Should I be called to sit on a jury for a rape trial, I vow publicly to vote not guilty, even in the face of overwhelming evidence that the charges are true.
Paul Elam, the author of the above quote and one of the major voices of the men’s rights activism movement, will be featured on 20/20 today (Friday, October 18) at 10pm Eastern on ABC.
Watch it! Or don’t. Just remember that men’s rights has nothing to do with advocating for men and everything to do with heartless misogyny and advocating violence against women (and anyone else who is seen as contributing to a culture where men are brutally oppressed by a feminist shadow conspiracy).
I’ve actually been working on a post about this guy and his contributions to the MRA movement for, like, forever, and I just get too fucking frustrated and disgusted to finish it, so I’m just gonna add some more quotes and context:
When a woman protested an MRA lecture at the University of Toronto, Elam and A Voice for Men responded by comparing her behaviour to that of the Nazis, and then exposed her personal information online to silence her.
From an articleabsolutelyloaded with misogynistic, rape-supportive horseshit: “[Andrea Dworkin] even claimed to have been raped in 1999… C’mon, people, Dworkin’s problem wasn’t that she was raped. Her problem, and I mean all along, was that she wasn’t.”
"There are some good looking women at the SlutWalks. It is an environment where even mediocre looking women, by comparison, can look good enough to be raped."
"The concept of rape has a lot of utility for women. One, it feeds their narcissistic need to feel irresistible. Two, it feeds their narcissistic need to feel irresistible."
"But are these women asking to get raped? In the most severe and emphatic terms possible the answer is no, they are not asking to get raped. They are freaking begging for it.”
I’m going to assume this has happened to anyone who’s ever cuddled anyone and has a penis.
Source (find the exact comic yourself; at least I linked you to the webpage)
no, no, dont do this, please, if you are cuddling w/ me your boner is like a compliment and i welcome you to grind that shit into the back of my legs
if we are spooning and there isn’t a boner pressed into my butt I will assume you don’t actually like me and get really upset
no spoons a good spoon without a boner
Every spoon has a handle.
Wouldn’t it now be called forking at this point?
I love that there’s an overwhelming positive response to boners during cuddling. Like to guys it’s the most awkward thing and, at least in my experience, it’s like “shit shit shit fuck. What do I do?” It’s good to know girls don’t think of it that way.
I think anyone over the age of twelve knows boners can happen while cuddling. If I trust you enough to cuddle with you, I’ll trust you to handle your boner responsibly.
I mean, sure, put fire extenguishers in classrooms. Classrooms really should have ‘em.
But as a WEAPON?
Fuckin’ A, man…
Look, to the right mind, EVERYTHING is a weapon. I habitually wear 5’ silk scarves. Excellent weapons to subdue, obscure vision or worse when knotted. I could kill the person with the chair I’m sitting in or the table at which I am writing. Crikey, I’m TRAINED to do it with my HANDS.
Get that, I’ve been trained how to disarm an assailant. And I have no idea in the world whether or not I would be effective in an emergency situation. AND I’m bright enough to know it. Stats are considerably more in favor of me freezing than otherwise (what with me being unblooded and all. With any luck I’ll live my whole life and never find out)
Do you know how many people who have been through INCREDIBLY rigorous training will fire correctly (or at all in a firefight?) Don’t believe me. Look it up. The percentage is low enough to that you might freak.
And you expect someone who hasn’t spent six weeks in basic to improvise a weapon and not freeze?
1. There is no use in trying to be honest with an emotional manipulator. You make a statement and it will be turned around. Example: I am really angry that you forgot my birthday. Response - “It makes me feel sad that you would think I would forget your birthday,
However it originated, though, the usage of “because-noun” (and of “because-adjective” and “because-gerund”) is one of those distinctly of-the-Internet, by-the-Internet movements of language. It conveys focus (linguist Gretchen McCulloch: “It means something like ‘I’m so busy being totally absorbed by X that I don’t need to explain further, and you should know about this because it’s a completely valid incredibly important thing to be doing’”). It conveys brevity (Carey: “It has a snappy, jocular feel, with a syntactic jolt that allows long explanations to be forgone” “It has a snappy, jocular feel, with a syntactic jolt that allows long explanations to be forgone”).
But it also conveys a certain universality. When I say, for example, “The talks broke down because politics,” I’m not just describing a circumstance. I’m also describing a category. I’m making grand and yet ironized claims, announcing a situation and commenting on that situation at the same time. I’m offering an explanation and rolling my eyes — and I’m able to do it with one little word. Because variety. Because Internet. Because language.
Classical pianist and YouTube sensation Yuja Wang is making her Celebrity Series of Boston debut on Friday night, and there is some debate in the classical world about whether or not the dresses she wears make for proper attire.
What do you think? Should it matter what a classical pianist wears while performing?
Plays Sergei Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 3, aka Rach 3, one of the most difficult songs to play in the world, the notes on the sheet music is described as being so dense it looks like a phonebook.
World shits itself because of what she’s wearing.
The world would rip a woman to shreds over her socks before daring to acknowledge her accomplishments.
Mother of fuck, ‘classical world’, it doesn’t matter if she’s wearing a burlap sack or a bondage harness. LISTEN TO HER PLAY. HOLY SHIT. SHE IS AMAZING.
She just sort of played some of this off the cuff for NPR.
That outfit would be inappropriate on cellist, sure. It’s perfectly fine on a pianist. So says the Proper Old Lady.
My husband, The Prince, is a classically trained pianist, and expresses this view, “Holy shit, she can play Rachmaniov’s Piano Concert No. 3? Anyone who can do that can wear whatever the fuck they want.