To all those who don’t think the rape joke was a problem, or rape jokes are a problem.
I get it, you’re a decent guy. I can even believe it. You’ve never raped anybody. You would NEVER rape anybody. You’re upset that all these feminists are trying to accuse you of doing something or connect you to doing something that, as far as you’re concerned, you’ve never done and would never condone.
And they’ve told you about triggers, and PTSD, and how one in six women is a survivor, and you get it. You do. But you can’t let every time someone gets all upset get in the way of you having a good time, right?
So fine. If all those arguments aren’t going anything for you, let me tell you this. And I tell you this because I genuinely believe you mean it when you say you don’t want to hurt anybody, and you don’t see the harm, and that it’s important to you to do your best to be a decent and good person. And I genuinely believe you when you say you would never associate with a rapist and you think rape really is a very bad thing.
Because this is why I refuse to take rape jokes sitting down-
6% of college age men, slightly over 1 in 20, will admit to raping someone in anonymous surveys, as long as the word “rape” isn’t used in the description of the act.
6% of Penny Arcade’s target demographic will admit to actually being rapists when asked.
A lot of people accuse feminists of thinking that all men are rapists. That’s not true. But do you know who think all men are rapists?
They really do. In psychological study, the profiling, the studies, it comes out again and again.
Virtually all rapists genuinely believe that all men rape, and other men just keep it hushed up better. And more, these people who really are rapists are constantly reaffirmed in their belief about the rest of mankind being rapists like them by things like rape jokes, that dismiss and normalize the idea of rape.
If one in twenty guys is a real and true rapist, and you have any amount of social activity with other guys like yourself, really cool guy, then it is almost a statistical certainty that one time hanging out with friends and their friends, playing Halo with a bunch of guys online, in a WoW guild, or elsewhere, you were talking to a rapist. Not your fault. You can’t tell a rapist apart any better than anyone else can. It’s not like they announce themselves.
But, here’s the thing. It’s very likely that in some of these interactions with these guys, at some point or another someone told a rape joke. You, decent guy that you are, understood that they didn’t mean it, and it was just a joke. And so you laughed.
And, decent guy who would never condone rape, who would step in and stop rape if he saw it, who understands that rape is awful and wrong and bad, when you laughed?
That rapist who was in the group with you, that rapist thought that you were on his side. That rapist knew that you were a rapist like him. And he felt validated, and he felt he was among his comrades.
You. The rapist’s comrade.
And if that doesn’t make you feel sick to your stomach, if that doesn’t make you want to throw up, if that doesn’t disturb you or bother you or make you feel like maybe you should at least consider not participating in that kind of humor anymore…
Well, maybe you aren’t as opposed to rapists as you claim.” —
Time-Machine (via a comment at shakesville.com)
Single greatest argument about this I have ever heard.
Links for bored people. You’re welcome.
THANK YOU INTERNET
but this is seriously the coolest collection of webpages ever
- YOU AREN’T AN IDIOT FOR DOING SOMETHING WRONG
- YOU AREN’T AN IDIOT FOR SAYING SOMETHING WRONG
- YOU AREN’T AN IDIOT FOR NOT KNOWING SOMETHING
- YOU AREN’T AN IDIOT
- YOU ARE A WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING AND I LOVE YOU SO, SO MUCH
I’ve needed this for so long
made me cry what the
bless this post
bless the animators for spending half their budget on Robin’s dorky dancing
They’ve come to the state where mocking eachother is totally fine.
So it probably isn’t very apparent from everyone’s dashboard but if you go to my blog’s website you’ll notice I’ve changed the theme. It’s time I took my blog a bit more seriously when it comes to writing because from all of the advice I’ve collected one of the biggest things an aspiring writer needs these days is a legitimate blog. Now I could go on to other fiction writing blogs and such but I still love tumblr so I wanted to pick a theme that was better suited for txt heavy posts. I think I’ll begin posting more concepts and ideas and I would like to post my real story chapter by chapter but I’m worried the internet is still not the safest place to share something that important to me without fear of plagiarism. So for my very few friends following me, I want to ask your opinion. Should I stay here at tumblr or do you guys know of any fiction sites that would be better? Thanks a bunch guys!
So I’m seeing all these adorable cat icons and I’m like, “Why not?” so here’s Lime Cat :P
You are cracked and chipped,
damaged from the wars of others.
Scuffed and worn yet you remain.
Wounded warriors stagger
to your feet in the midst
of the castle siege and rest.
The others are crumbling
to their knees all around,
so they lean.
The caving ceiling pushes down
on your head, rolls down your neck
and onto your shoulders.
Clinging to your legs, acid tears slowly
dissolve away your strength.
You’ll never shake them away,
only suffer in resentful silence,
growing weaker with each passing hour.
Like a sea cliff you will attempt to stand
in the ocean’s way.
