Confused Feminist

I woke up this morning feeling happy because I dreamt of some really cute kittens and I could remember how soft and chubby they felt. My thoughts switched from wanting to be a kitten foster again to worrying about what to write for my blog post this week.

I’ve found that over the last few weeks, I’ve been having trouble deciding on what topic to write about. Did something happen that week that bothered me? Did something happen in the news that bothered me? Did someone make a comment that was offensive? Yes, yes, and yes.

So why can’t I write about these things?

Feminism, to me, is something I’m constantly moving around in and figuring out where I fit. Compared to when I first discovered what feminism was and that I could fit into it, my thoughts, beliefs mindset have changed. In four years, I’ve experienced things, learnt things, met people with different ideas than me, which have all pushed me to explore feminism in a deeper sense.

It also became clear to me that there are different forms and levels to feminism. As a white woman, I have a privileged feminism. As an able-bodied woman, I have a privileged feminism. As a cisgender person, I have a privileged feminism. As a straight-passing person, I have a privileged feminism. But, as a queer woman, I also experience oppressions on a daily basis.

I believe I’m an intersectional feminist. For example, as a woman, I can relate and share my experiences to other women. By relating and sharing my experiences I can learn about oppressions that, for example, a black woman might experience and how they are different than mine. So as a white able-bodied queer woman, I feel like I connect with a lot of people and also learn about a lot of people.

But at the same time that I feel free in feminism, I feel limited to only my feminism. Over the last few weeks, there have been many articles and feminist groups on my Facebook page that have been talking about and analyzing certain issues that I feel like if I were to write about it or express my opinions on a public platform, it would come off as a privileged, oppressive piece because of my privileges.

On the flip side of that, as a white woman feminist, I can be accused of only being a “white feminist” and only being worried about issues that affect my oppressions and me.

I struggle with finding a middle balance in that respect. I do acknowledge my oppressions and privileges and how they are different from other peoples but how do I learn and have conversations about other people’s oppressions when some platforms don’t want to hear from me?

Since I’ve been struggling with this, I’ve found that I’m taking on a “lazy feminist” attitude. I have internal dialogues or conversations with people I’m comfortable with but won’t push myself to actually engage in discussions on some topics.

As I’m writing this post now, I feel like I’m whining and privileged because I can take time to figure out where I want to be in feminism. At the same time, I think it’s a good thing to question your privileges, oppressions, intersectionality and solidarity.

So, the conclusion I can draw from this post is that I’m confused about where to fit into feminism and in turn I’m having a tough time committing and writing about issues.






Mascot Madness

I get excited for Festival du Voyageur every year. When I heard there was a Mascot Challenge,  I knew  my photo essay for journalism class had to be about this event!


Le Festival du Voyageur (Festival) brings people of all ages together to celebrate Voyageur, Métis and French culture. Le Festival even brings the city’s well-known mascots to the Voyageur Park for the Mascot Challenge.

Kids of all ages and their families gathered around to cheer on their favourite mascots in a hay bale race and tug a war in front of le Fort Gilbraltar.

Mike E. Moose, BINjamin, Buzz and Léo La Tuque, Festival’s mascot since 1972, are some of the popular mascots at the event.

After the challenges, kids wanted their pictures taken with all the mascots. Parents were happy to take pictures and laughed as they got their picture taken too.


Léo La Tuque, the first mascot to arrive for the Mascot Challenge at Festival Park on Saturday, is greeted by a young fan./DANELLE GRANGER



Mascots DomoRoo from Domo (right), Pelle the Penguin from Corpell’s Water (left) and Trusty from Winnipeg Block Parents (centre) make their way to the Mascot Challenge at Festival Park Saturday./DANELLE GRANGER



All the mascots at the Mascot Challenge take a group picture with kids from the audiene in front of le Fort Gilbraltor in Festival Park Saturday afternoon./DANELLE GRANGER



Winnipeg Blue Bomber’s mascots Boomer (left) and Buzz (right) race each other in the first challenge at the Mascot Challenge Saturday as the crowd cheers them on./DANELLE GRANGER



Winnipeg Jets’ mascot Mike E. Moose carries BINjamin’s hay bale because he couldn’t bend over to pick it up in the Mascot Challenge Saturday./DANELLE GRANGER



The mascots break off into two teams for a round of tug a war in the second challenge at the Mascot Challenge in Festival Park Saturday./DANELLE GRANGER



Green Drop poses with some kids after the Mascot Challenge event, while Willie from Lilac Resort puts a smile on a little boy’s face./DANELLE GRANGER


With all these mascots, how could you not take a selfie with Safari Stan from Petland?

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I’ve Just About Had Enough

*Trigger Warning – Rape, Roosh V.*

As I was scrolling through my Facebook feed, I saw an article about how Roosh V. (who is, in case some of you don’t know, is a misogynistic, sexist, homophobic, transphobic excuse of a human) is now targeting female journalists for making him out to be a bad guy.

