All right, so there’s this thing going on.
A thing where Michael Moore and Keith Olbermann engage in rape apologism; a thing where Sady Doyle of Tiger Beatdown calls them on it, eloquently and beautifully and appropriately; a thing where it seems like half the internet has her back and the other half is shitting on her as hard as their tiny constipated interasses can manage.
It’s put me in tears twice. It’s important.
And if even one member of my tiny readership catches wind of it because of me, it’s worth crawling out of my pillow fort to write this post.
So go on. Read those links. I can wait.
I’ve been sitting on this response for a while because I knew it deserved its own post but I wasn’t sure I had it in me to write one. Now, at last, here we are:
Please be warned that this post contains, and links to, discussion of rape. Read with caution. Thank you.
Oh boy oh boy oh boy!
Wait. Hang on.
I’ve seen that name before.
Two things make me sad here. Okay, lots of things make me sad, because I ran out of antidepressants yesterday (which also explains why this post is low on polysyllables and high on exclamation marks), but here are two of them: first, that Michael Hawkins abandoned that long-ago discussion just when it almost seemed to be getting somewhere. And second, that he has clearly learned nothing whatsoever in the interim.
Stuff What Boys Can Do over at Fugitivus is a collection of stories about men being awesome, or sometimes just decent, in defence of women and their rights. Simultaneously heartwarming, inspiring, and useful.
It’s worth checking back to every so often; when I looked just now it had doubled in size since the first time I saw it.
Dear science fiction industry at large (and, while I’m at it, producers of any manner of fiction, and perhaps anyone who writes anything with people in it):
Any human with a decent approximation of sanity, and many a human without, is capable of resisting their own sexual urges. Yes, even if they are male. Yes, even if they are teenaged and male. Stop talking about the uncontrollable mating urge of the adolescent boy, or of the adult man. Both are figments of humanity’s twisted collective imagination. Neither exists.
We are not a species of sad little marionettes being trotted this way or that by our laughing genitals. This is one of those jokes that needs to go away and never come back.
Because there are people who believe this manure, and when somebody believes something like that, they’re often disinclined to test it for themselves.
This angry rant is brought to you by chapter four of Orson Scott Card’s Shadow Puppets. I hope nobody’s listening to him when it comes to sex anyway, because this is the same guy who gave us the heterosexual pedophile outraged to be mistaken for “a faggot”.
Today, I read something hilarious.
In fact, the entire opening paragraph of that post is a masterpiece of tragicomedy. I’ll quote it here:
Science fiction is a very male form of fiction. Considerably more men than women are interested in reading and watching science fiction. This is no surprise. Science fiction traditionally is about men doing things, inventing new technologies, exploring new worlds, making new scientific discoveries, terraforming planets, etc. Many men working in the fields of science, engineering, and technology have cited science fiction (such as the original Star Trek) for inspiring them when they were boys to establish careers in these fields.
Now, the thing is, when I read that I expected it to be the opening paragraph of a very different post. (I should learn to pay more attention to the author tagline on blog entries.) The fact that somebody could think male-dominated, male-centric sci-fi is somehow a good thing still strikes me as more than slightly fucked. So listen up, Pro-male/Anti-feminist Tech: this is the post that might have been.