But the patient waters will carve at your
sides until you are reduced to dust.
The enemy onslaught will cut through
your core and you will snap. Your
broken body will crush everything around you.
With every little disturbance, a disease of cracks spread
across your body;
long fingers reach every nerve.
Regretful words spew like splattering magma.
You will apologize later, but the scorch marks could be permanent.
Next to you, she is pleading for you to rest against her.
Her polished body stands flawless and unbroken.
As tiny pieces of you are falling on the floor you lean.
The moment your skin touches, some of the fingers
retract from you and point to her. But neither of you will move.
So once again it’s been a super duper long time since I’ve posted anything. Granted, I haven’t been writing too much lately but there are the few poems and philisophical rants I’ve kept saved but neglected to share. Granted when you only post text in a slew of pretty pictures and funny gifs anybody following me at all would probs scroll right past me unless they knew me personally (or if they do know me personally but forgot who I was because of the silly username). Either way, I’ll try to do better c:. College is still wonderful and fantastic, happiness, rainbows, unicorns, the whole shabang. It helps to have wonderful friends and a goo-goo-eyed boyfriend around. If we have any notable misadventures I may post about it. Until next time~
A boy sits alone.
His eyes ever staring
black pools of cold water.
Others see him but dare not
meet his gaze.
They are much too afraid
Like trees growing around
a stump with deep roots,
they keep their distance.
All seats around him are empty.
The roots burrow deeper,
the black pools are stagnant.
A long-necked girl,
eyes big but clouded,
plops down next to the stump.
She cannot see the still water,
her eyes are telescopes
searching the cosmos.
Her nose hidden in the clouds.
Others see her from miles away.
But she is much too far to be reached.
She won’t be bothered by those who
sit around her.
The black pools fill with sand and
change to brown. Now shallow,
people probe the bottom
with pleasant conversation.
The telescopes retract,
binoculars look down to Earth.
Lenses reflecting the brown,
I love transition seasons the best because its the only time when many trees fill with joyful blooms or burn with vibrant colors. But there is a great sadness that comes with autumn as well as a greater joy in spring than most would care to notice.
The bright fall colors are like a last hoorah for the trees as their beautiful clothes must be shed for us to clean up like garbage. Their once proud, lively, green shell has been reduced to shriveled up waste. It’s as if their once lovely leaves betray them as they grow sick and die; abandon ship. That perfect crispy leaf I go out of my way to step on once provided life for a proud tree.
Then, the poor things must shiver and endure the icy wind and snow completely exposed. Proud as they are, they would never admit to being afraid, lonely, or cold. As easy as it is for people to forget, the trees must know that Spring will come.
And when it does, it’s almost a sigh of relief for everyone. The sun breaks through the overcast after months of hiding and people can feel alive again. Flowers and plants reach out from the soil and stretch after months of sleep. And the trees rejoice as their new leaves sprout and explode with color. They are back to being the center of attention with hope of new leaves to provide them sustenance. Forget the Holiday Season; Spring is truly the happiest time of the year.
There will always be those weeks that start off beautifully. You feel happy, safe and content with everything in your life so it seems. Until out of nowhere a tsunami of troubles swallows you up. Suddenly you’ve got 80 feet of water above your head and you’re holding your breath. Sometimes thin rays of sunshine help you find the surface, even if it’s out of reach at the moment. Other times you’re too deep and you have no way of distinguishing up from down. Either way, all you can do is swim.
Struggling to get anywhere but that starting point seems like progress. Of course, tsunami’s are incredibly large, so others tend to be swallowed up with you. Their personal troubles may be different, and the timing of their tsunamis was coincidental. Many others were hit with the exact same wave as you. It’s comforting knowing you aren’t alone in the abyss. Misery loves company. But at the same time, you wish they didn’t have to suffer with you. Especially not the ones you love. You pray for the current to boost them up out of this place and set them free.
After days of fighting, you will eventually find yourself just inches below the surface, ready to take that next breath you’ve been desperately waiting for. Unfortunatley, something may wrap around your ankle and pull you back down…
The last thing you should do in these situations is let yourself drown in your woes. Even if you’ve done all you can and it wasn’t enough. Perhaps all it takes is raising your hand above your head and letting God take care of the rest.
Okay so after surviving my first week in college I’ve decided that I am having a good time xD. But not too much of a good time, I’m not that into parties or drinking. I mean, we all just had a movie/youtube marathon, gave my friend a spontaneous makeover, told our life stories to one another, etc. etc. etc. without any drugs or alcohol c:. This.Is.AWESOME! The majority of our dorm is gone out, most likely gonna have a rough, rough morning tomorrow (considering we just heard several cop cars and a fire truck go by) we will sleep in but wake up with smiles on our faces knowing that we make good life choices. That is all.