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Women are told it is unfeminine and gross to have muscles and to cultivate strength, which in turn leads them to actively avoid doing things that will build muscles and strength, which then makes them even less capable of doing things that require strength, which the critics then use as proof of women’s inherent physical frailty. And so the cycle continues…

Women’s difficulty with pull-ups is about more than biology | Fit and Feminist (via rememo)

And I always want to point out here: women, on average, possess more lower-body strength, while men, on average, possess more upper-body strength. There’s a lot of overlap and it isn’t always individually applicable, but that’s the generalization, averaging across the population.

But we SOCIALLY value upper-body strength, and upper-body muscles. So we construct women as weaker, because we refuse to measure them on the body parts where they may be stronger, we devalue those.

Lifting is mostly done with the legs. So women may be as good or better at heavy lifting as men. But we socially construct lifting as having to do with large, muscular arms and chests. You don’t really need powerful arms and chests to lift—you need powerful thighs, otherwise you’re gonna throw your back out. We actually lie about what makes a person strong and capable to favor men.

Push-up and pull-ups are upper-body strength exercises. So they’re socially valued. The military doesn’t tell you to do 20 squats as penance. No one is fucking impressed by all the squats you can do. Squats just sound stupid, hah, squats. We laugh at them because women might be better at them than men, on average. They’re worthless.

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This stuff plays into all sorts of other body image problems, too. The body weight that’s regarded as ideal for women, for example, is really only achievable for individuals suffering from mild to moderate muscular atrophy. You literally can’t get there just by shedding fat - you also have to let your muscles waste away. We actually regard it as “normal” for a woman to be suffering from muscular atrophy.

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I am always amazed that cis people can talk about this problem without once mentioning transmisogyny.
The most significant part of my transition, and the one that improved my ability to be read as cis the most, was losing two stone in muscle mass. I had to quit my job as a martial arts instructor and rein back my training hugely and it’s making me miserable, but cis people seem utterly incapable of not treating me like shit for having muscles.
And let’s be honest when have you ever heard a cis woman not follow up the phrase ‘I don’t want to put on too much muscle’ with ‘I don’t want to look manly/like a tr***y’?

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Filed under women feminsism this is really really interesting i kind of want to share this with my athletic trainer and see what her thoughts are on it

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When I first got this role I just cried like a baby because I was like, “Wow, next Halloween, I’m gonna open the door and there’s gonna be a little kid dressed as the Falcon.” That’s the thing that always gets me. I feel like everybody deserves that. I feel like there should be a Latino superhero. Scarlett does great representation for all the other girls, but there should be a Wonder Woman movie. I don’t care if they make 20 bucks, if there’s a movie you’re gonna lose money on, make it Wonder Woman. You know what I mean, ’cause little girls deserve that.
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I am not your cautionary tale

Sam Wilson fic inspired by watching The Winter Soldier. Reference to canon character death. Also on AO3


When Sam’s offered the chance to fly, he doesn’t know what to think. At first, he thinks it’s a joke but then they show the trainees the wings, and Sam’s mouth goes dry.

He’s never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

That glimpse is a tease or maybe a promise and over the next few months, the trainees are weeded out. Surprisingly, it’s the psych exams that get people cut and sent to different divisions. Sam doesn’t know what they’re looking for in the tests, what red flags get you sent out, but so far they like his answers.

Six months in they’re given a partner.

“You are not to encourage each other to do stupid shit,” their CO says.

“Well, that nixes all my usual ice breakers,” Riley, Sam’s partner, says.

They’ve been training together for months, but now they’re rooming together, and Sam wonders if this is another test, because it’s a lot of time to spend with someone without wanting to strangle them.

Wings, Sam reminds himself when Riley leaves his shit scattered across the room for Sam to trip over.

Sam didn’t grow up in the worst part of the city, and he didn’t grow up in the best part, but he did grow up in the city which meant buildings reaching up, up, up to the sky. Part of him wanted to work at the top of one of those to see if the sun looked any closer from up there.

Being able to fly will be much better than being trapped in a glass jar, unable to touch the sky he so desperately wants to see.

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