"In the psychic moving stream of Tumblr, teen girls build and perform their individual aesthetics, which are not anonymous, even if individual images are not interacted with in the same reverent (or highly art-critical) way with which one might encounter a Monet in a museum. The teen-girl Tumblr aesthetic is less about an individual image that might be dissected and praised or excellence in a specific medium, and more about “articulating a point of view."

The Teen-Girl Tumblr Aesthetic by Alicia Eler and Kate Durbin (March 1, 2013)

TRIGGER WARNING article discussions of death, violence against women, online harrasment, aaaand quotes lena dunham for no particular reason.

I found this article equal parts baffling, super important and way too intense. It took me three tries to make it to the end, and I can’t get past the fact that they used the death of a young woman as the declencheur for this conversation.

I also wonder how distorted my own visions of these topics are since I’ve only been using Tumblr since the age of 22. Not to mention how sick I am of people lauding/touting Molly Soda as representative of this so-called “Teen-Girl Tumblr Aesthetic.” “Tumblr-famous tEEN GuRL?” She’s 23. Bitch was on livejournal just like the rest of us, never used Tumblr as a diary or a tumblelog in the traditional sense, but as a hyper-parodic art school experiment exploring notions of girlhood. The more people talk about her, the more people talk about her and convince themselves she is some sort of elected representative of every teen girl on tumblr ever? When in fact, she’s mostly mocking it? Snore.

Also, very curious about the absolute absence of discussions around race in this piece… the central figure is Asian, but that is not addressed at all. This is compounded by the fact that all of the images and examples used are very much centered around whiteness and white privilege. There have been countless important discussions challenging the way white young women in these online spaces react in knee-jerk ways to being challenged to at least address these questions. Not to mention, more importantly, how many POC resist those dominant scripts by creating and sharing their own images, giving voice to “girls like them” in a way that hadn’t been nearly as accessible/widespread a few short years ago.

I’ve got lots of feelings, most of them not good. Like, knot in the pit of my stomach not good.

girlsandmachines:

By Sally Mann
"It’s tricky to puzzle out exactly what to make of the persistence of rape in film. You could argue that the ubiquity raises awareness about sexual violence as easily as you can say that it desensitizes us to the trauma. But one thing is certain. The idea of “legitimate rape” is not an idea ensconced only in red states by conservative extremists. It’s in blockbuster action movies, on TV, and in sensitive indie films. And when you start to recognize the persistence, it’s hard to see the experience on its own terms rather than a trope, the cherry atop the coming-of-age sundae."

Special Victims by Elizabeth Greenwood (September 14th, 2012)

"When you are a young woman and your body becomes a reminder of tragedy, how can you ever come to love it?” I wrote in that secluded cabin in Banff. “You yourself become a crime scene — a place of mourning you carry with you every day. Something tolerated, hated or, most commonly, ignored. I am happy for those people who see the body as a tool of empowerment, a vessel for pleasure and strength, but I’ve had to unlearn mine as a site of violence out of necessity."

— Stacey May Fowles, “What can’t be published” from The National Post. (via batarde)

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"

Being a fourteen year old girl is like being forcibly submerged in this cultural narrative about falling in love. It’s a weird time – having no experiential knowledge of this feeling that is so ubiquitously discussed. Falling in love is aimed at young girls like a self-worth destroying weapon. When will it happen to you? What boy will choose you? Do you have the right lip gloss?

I was young then but I was smart. I needed someone who could speak to the terrified & terrifying young lady I knew I would be. It wasn’t the clothes or the dates that would be dangerous. That part I understood. It wasn’t love that was dangerous – it was me.

"

— iris’ super thoughtful album review/love letter to fiona apple. read the whole thing: Doing Femme: Fiona Apple

imspeckledlikealeopard:

Thurston Hopkins - Tango in the East End, London, 1954 

imspeckledlikealeopard:

Thurston Hopkins - Tango in the East End, London, 1954 

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melbamango:

Carrie Mae Weems, beautiful.

from “The Kicthen Table Series,” 1990. i have a really soft spot for photography series like this one.

melbamango:

Carrie Mae Weems, beautiful.

from “The Kicthen Table Series,” 1990. i have a really soft spot for photography series like this one.

