bar washroom sex with their partner. These are some things that women ask for. WE DO NOT ASK FOR RAPE.
Please pay special attention to the tweets in the article stating that they were in their flower pajamas being tucked into bed at age 6. Does it matter what that little girl was wearing?

Some of these statements are not said with malicious intent. That does not make them less harmful. Telling a victim that she was raped in a "grey area" will not make it easier. Asking a victim what she was wearing will not make her any more consenting. Implying guilt because of her actions will not ease her recovery. Ignoring the truth about rapists will not make them go away.

Educate yourself or breed ignorance - those are your only options.

Thursday, 6 March 2014

Why International Women's Day Still Exists

False. Media portrayals are not always accurate, fool. 
International Women's Day is coming up on March 8th, and I've seen some compelling arguments about why this day should not exist. I've heard some people reason that feminists are the enemy, that feminists want superiority and hypocritically promote double standards. I've heard that celebrating a day for women isn't equal since men don't have a special day for them. Another popular argument stems from the notion that feminists think all men are rapists and pedophiles. Still another would say that men and women are just naturally different and so should naturally excel in different areas. Others insist that we have, in fact, reached equality and that feminists are beating a dead horse (so to speak).

I could (and probably will someday) argue against each of these points categorically and critically, but for now I just want to drop a tiny bit of knowledge. And it is this: If you know a woman over 85 years of age, she was not born a person.

Just take a minute and let that sink in.

I'm sure this is a thing, but it ain't mine. 
When people argue that we've reached equality because women can vote and work, they are simplifying the issue to the point of ignorance. Humans have existed for tens of thousands of years, and women have only been considered persons since 1929 (in Canada (this varies in other countries...but not by millenia)). That is less than 100 years, and I am to believe that all our issues have been resolved within this century? Such a notion is actually laughable. If humans have been around for 20 000 years (homo erectus (feel free to laugh at this Rachel/Joey style)), then women have been persons for 0.425% of that time span.

Every system we currently operate under was created by a man. Our government, our business infrastructure, our education system. It was created by men with men as the target, the customer, the consumer. The entirety of our culture has catered to men for thousands of years. Feminism is not about succeeding under a patriarchal society - it is about systematically creating a new and unbiased system under the morality of equality of rights and privileges.

My shoveled driveway would beg to differ 
Understand that this means men's rights as well - feminists have been influential in creating paternal leave and rights for the father. They work to undo the stigma stay-at-home dads feel just as they work to undo the stigma a full-time employed mother feels. And yes, they fight for themselves, largely because the vast majority of men are not fighting for women's rights.

Up until the 1983, a husband could legally rape his wife. It was viewed as a marital right, not a crime.

Women are given prescriptions for heart disease and high cholesterol that were only ever tested on men.

A man is a Mr. Whether he is married or unmarried, his title does not change. A woman is dealt the hand of choosing Ms, Mrs, or M and each is saddled with varying stereotypes.

When a man reports a sexual assault or rape, his story is not questioned because as a society we cannot perceive why a man would lie about this.

For centuries, marriage vows ended with "I now pronounce you man and wife". A man is always a man. A woman is a daughter, then a wife, then a mother.

Pornography is largely filmed through the eyes of the man, and ends with a male climax. Men's faces or voices are rarely seen and heard, as the focus is always on the woman's body.

Advertising normalizes objectifying and demeaning women:

Her face doesn't matter, he's getting what he wants


The perfect date: a man's shoe against your jugular
Nothing sexier than gang rape
Glorified clothing rack - good to know women serve two whole purposes





These are just some examples that I can list off the top of my head.

It is not enough for women to survive in a man's world. We are trying to thrive in a new world - not one catered to women but in one that does not oppress.

And that is why we have International Women's Day - educate yourself.

Friday, 28 February 2014

Tales From A Young Female Athlete

When I was younger my mom put me in figure skating (she also put my big brother in figure skating and I believe there's a home video somewhere of him skating around in a dog costume doing the macarena...). I rocked that (read: sucked at it) for a couple of years and then demanded to play hockey like my daddy and brothers. I believe that this may be one of the proudest moments for my dad. Aside from a minor altercation with using a male cup for my female parts and it hurting like a bitch for the first few practices, I transitioned pretty easily. I got myself a sassy lady-cup and played with the boys.

First photo that shows up on Google Image
when you type in: Sporty Girl
I believe this is the standard football uniform?  
It helped, of course, to have my dad coach me for the first few years. I never fully appreciated the difficult choice he made. He had two sons who were good enough to compete at AAA levels and he gave up the chance to coach them so that he could help his daughter transition to a male dominated sport. I was the only girl on my team for the first 3 or 4 years and he treated me just like one of the guys, which is exactly what I wanted. My least favorite moments in hockey were when the other coaches did something that highlighted the fact that I was a girl. It made me feel completely isolated. Sometimes they'd talk slower to me, as if I couldn't understand a concept because I had a vagina, or they'd give me special treatment which was even worse. If I was actually horrible at the sport that would be one thing but I could hold my own out there. It was just demeaning to have to put up with these men who saw me as different even though my only marker as a girl was a tiny blonde ponytail poking out of my helmet.


