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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.
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”.
I even have a whole new category for it.
Here is something I need to say out loud:
When I do something that’s crazy, because I know it’s crazy, even though I don’t really feel like doing it, so that I can feel just that little bit more validated about how crazy I am, I am doing it because I’m crazy.
When I avoid doing something that’s crazy, because I know it’s crazy, even though I really really feel like doing it, so I can feel just that little bit less like I’m a freak who doesn’t deserve to live, I am avoiding it because I’m crazy.
They’re the same action. What matters is not whether I’m walking north or south on the road; what matters is that I’m on the road, and walking. And what I need to do isn’t head further south, or head further north, or (and this is much easier to do with your brain than with your feet) both at the same time; what I need to do is get off the fucking road.
Here is the blog that helped me to realize this crucial fact:
It is called Fugitivus, and although I can’t say I’ve enjoyed reading it, I recommend it wholeheartedly.
I haven’t forgotten about my last post, masterpiece of halfassery that it was. I’m just trying to figure out how to rewrite it so that someone might someday be inclined to follow its links.
I’ve just barely caught the fringe of this, but apparently a blog about foul child-torturing quackery is getting kicked off WordPress at the behest of foul child-torturing quacks. I should probably be asleep right now, and I’m going to be offline for at least a few days directly after posting this, but I thought I’d give this issue a little more air just in case. Their new site is here.
I apologize for how utterly half-assed this post is.