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teen angst

a small selection of my favourite songs about being a teenager in love (mostly about the best parts). including songs by flight facilities, ancient crux, air, neko case, and broken social scene.

the other day i was listening to the virgin suicides soundtrack and my partner said something to the effect of how it was a beautiful film about how being a teenage girl can feel so much more tragic than it is, and how it was more a film for adults than for teenage girls. i was all “HELL TO THE NO, are you fucking kidding?” and quickly remembered how much this movie meant to me when i saw it. and then i thought out loud about how i wasn’t really sure why it was so important to me at the time… and also how awkward i’ve always felt about how much i love the story of teenage girl sisters told from the perspective of a bunch of teenage boys who hardly know them (written by an adult male). for some reason though i’ve got a lot of respect for jeffrey eugenides and feel like he can tackle the stories of girls without coming off as appropriating their stories.
when arguing with my partner about the film and which audience it was intended for, this was the image that came to mind. celia in that white lace late seventies dress, and the plastic bangles covering her self-inflicted wounds. i remember the teenage girls who cropped it and used it as their livejournal icons in the early 2000s, where they talked about their (non existent and/or unrequited) lovers in the most melodramatic of ways… i remember that line about how old men could never possibly know what it was to be a thirteen year old girl.
i was a bit older than thirteen when i saw the film, 14 or 15 maybe, but i’m pretty sure i used that line on more than one occasion when someone tried to make me feel as though my feelings weren’t valid, simply because i was a young girl.
(i miss writing about movies, maybe i should make more time for that again)
(been thinking lots about girlhood lately, does it show?)

the other day i was listening to the virgin suicides soundtrack and my partner said something to the effect of how it was a beautiful film about how being a teenage girl can feel so much more tragic than it is, and how it was more a film for adults than for teenage girls. i was all “HELL TO THE NO, are you fucking kidding?” and quickly remembered how much this movie meant to me when i saw it. and then i thought out loud about how i wasn’t really sure why it was so important to me at the time… and also how awkward i’ve always felt about how much i love the story of teenage girl sisters told from the perspective of a bunch of teenage boys who hardly know them (written by an adult male). for some reason though i’ve got a lot of respect for jeffrey eugenides and feel like he can tackle the stories of girls without coming off as appropriating their stories.

when arguing with my partner about the film and which audience it was intended for, this was the image that came to mind. celia in that white lace late seventies dress, and the plastic bangles covering her self-inflicted wounds. i remember the teenage girls who cropped it and used it as their livejournal icons in the early 2000s, where they talked about their (non existent and/or unrequited) lovers in the most melodramatic of ways… i remember that line about how old men could never possibly know what it was to be a thirteen year old girl.

i was a bit older than thirteen when i saw the film, 14 or 15 maybe, but i’m pretty sure i used that line on more than one occasion when someone tried to make me feel as though my feelings weren’t valid, simply because i was a young girl.

(i miss writing about movies, maybe i should make more time for that again)

(been thinking lots about girlhood lately, does it show?)

roadsidelions:

novazembla:

“Clueless in the Neocolonial World Order”
“Pleasures and Problems of the ‘Angry Girl’”
“Maternity, Murder, and Monsters: Legends of Babysitter Horror”
“Too Much of Something Is Bad Enough: Success and Excess in Spice World”


Oh man, this mother is $36. Work library has it on one hour special loan - gonna go get it at lunch and scan it on the office copier and share it with all of tumblrs. 

yeah i need to treat myself to this.

roadsidelions:

novazembla:

  • Clueless in the Neocolonial World Order”
  • “Pleasures and Problems of the ‘Angry Girl’”
  • “Maternity, Murder, and Monsters: Legends of Babysitter Horror”
  • “Too Much of Something Is Bad Enough: Success and Excess in Spice World

Oh man, this mother is $36. Work library has it on one hour special loan - gonna go get it at lunch and scan it on the office copier and share it with all of tumblrs.

yeah i need to treat myself to this.

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