What gorgeous...sports
I think that being all geared up did help because other than that ponytail I didn't look any different than the boys in grade 3. Overall my memories of early hockey playing were positive. But when I joined lacrosse in middle school I had an entirely negative experience. In true sister fashion, I wanted to play lacrosse because my brothers were getting into it. They'd play in the yard and I would want to join in and then I decided I wanted to be on a team. I had parents who let me try anything I expressed a sincere interest in, so off I went to my first lacrosse practice. What I encountered was a team of pre-pubescent boys who had never played with a girl, only this time I couldn't hide my girlishness behind pounds of gear. With just shorts and a jersey, I set out. At first I didn't even consider this - I'd played sports my whole life and had never run into any issues. I sailed in a bathing suit and played soccer in shorts, but with sailing it was usually with my female best friend (where we had some of our most epic fights, confined to a very small boat) and with soccer I was on an all-girls team.

Couture Soccer 
It was when we got into a circle to stretch that I experienced some of the deepest shame in my life. I was doing the crouch with one leg out to the side, and I noticed that two of the boys beside me were staring up my shorts - and they could see everything. I hadn't realized that my loose shorts - just like what the boys had on - would cause a problem but those boys just stared and stared. I was looking back at them, trying to force eye contact and they just wouldn't look up. It was humiliating. Should I stop the stretch? Should I run away? Then I realized I still needed to stretch out my other leg. I switched sides gratefully, only to see that the boys signaled the group of boys on the other side. I spent that practice knowing that almost half the team had seen a part of me that no one else had ever seen. I was ten years old.

I stuck to it for a little longer and then begged to quit. Even at that age I knew that the dynamic on the team had completely changed. None of those boys ever did look me in the eye. I had been branded "just a girl" from that very first practice. To this day I can still remember their faces, totally unashamed. I couldn't believe they had the confidence to just stare at me like that. A statistic came out recently in a commercial saying that by age 14 girls are dropping out of sports at twice the rate of boys. We're bombarded with images of what women should look like, and none of those images show a girl with dirt on cheeks and sweat on her brow. Another statistic provided by Dove researchers states that 6 out of 10 girls will quit a sport because of how they feel about their looks. That's some heady stuff, knowing that girls are becoming aware of their bodies in a negative way at an earlier and earlier age. But why?


The way I felt about my looks and my place on the team was altered almost completely because of those boys. I wish I could go back and find out why they weren't embarrassed or ashamed of themselves, why they thought their behaviour was acceptable. When we have conversations about why girls quit sports, I don't think that all the emphasis should be placed on the media or their self-esteem. I understand that there's a gendered focus but there needs to be discussion about young boys too. I was sexualized by my teammates before I fully understood what sex even was. There was never an attempt to include me or befriend me. My dad coaching me in hockey was probably the biggest reason I stayed, and I can't imagine how hard he worked to make sure I felt accepted. When I started out in lacrosse I was benched during games by the coaches, ogled by my teammates and felt forced to quit by my resulting insecurities. Maybe there should be training sessions so that coaches don't remain ignorant. Maybe parents should remind their sons that girls are capable of not only keeping up but also whooping their asses from time to time. Maybe boys should be held responsible for isolating their female teammates.

Imagine if my lacrosse coaches had "manned up" for me? I may have stuck with it, and instead I'm just writing a blog about it.


Friday, 7 February 2014

Baseline: Believe.

I've been looking back at the amazing support I've gotten from my family, friends, colleagues and coworkers after someone tried to break into my apartment last Tuesday. I was going over the details in my mind, and I started to think about how lucky I was in the way I was treated post-event. Let's review the facts together.

1. No one blamed me for having transparent curtains. No one told me that maybe I could have prevented the whole thing by having solid curtains, that maybe the guy felt welcomed by the curtains and it was partially my fault.

2. No one questioned my story. Why on earth would anyone make up a story about a person trying to get through her fire escape at 3:30 in the morning? That's just ridiculous...it's extremely rare for any crime to be falsely reported.

3. No one asked if maybe I had actually invited the guy inside and just regretted it afterwards. Perhaps I'd been sleeping provocatively? Perhaps having a night light on was like a signal that I wanted someone to try to enter my home? But no, that's foolish, obviously. 

4. No one told me I should consider his side of the story, that maybe he made an honest mistake and there were some mixed messages about whether or not he could break into my apartment.

5. No one asked me what kind of pajamas I was wearing, or if I'd consumed any alcohol before going to bed. It was very clear that this was not relevant to whether or not someone was trying to get inside my home. Why on earth would that make a difference? After all, someone was committing a crime. The circumstances of my attire or sobriety aren't relevant.

6. No one tried to defend the actions of the guy. No one said he had a right to come in, no one implied that I should have somehow prevented this, or that it wasn't that big of a deal. No one said "boys will be boys".

Are you hearing me? No one said I was "asking for it". No one told me to "be more careful". No one told me to change my life to prevent this sort of thing. Why the hell are we doing this to rape victims? If I had been wasted out of my mind and had passed out naked in bed, would that have been reason enough for someone to break into my apartment? Of course not. Yet every day it's used as justification for rape. And I do mean that literally. Every. Day. 

I don't know how, as a culture, we decided that women are extremely likely to falsify a report of sexual assault but the fact is that false reporting is extremely rare. Even when analyzing false report data on sexual assault we can see that many victims withdrew their claims due to fear, intimidation, or simply trying to forget it or put it behind them (a common stage in recovery from sexual assault). I cannot say this enough: Leave the judgment to the court systems, the police and the lawyers. Baseline: Believe. Do you hear me? That's all you have to do. Extend that courtesy to anyone you know who says that they've been sexually assaulted. No one bat an eye at my claim that someone tried to break in. No one questioned my story. Do not question theirs. It's much harder to come forward about a sexual assault than my situation, so imagine the strength that person has to even tell their story to a single person. Baseline: Believe. That is all I ask.