Chicks I Dig : The FEMEN Girls and Their Ass-Kicking Tits
If you’ve got a vagina and you’re a regular user of urban public transportation, then, chances are, you’ve been hassled (“complimented”?) by more than your fair share of winking bus-riders and metro molesters. And if such experiences have occasionally made you question your pairing of neon mini-skirt and four-inch heels, then this post concerns you particularly.
Fashion-forward club-goers and conservatively-dressed skeptics, fear no longer: the FEMEN girls are here to save you from unnecessary culpabilization.
These fiery Ukrainian feminists, known for their torso-flaunting protests and frequent trips to the police station, recently transformed Kiev’s underground into an active political terrain. Several topless crusaders ambushed the trains, sporting crowns of flowers and brandishing signs reading “I WILL RIP YOUR BALLS OFF.” Take that, Joe Gawker.*
What? TITS! Like, OH MY GOD! Did you see that???
Yeah, well, get the fuck over it and keep reading your pocket literature until the commute ends. ‘Cause the first guy who takes his chance at a sneaky grope will have around 300 fed-up females to answer to, and that number only includes active members located in the capital. (Estimates report around 15,000 international followers.)
More than just pissed off at your average creeper, the leader of FEMEN, Anna Gutsol, is definitively opposed to the legalization of prostitution in the Ukraine. Her organisation’s dialogue has been mostly geared toward criticizing and publicizing the country’s sad and lonely battle against sex tourism and bride-shopping, which pose a grave threat to the security and social status of many Eastern European women.
But the movement carries an important message for the rest of us, as well. This kind of societal corruption stems from centuries of sexist attitudes and practices that, unfortunately, continue to impact many aspects of women’s lives today, all around the world.
Even if you’re not one for dabbling in debate and activism, there are some simple questions that we can ask ourselves on a daily basis. What right do any of us have to judge or ostracize others based on the way they dress themselves? Rather than calling a woman a slut because she enjoys hot pants and knee-high boots, let’s engage in some intelligent critical analysis. Let’s be aware of the ways that women’s assets are depicted, exploited, appreciated, modified, worshipped and shamed in media and in the rest of the public sphere.
For a while, now, I’ve seriously lamented our lack of freedom to let those suckers breathe. The four-month peak in my nipply anger took place when I was a senior in college. During this period, I refused to wear a bra. And despite the fact that I’m rather humble in the breast department, let me tell you, many of my peers were not happy campers.
My friends, first of all. (“Jesus Christ, K, we’re going to the supermarket, not a Hooters interview. Cover yourself up, for Pete’s sake. No, really. Pete’s got a hard-on.”)
Secondly, the girls I don’t know. (“Dude, like, who does she think she is? Obviously she believes that putting herself out there like a whore is the only way she’ll get attention.”)
This was around the same time that I started reading Bust magazine and decided to cut off all my hair. Ah, young warrioress that I was.
Anyway, before I start to really digress, I’m going to go ahead and wrap this thing up.
For more information on FEMEN’s bosoms, magic tricks, and naked parades, check out this link, which will take you to a series of articles written by Marina Galperina, my huge, hardcore crush among the amazing writers over at ANIMAL, worth checking out if you haven’t already. Or, for info from the source, go to the official FEMEN livejournal page (written in Ukrainian).
Would any of you dare to bare it all to challenge the haters?
Your Kitty (au naturel)
*Yes, that was an easy swipe at Sarah Palin. I get my kicks where I can.