Grrrlpower(point) - Punk & sexism

PUNK

PUNK

No hierarchies

Political message

DIY

No patriarchy

Personal is political

Empowerment

FEMINISM

Disconnections between punk & feminism

Gender performativity Mosh pits Song lyrics Groupies All-male-bands dominance

Disconnections between punk & feminism

Gender performativity Mosh pits Song lyrics Groupies All-male-bands dominance

Disconnections between punk & feminism

Gender performativity Mosh pits Song lyrics Groupies All-male-bands dominance

Disconnections between punk & feminism

Gender performativity Mosh pits Song lyrics Groupies All-male-bands dominance

I wanted you cause of your bust .

And now I want a night of lust.

Can't wait around here anymore.

So take me home you dirty whore.

Slut, slut ..

Dirty bitch

I've had too many pints of poison,

now I wanna try your pants on.

I don't care if you're really crude,

I wanna see you in the nude.

Suppose you think it's fun to. tease.

Spread around social disease

Don't care how many you have had.

Just lie down I want it bad.

You think you look pretty cute.

Black and shiny diving suit.

High heels with a nine inch spike.

Something about you I know I like.

G.B.H. “Slut”

I don't need your company

Girls like you all come for free

I don't really want to dance

Girl, I just want to get in your pants

I don't want you to hang around

If I don't need you to jack me down

Well I don't really want to dance

Girl, I just want to get in your pants

Now listen girl

You try and try

You want we're just more than friends

You cry and cry

You know I'll prick you in the end

Look at me that way bitch

Your face is gonna get a punch

I said I don't need no cook, girl

I need lunch

Now listen to me babe

You go and find yourself a factory man

Girl, you were born with dishpan hands

I baby, I don't need romance

No girl, I just want to get in your pants

I need lunch

FEED ME

Dead Boys, “I need lunch”

You're jealous again

No, she's just a friend

Why can't I do anything without being yelled at?

Always on the phone

Never leave me alone

Why don't you just tell me what you want from me

Said I'll never leave you, no I'll never leave you

It's not the end, no it's not the end

I won't beat you up

But I won't push you around

Because if I do that the cops would grab me for doin' it

I want to go and have some fun

Go where the action is

Who the hell are you to tell me who my friends are

Said I'll never leave you, no I'll never leave you

It's not the end, no it's not the end

You're jelous again.

Black Flag, “Jelous again”

Disconnections between punk & feminism

Gender performativity Mosh pits Song lyrics Groupies All-male-bands dominance

Disconnections between punk & feminism

Gender performativity Mosh pits Song lyrics Groupies All-male-bands dominance

Bikini Kill

Erika Freas from RVIVR

So you're the man, and you've been told what that means. Now you need to control,to fit the social role that's been issued to you by our culture.

So spread out, tradition bound, and find in time you'll grow no more.Reverse that way and you will see the true point of thought before speech.

You are no better, and she is no less.You're no born leader, and she is not your bitch.

We've got to work to make a community of individuals,But we can't build on what they made. We've got to make your own placewith a base of truth.

Base that portrays equal says, with due respect and strength to break or cut off the lines that fasely divide one bodyfrom another and fuck the pride.

Respect.Hot water music, “Tradition”

Laura Jane Grace from Against me!

“And if I could have chosen, I would have been born a womanMy mother once told me she would have named me LauraI'd grow up to be strong and beautiful like her”

Against me!, “The Ocean”

Your tells are so obvious,shoulders too broad for a girl.It keeps you reminded,helps you remember where you come from.

You want them to notice,the ragged ends of your summer dress.You want them to see youlike they see every other girl.They just see a faggot.They'll hold their breath not to catch the sick.

Washed off on the coast,I wish I could've spent the whole dayalone with you.With you.

You've got no cunt in your strut.You've got no hips to shake.And you know it's obvious,but we can't chose how we're made.

You want them to notice,the ragged ends of your summer dress.You want them to see youlike they see every other girl.They just see a faggot.They'll hold their breath not to catch the sick.

I wish I could've spent the whole dayalone with you.With you.

Against me!, “Transgender Dysphoria Blues”