Chilled to the bone & 5 miles from home ... SLUTWALKIN

I've been looking for a good article which covers this issue for the last few days. I knew that it had started in Toronto, but their website didn't provide the view that I was looking for - idle, hegemonically tilling the net.

And now this:

In one camp, feminists of the second-wave, radical ilk have loudly decried the “sexualised” apparel of girls and women, dubbing such fashion as symptomatic of internalised patriarchy: a signifier of women being complicit in their own objectification.

Third-wave, liberal-minded feminists populate the other camp and are thoroughly unconvinced that femininity – however expressed – is either simply a tool of oppression or one of empowerment, and instead support women’s choices about clothes and behaviour.

The movement of slutwalking is the fascinating phenomena of what happens when the political passions of the second-wave fantastically crash into the third-wave’s warm embrace of sexuality performed in all its spectacular, confronting and revealing glory.

Dats dat shit.

After decades of feminist awareness, decades of Take Back The Night marches, decades of legislation and decades and decades of public awareness, surely such a consciousness raising effort is anachronistic. Surely we’re beyond the need to state the bleedingly obvious that men are responsible for rape and not women.