You made me defend Miley Cyrus. I will never ever forgive you for that.
Richard Cohen, The Motherfucking Washington Post:
Miley Cyrus, Steubenville and teen culture run amok”
You know who we haven’t checked in on in awhile? Richard Cohen. I mean, he was every back in the day, coming up with elaborate justifications for torture and all sorts of other inhumane projects. But of course, that was back in the day when the security fascist state was being run by white people and before all the neocons started being buried in the closet less they give away the game on the faux outrage machine about Obama’s “unique” transgressions.
And I mean, you just can’t manage the same level of complete inhumanity and what the fuckery on such a sparse budget, right? Right? Um… why are you just staring at me?
… how bad could it poss-
Shorter (or the last port before Jungle):
- Miley Cyrus retroactively caused Steubenville.
Oh for the holy loving of fuck.
Miley Cyrus twerked.
And apparently with that one action, empires have fallen, volcanoes have erupted, the sea has become boiling blood, and the very moon threatens to bury itself somewhere amidst Vladimir Putin’s colon.
Or at least that’s the impression I have taken from the entire fucking internet swarming over this non-event like it was Obama publicly declaring himself to be the Antichrist sent to institute the One World Order or something else that actually deserves to be news (like say which financial players are responsible for funding the continued sabotage of any attempts to fix the economy or any of the sneaking shit conservatives have been trying to pull with regards to voting or education).
And I guess by extension I have to throw my two cents in like every other intertron hack out there. Because somehow I am supposed to maintain outrage and shock at yet another blond southern Disney-factory cookie-cutter going through the same awkward record-studio-executive scripted “Girls Gone Wild” parody of “burgeoning teenage girl sexuality” carefully market-tested for the “I swear I’m not a predator” market with the same lack of sensitivity to issues affecting actual women, especially women of color. Oh how very unlike Brittney Spears and all the other blonde vapid child stars pushed through the Disney uterus of bought-and-sold “pop stardom”. Let me push the glasses up my nose and tut-tut about “these kids today” as if this resembled anything more than record-executive guesswork at what “those crazy kids are like” in service of the tabloid racket.
Oh wait, no. Because who fucking gives a shit?!?
I had to look up the word since my indefatigable spell checker had no idea what I meant.
There are two right-wing pundits earning more than I’ll ever see in my life who have picked fights with their spell-check software and lost?
Sigh. Our meritocracy in action, ladies, gentlemen, those outside the binary gender system, and fluberts of all ages. Ain’t it grand?
Also, P.S. protip from the underground, as it were. Spell checkers suck. Like a lot. Like, even terms that have been floating around for a good century still don’t seem to find their way in there and with regards to any slang or cultural idioms that have been invented since the late Jurassic? Well, learn to google, my ignorant friend. And just to emphasize that point, “google” just got highlighted by the site’s built-in spell-check.
I discovered from Wikipedia that twerking “involves a person, usually a woman, shaking her hips in an up-and-down bouncing motion, causing the dancer to shake, ‘wobble’ and ‘jiggle.’?”
Oh no, not “shaking that ass”. Clearly the world has ended now that spoiled white girls are “shaking that ass”. Hide your appropriately blonde-haired and ivory-skinned children inside your suburban mansions and shoot all the unarmed black kids. Society has collapsed and anarchy reigns!
Or… might I suggest politely that this is just one more of a long history of white people co-opting black “fashion” and trends. And ironically enough that association with “black girl” dancing is at least half of what’s driving the moral panic of yet another VMA performer doing a shock performance.
Hint, moral guardians. MTV is desperate for your canned outrage. It’s the only thing they’ve got to try and stay relevant. It’s the same reason that a previous VMA had the most tepid passionless kiss in history between Madonna and Brittney Spears.
That’s precisely what Cyrus did at the recent MTV Video Music Awards, for which she has been amply and justifiably criticized.
You know, somehow I don’t believe that the unspoken second half of that sentence is “because it fetishized and exploited black women’s bodies in a way that reveals the epidemic of casual racism rampant in the recording industry” or “because it’s sad internalized misogynistic parody of female sexuality reveals a rot in our culture that only allows depictions of female sexuality when it fits a pre-scripted narrative of ‘out of control party girl’ who will ‘get her comeupance’ usually in the form of a sexually abusive ‘panty shot’ that will allow everyone to get a charge of sexually shaming all women in the guise of upholding ‘moral values’”.
I don’t know why. I’ve just got a feeling.
