What kind of world do we live in when young men are so proud of violating unconscious girls that they pass proof around to their friends? It’s the same kind of world in which being labeled a slut comes with such torturous social repercussions that suicide is preferable to enduring them. As a woman named Sara Erdmann so aptly tweeted to me, “I will never understand why it is more shameful to be raped than to be a rapist.”
And yet it is: so much so that young men seem to think there’s nothing wrong with—and maybe something hilarious about—sharing pictures of themselves raping young women. And why not? Their friends will defend them, as they did in Steubenville, tweeting that the young woman was “asking for it” and that the boys were being unfairly targeted.
Women and girls are the ones expected to carry the shame of the sexual crimes perpetrated against them. And that shame is a tremendous load to bear, because once you’re labeled a slut, empathy and compassion go out the window. The word is more than a slur—it’s a designation.
Jessica Valenti, The Nation (via missrep)(via kateelliottsff)
[the] black ice cream: Look, say what you will, and if you’re kind, I bet you will, but it’s...
Look, say what you will, and if you’re kind, I bet you will, but it’s almost never the kind, the good, or the decent that make the first move. Owls in the sky would turn before they would turn. And we might as well acknowledge that this world of ours is inescapably our world. Acknowledge the…
I can understand people not liking Moffat’s writing because of his depiction of minorities and things, but when you think about it, he’s one of the best writers of our time. Let’s be thankful for his brilliant connections between circumstances. If it weren’t for him, the show would probably suck nowadays. Let’s be honest…
Tumblr, do you see this bullshit? I hope you see this bullshit. “I know he’s bad at minorities and THINGS, but he’s such a good writer!” What the ever loving hell?
White people, man. White people.
Another Commonplace Book: “Between the pedestals of Night and Morning, Between red death and...
“Between the pedestals of Night and Morning,
Between red death and radiant desire
With not one sound of triumph or of warning
Stands the great sentry on the Bridge of Fire.
O transient soul, thy thought with dreams adorning,
Cast down the laurel, and unstring the lyre:
The wheels of Time…
(Source: apoliticalnonsense, via niwandajones)
I Want To Read This
This paper sounds ambitious and fascinating:
