childhood studies · childism · essentialism · Feminist theory · girlhood · girls · matricentric feminism · motherhood · Uncategorized

Books and articles that have influenced me this year: feminism, motherhood, sexuality, childhood, family, nature (Part 1)

I wanted to compile this list to give a taste of my research interests but then I realised I’d read WAY too much so this will constitute part one of a series. Of Woman Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution by Adrienne Rich To be “like other women” had been a problem for me. From the… Continue reading Books and articles that have influenced me this year: feminism, motherhood, sexuality, childhood, family, nature (Part 1)

childhood studies · childism · Feminist theory · love · matricentric feminism · motherhood · RMIT · Uncategorized

Feminism and the Politics of Childhood: Gender and Generation as Categories of Analysis in Feminist Philosophy (Talk given at Graduate Feminist Research @ RMIT Workshop

Below is my talk. I’m very new to the research process and talking about my ideas. I’ve also been interrupted by bereavement and mental illness so this represents a very early, simplified and partial representation of my thoughts. Good afternoon, My name is Kate Bunting. I’m an honours student in the School of Global, Urban… Continue reading Feminism and the Politics of Childhood: Gender and Generation as Categories of Analysis in Feminist Philosophy (Talk given at Graduate Feminist Research @ RMIT Workshop

essentialism · Feminist theory · social constructionism · socialist feminism · Uncategorized

Help Mum! I Think I’m an Essentialist

It’s funny. The more I think about feminist philosophy, in the practical sense of what I want it to do and require it to explain, the more I find myself a bit of an outlier. When I was an undergraduate the worst criticism you could level at any theory of sex-based oppression was essentialism—such that… Continue reading Help Mum! I Think I’m an Essentialist

Fat · Femininity · Feminist theory · Heterosexuality · Pornography · Uncategorized

A radical feminist, anti-capitalist rethinking of fat politics (Part 1)

Is fat liberation expressly political in its aims, or is it ‘merely’ a consumer rights movement? It’s a provocative question, I know My fatness has been at the centre of my feminism since I was a teenager; the idea that size was one among many axes of oppression was sacrosanct and separating my experiences of sexism from the weight-based harassment and discrimination I received was difficult. These are tenets I still (at least to some extent) hold to be true, but my relationship to fat liberation in its current guise has been troubled by commitment to radical feminism and anti-capitalism. In this post I want to question the foci of fat politics by articulating the relationship between fatness and three feminist problems: sexual harassment and rape, pornography and transgenderism.

Child sexual abuse · Personal · Prostitution · Uncategorized

Male violence and reparations for patriarchy

Tonight I (just barely) attended a panel discussion with Sabrinna Valisce, Prof. Sheila Jeffreys and Dr Pala Molisa about whether prostitution is compatible with women’s liberation. Meagan Tyler convened and officially launched the new Coalition Against Trafficking in Women Australia report on the Nordic Model (NM)

Child sexual abuse · Personal · Sexual libertarianism

Feminism, sexual libertarianism and statutory rape

As a feminist coming to terms with the ramifications of my own ‘consensual’ relationship with an adult man as a teenager, the recent Milo Yiannopoulos controversy has given me pause for thought. In particular I am interested the process whereby victims of child sex abuse internalise the arguments of sexual libertarians and extract some psychological comfort from them; and the links between this ideology and endorsement of other kinds of sex-based harm such as prostitution.

Feminist theory · Theory and practice · Uncategorized

The Personal is Political: On the relationship between biography, theory and practice (Part 1)

Last year I spent a week in a psychiatric hospital. My electrical cords and anything I might conceivably fashion into a noose were confiscated; my medication was administered to me at precisely scheduled times from a window at the nurses’ station and my movements were restricted. In between substandard meals at the cafeteria, attendance at support groups and visits from my mother I read Mary MacLane’s 1902 memoir I Await the Devil’s Coming in my room and filled my moleskine diary with notes.