She’s a cheap act, no doubt about it,
As much as we could hope that anything even loosely associated with Billy Ray “Why Bob Do You Hate Our Eardrums So?” Cyrus would be confined to a hidden corner stall in Nowhereville’s county fair for “pass around the hat” money, I fear that the All-Mighty Mouse’s empire of cookie-cutter blonde starlets means she’s making considerably more than that per “concert”.
Also, you know he really wanted to use the word “floozy” somewhere in here but his editor woke up from his Sleeping Pill Attempted Suicide long enough to catch and delete it.
but for me her performance was an opportunity to discuss one of the summer’s most arresting pieces of journalism
This is going places. None of which I feel entirely comfortable with.
— a long New Yorker account of what became known as the Steubenville Rape. Cyrus should read it.
… Ah ha ha… You’re completely serious aren’t you…? Fuuuuuuu-
The first thing you should know
Is that things are going to start getting… yeah. A bit rape apology…ish, if that’s a word.
Let’s just say Trigger Warnings apply from here on out.
about the so-called Steubenville Rape
Yes, the “so-called” rape when “so-called” human beings “so-called” filmed themselves “so-called” performing a variety of “so-called” sex “so-called” acts” on a “so-called” girl to “so-called” drunk to “so-called” consent before a “so-called” town and a variety of “so-called” media personalities (oh wait, that one actually might apply without the random scare quotes) “so-called” decided to “so-called” sympathize with the “so-called” rapists because they “so-called” play FOO-BAH and we have a “so-called” deep and “so-called” abiding “so-called” rape “so-called” culture that “so-called” excuse that “so-called” shit (“So called”).
Yes, I nearly “so-called” forgot. Please “so-called” don’t let me “so-called” stop you. “So-called” Go “so-called” on.
is that this was not a rape involving intercourse.
Neither was mine, fuckweasel.
Sigh. It continually baffles me that people insist on denying that there is no such thing as a rape culture when prominent fucking opinion writers for nationally read newspapers are trading in bullshit minimizations like this as if it were water and they had been stranded in the Sahara for a week.
Oh wait, no it doesn’t. There is pretty much no rape that can’t be minimized, dismissed, and summed up as the rape victim’s fault by those who interacted with it. Hell, I had someone tell me of how they had been raped, beaten, and nearly killed by a fucking serial killer and still the cops and prevailing culture were wondering if she wasn’t just a kinky bitch looking for a cheap lay. There is literally no bottom to this shit.
The next thing you should know is that there weren’t many young men involved — just two were convicted.
I’m sorry…? I wasn’t aware that there was a minimum number required for rape prosecutions these days.
Or rather I always assumed it was one. Seeing as how all rapes usually have at least one rapist. But I guess, by new Calvinrapeball (worst party game, EVAH) rules, anything under a baker’s dozen might as well never have happened. I’m sure having been raped by only two (who were prosecuted at great personal cost to her safety and psychological well-being) will spare her the flashbacks, massive triggers, PTSD, uncontrollable panic attacks, body memory horror, and so on that pretty universally haunt rape victims for years to follow. What with it only involving two (that could be prosecuted, barely) rapists and all.
The next thing you should know is that just about everything you do know about the case from TV and the Internet was wrong. One medium fed the other, a vicious circle of rumor, innuendo and just plain lies. It made for marvelous television.
Which part? The part where people were collecting and noting the video and twitter evidence the rapists themselves posted online of them raping an unconscious girl who clearly had no ability to consent. The part where the police and residents of Steubenville revealed that they considered football so sacrosanct they didn’t want to even fake pressing charges without external pressures (which I’m sad to admit was probably a considered factor from the die-hard racists in Sandford). Maybe the part where the national news media painfully demonstrated just how ubiquitous the rape culture truly is by producing endless fawning tributes to how the “poor boys” lives were “ruined” for having to go to jail for a pitiful handful of years “just for” repeatedly raping a teenage girl in a manner that left zero doubt as to her ability to consent because they were so assured of protection from society they didn’t feel shame providing the corroborating details in their attempted slut-shaming of her for being “dumb enough” to pass out in their rapey little presence.
Oh… right, right-winger having a stroke over latest blonde pop-starlet doing something “shocking” and “lewd”. You must mean the part when uppity bitches not even “from ’round here, y’hear” got their snooty little feminazi noses in every body’s business and used some “good ol’ boys” just having fun like boys do to point out the deep and abiding rape culture that allows this to play out unimpeded in billions of other parties, public spaces, private spaces, and homes.