As an inspiring female journalist, I don’t take this lightly. My job is to report the facts, true facts, back them up and share that to the public to inform them. When it comes to misogynistic men with an Internet fan base planning meet ups across the world, you bet journalists, female, male, non-identifying, will write about it.

Roosh, let me inform you on the eight aspects of newsworthiness.

Human Interest: Any woman, non-masculine man, a queer person that walks by your group of followers, will feel unsafe, fear and danger. Talking about your meet up day is a human interest and a safety concern.

Bizzare: Who the f*ck organizes group meeting across the globe for pathetic men who feel sorry for themselves? Don’t want women to turn you down? Be respectful and don’t write blog posts about why rape should be legal on private property.

Proximity: When you organize a meet up of creeps in populated cities across Canada and the world, you are in fact putting people in those areas in danger. I know, the definition of danger is a little confusing to you.

Currency: All anyone could talk about this week was you, which I’m sure you loved.

Timeliness: You announced at the beginning of this week that you were having an International Meet-Up Day…Then it got cancelled…Then you said YOU didn’t feel safe…Yup, people are going to talk about it.

Impact: You getting your little group of misogynistic man friends to meet at public places across Canada and the world and take videos or pictures of feminists confronting you so you can bash them online, impacts their lives.

Prominence: You’ve been talked about over the last year because of your blog post on legalizing rape. When there’s news that people who look up to you are coming to places where, you know, people live, it matters to them to know about that.

Conflict: You think it’s OK to set up meetings across the globe so small-minded people like yourself could sit in circles and bash feminists and people who don’t fit into your archaic definitions of “man,” “woman,” and “society.”

 Clearly, you don’t understand any of this, which is why you think your safety is at risk and you get mad when journalists, female, journalists, write about you.

I still haven’t even mentioned the best part of all of this.

You are mad at women journalists because “Dozens of reporters have now blatantly lied about all of us being ‘pro rape’ and have a ‘rape advocacy platform,’” the man who previously claimed rape should be legal on private property wrote on his forum.”

Interesting. Because all I had to do was search for this article and I found it no problem. Sure you have a “disclaimer” at the top saying it’s satire, except that the latter article said “He took particular offense to having been labeled “pro-rape,” insisting that the pro-rape post he wrote on his website Return of Kings was satire. It was labelled as such a year after posting.”

Now I can only assume that this reporter is telling the truth since I can’t go back and look for myself. Maybe the reporter is lying and you did make the post satiric.

One small problem with that, IT’S NOT SOMETHING YOU MAKE SATTIRICAL.

Blaming women, assuming only women can be raped, suggesting that rape be legalized, telling women they don’t have the free-will to drink, and claiming their rape accusations are false, are serious issues. Issues that impact people. Issues that you can’t understand, so you think it’s OK to make light of the situation and make a satirical post about.

*Trigger Warning – Rape

You don’t realize that you are in fact the problem. You are not making any wrongs right – you are making the wrongs worse.

Honestly, I wish you wouldn’t have cancelled the meet-ups. I wish I could’ve seen a team of women boxers kick your ass. Maybe in that moment, where you felt unsafe and scared for your life, you would’ve been able to shift perspectives and realize that’s how us women feel every time a creepy guy comes up to us and asks for our number 100 times after saying no each time.

When a guy thinks he can just lay his hands on our bodies because we “owe” that to him.

When you blame victims of sexual assault and rape and worry about the men behind bars who deserve to be there.

When you bash women on the Internet for standing up for what they believe in.

When you say my free will to drink should be taken away because when I drink, I’m asking to be raped.

When I hear that you are coming to a neighbourhood I grew up, a place where I know women, gay men, queer people, men who don’t fit your description of “men” will walk by, I get a knot in my stomach.

When I’ve learnt to walk at a faster pace than anyone around me so when I notice a guy following me I can go straight into a run if I need to and pray I have an advantage.

When I’ve learnt that even looking at a guy somehow gives him permission to hit on me.

When I have to explain that I’m not interested because I’m queer, and wouldn’t be interested even if I wasn’t, and have to brace myself for homophobic slurs.

When I know my gay friends are out at night and heaven forbid they run into someone who will throw homophobic slurs at them or worse, their fists.

You, sitting at your computer in your mom’s basement, do not know what fear is.

You cancelling your events online, do not know what fear is.

You targeting women journalists, do not know what fear is.

I know what fear is.

All of my friends know what fear is.

And you are helping to project that fear.

So, Roosh, congratulations. You have been talked about on another medium, by another women. Your popularity is growing.

But, guess what?

People like you push the feminist in me to work harder. To talk louder. To write faster. To never give up.

So again, Roosh, congratulations. You’ve pissed off a lot of feminists, and people who don’t identify as feminists but who believe in equality, to fight harder to make people like you extinct.