Aww, poor baby, did the people pointing out that this shit is rape and should have consequences make your poor pee-pee too scared to be hard anymore?
The New Yorker piece was done by Ariel Levy, a gifted writer.
Ariel Levy… why is that name raising alarm bells for me?
Oh, right. Yeah, her really problematic writings on “boi culture”, which admittedly contains about 70 different cultures of young gay man, butch lesbians, baby butches, transmen, and transmaculine non-binary individuals and more all smooshed together by common language, but still. The fact that she identified all the bois she interviewed as “lesbians” and used female pronouns regardless of what they preferred to try and argue that “lesbians were mutilating themselves” because transmen who identified as “bois” wanted to get top surgery even though at one point they identified or still wish to identify with lesbian culture (it’s a whole… thing, largely built by the number of natural alliances between the two groups largely caused by a lot of those pioneering members of the movement who assumed they were just “butch” belatedly realized they were actually trans* and, yeah, there’s a dissertation there about that whole thing).
Yeah, it’s kind of a mess, and her “magnum opus” is one of those “sigh, yeah, but” works that tend to be the only “feminist” works to ever get popular. A kind of anti-third-wave piece that makes some very valid points about how porn expectations are sold to women in the name of liberation… mixed with some kinda slut-shaming bullshit insinuating that women being expected to put up with unrealistic sexual performance demands from society and partners is some “new” phenomenon and…
Okay, I’m getting way too inside baseball here. Let’s just say, she’s sometimes on, sometimes an archaic throwback to a version of feminism that’s been mostly abandoned.
And I guess, having stalled long enough, I should cover her “New Yorker” ,piece.
It’s a slopping pile of horseshit. It’s written in my number one pet peeve of modern journalism, the “he-said, she-said, who could possibly tell” style where you string together interviewed words of “both sides” as if it isn’t a journalist’s job to actually analyze information. And to make it worse, she uses most of her sparse words to lionize the rapists and those who minimized the rapes and demonize the “crass” bloggers who dared bring it to national-attention.
Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I would assume it wasn’t written by a supposed feminist who should know better, but rather by one of the endless hordes of victim-blaming, rape-diminishing anti-feminist fuckheads who were pouring out of ever media hole surrounding the case.
Even if this was a desperate ploy to remain in good with the type of slime merchants that pay to write for venues like the New Yorker, it’s a disgusting sell-out that adds another black mark in my internal shitlist.
And if you needed any further proof of that, you can cite this rape-apologizing fuckwit quoting her as if she was Phyllis Fucking Schaffley. Note to those who ever want to wear the mantle of feminism. If the fuckwits are quoting you approvingly instead of trying to smear and silence you?
YOU’RE FUCKING DOING IT WRONG!
When I finished her story, I felt somewhat disconcerted — unhappily immersed in a teenage culture that was stupid, dirty and so incredibly and obliviously misogynistic that I felt like a visitor to a foreign country.
Oh right, this fuckhead. I nearly blissfully forgot.
Yes, indeed, that teenage horror show that all good old fucks are supposed to treat as some foreign and unnatural upswelling of vileness the likes of which the world has totes never seen before.
Or maybe, just maybe, Steubenville is just one obvious example in a sea of unending examples. Some totally hilarious numbers for all of you:
There was an article. Or rather several articles looking into this whole “rape culture” thing that uppity feminists are always going on about. And instead of asking women, because y’know, those bitches are always lying, they asked sets of men. They asked these men straight up whether they had ever raped anyone. Now, to be fair, they didn’t use the evil “rape” word, they just described acts that were unmistakably rape, right down to the level of straight up asking about sex without consent. Those men admitted to rapes equivalent to around 22% of women. To be fair, “only” about 6% of them were doing the self-admitted raping, with 4% of the total doing extra shifts with upwards of 5 rapes each, but hey, to-may-to, to-mah-to.
And simple informal collections of people reveals that number to be pretty damn close to a full 100% of women, trans* folks, and queer individuals reporting at the very least one sexual assault or sexual harassment. And a really high number of men as well. I know people who literally do not know intimately a single person who has never been raped.
This misogynistic culture? This culture that diminishes rape? That speaks crudely about rape victims? That views “defenseless” female bodies as “fair sport” and consent as something weird that feminists make up to “punish” people for “bad sex”?
Misogyny and rape apologies are our drinking water that we have all been fed from birth and without awareness it can be easy to fall back on them when we feel uneasy or frightened. I mean, it does make sense that people shouldn’t drink to excess and yeah, it makes it easier to go out if you assume that “being smart” and avoiding the wrong things is the ticket to being safe and hey, maybe people shouldn’t be so provocative and no, wait, I’m not saying, why are you looking at me like that?
Or maybe I’m talking horseshit and the internet single-handedly invented misogyny and rape (ignore what the lies of Mad Men and history textbooks would say).
That country, such as it is, exists on the Internet — in e-mails and tweets and Facebook, which formed itself into a digital lynch mob that demanded the arrest of the innocent for a crime — gang rape — that had not been committed.
Oh wait, sorry, I didn’t mean to say it invented rape, because apparently rape doesn’t exist in Cohen’s world. Instead “rape” is just what uppity feminazis use to jail innocent FOOBAH! players who were just trying to spread peace and love to the world in the form of slightly homoerotic mansports.
All those bloggers who were just noting the existence of actual self-filmed rape footage from the rapists themselves (which in our broken ass system was pretty much the only way any rape case can even make it to that nail-biting step, not that it seems to have dissuaded the various rape-denialists their fantasies of “fictional” rapes), pfft. Just a well organized lynch mob, digitally recreating in this modern age the exact culture of celebration around the slaughter of a black youth for transgressing an informal “social law” and… err… I mean it strictly in the Clarence Thomas sense of the term.
And yeah, this paragraph just makes me look back at that preceding paragraph with a sense of portent and dread. If he thinks that the rape was fictional and that the meany poopyhead bloggers were the ones who were committing the real crime against an innocent, then exactly what did he think the “appalling misogyny” was…
This is one of those “the only real racism is when Al Sharpton, who is aparently all black people now, dares critique something incredibly fucking racist that we did” kind of things, isn’t it?
It also turned the victim into a reviled public figure, her name and picture (passed out, drunk) available with a Google query.
Yes, but luckily, we have brave articles like this one, to comfort her. By telling her the traumatic rape experience that was video taped and passed around the entire internet in order to “shame” her was not really rape and in case it didn’t happen and why was she trying to smear those poor innocent men with her “digital lynch mobs”.
Gosh, I wonder why more rape victims don’t try and prosecute against their attackers. It’s a goddamn fucking mystery.
And yet what indisputably did happen is troubling enough.
Oh was it, really? Cause, I guess after three fucking paragraphs of minimizations of a months old trial that the media is still nursing a grudge over and probably will continue to hold until long after the pair are released, you can forgive me for thinking it might not have been “troubling’ for you.
A teenage girl, stone-drunk, was stripped and manhandled. She was photographed and the picture passed around. Obviously, she was sexually mistreated. And while many people knew about all of this, no one did anything about it. The girl was dehumanized.
Dehumanized, mistreated, one might even dare say ra-
As Levy put it, “[T]he teens seemed largely unaware that they’d been involved in a crime.” She quoted the Jefferson County prosecutor, Jane Hanlin: “?‘They don’t think that what they’ve seen is a rape in the classic sense. And if you were to interview a thousand teen-agers before this case started and said, “Is it illegal to take a video of another teenager naked?,” I would be astonished if you could find even one who said yes.’?”
…Yeah. That’s called rape culture. I mean, for fuck’s sake, I find it hard to chide teenagers as some specifically morally bankrupt isolated culture, when we here in America made a fucking rape anthem our number one pop song for over 10 weeks.
As noted above, 6% of men admit to raping an equivalent of 22% of their target populations. And not borderline shit, either, shit described straight out as sex without consent, including violent coercion. You lower that bar to all the “blurred lines” shit that we measly little rape victims experience far too often. All those “little” rapes that don’t fit the right “formula” and those already terrifying numbers start to look like the overly conservative “best case scenarios” they are.
And again, I find it hard to join Team Douchebag in tsk-tsking about the “kids today” when he and the rest of the National Media spent most of Steubenville weeping over the horror of being accused of rape and how that totally ruins lives in the way it never does (not at least for the rapists, the rape victim can look forward to having their lives destroyed in a number of ways for “daring” to make such a “heinous” and “extraordinary” accusation).
And especially when this “Get Off My Lawn” FUCK tries to pull his “how could they not have known it was rape” shtick after spending Bob knows how many words trying to argue that the rape that was video taped (and is in fact the same rape he is chiding them over) didn’t happen because nobody got triple penetrated and there were only two of them and besides Twitter made the whole thing up.
I mean, there is disingenuous hypocrisy. And several hundred stories underneath that there is right-wing smug disingenuous fuckwittery. And then there is this shit all the way down, ice-skating somewhere in between Satan’s toes.
Illegal is sort of beside the point.
Illegal is exactly the point. That cops do not prosecute these cases even when it is open and shut and spend most of the investigation antagonizing rape victims and using them as foils to get out their own issues with regards to women, coercion, and sex. That society does not believe survivors and insists on a fantasy that rape is not a common occurrence and which believes a fantasy about it being worse to be “accused” than to suffer the hellish mental aftermath of assault.
That rapists feel confident and protected to the point that they do not even bother to hide it like a regular criminal would.
I was raped in the middle of a crowded, well-light convention hall. I am not the only person I know personally who has been raped in a room full of people who did nothing at the time and certainly did not react with disapproval to the assailant. I am having a hard time imagining any other crime that is so utterly normalized and without fear of consequence. Fuck, even when people jaywalk they give a look around to make sure no one with actual civil authority is nearby.
Making rape something with as much consequence as all the “his life was RUINED by that accusation” fucks pretend it has would go a long fucking way towards fixing this goddamn nightmare we are trapped inside.
Right, proper, nice, respectful, decent — you choose the word — is more apt.
It is more apt to describe rape as “indecent” than “illegal” or “fucking reprehensible, you immoral rapist fuck”?
Ah yes, truly I regard my rapist as a brute savage, lacking in the decorum a more civilized gent would have. Or maybe he was just some fucking guy. Could have been ritzy hoity toit. Could have been hick from hickville. Doesn’t really fucking matter.
And on that note. “Proper”? “Decent”? Yeah.
I think we understand you completely. It’s not the rape. It’s the “crassness” of public displays of sexuality. It’s that they put the “party game” online instead of privately passing it around the courtyards, sneering at the foolish girl who dared to drink around them as if she had a right to party like a high-schooler while in the possession of ladybits. It’s why Miley Cyrus is unnecessarily tacked on to this rape apologizing piece of shit.
It’s the public acknowledgment that “sex” happens.
Even when that sex isn’t sex, but rather rape. Because rape in your eyes, as transphobe Andrea Dworkin pointed out in her oft incorrectly maligned work (not that there isn’t plenty to malign in her collected works (my disabled peeps are nodding in the background)), is sex. And the sins of rape are the same sins of all sex.
Which is kinda the big problem at the center of all of it. That you and your ilk sell this ideology where anything even remotely related to sex is bad. And equally so. So having a fully consensual hot make-out session is equally terrible as raping a 2 year old child and if they are one and the same and all bad, why bother do all the work of making sure your partner actually wanted to. I mean, it doesn’t carry the same thrill of power and destruction and just makes you feel bad after anyways and besides people seem really hesitant to try out consensual sex with you for some reason.
It’s the same reason every few months, we get a new elected official reacting to the concept of consent as if somebody just created a flubert in front of them.
This is what got me: a teenage culture that was brutal and unfeeling, that treated the young woman as dirt. “?‘She’s deader than O.J.’s wife. She’s deader than Caylee Anthony,’?” one kid exulted in a YouTube posting. “?‘They raped her harder than that cop raped Marsellus Wallace in “Pulp Fiction.”.?.?. She is so raped right now.’?”
It’s fucking Youtube comment sections.
It’s like judging the whole of teenagerhood from the voice over chat of an XBox Live shooter game. Which on both counts is something that often gets unfairly called out as a “teenager” problem than what it is, a misogynist problem. I mean, look at those references. Not many teenagers are going to go to Pulp Fiction as their go-to reference. Just like outing of death threat dealing “kids” on services like Twitter or XBox Live have revealed much older men who should know better, it is not teenagers who are dominating this hate. In the case of Steubenville, the ones stating the most horrendous defenses of the act were plenty old enough to know better and an unending number of adults have swarmed out of their holes to be counted. You included.
So unless you’re including yourself in the “teenager” culture gone wild, you might want to fix that to a general culture of acceptance and vileness. And not of language, but of thoughts and ideas. Of a toxic masculinity where making spaces hurtful and frightening for women is a socially rewarded activity rather than treated as what it is.
A casual form of terrorism.
Yes, I know, they were all drunk, woozy and disoriented from a tawdry cable TV and celebrity culture.
Thank you. No truly, THANK YOU. From the bottom of my heart. Cause see, I was here thinking “would it be possible to hate you any more than I currently do” and you answered it. Oh holy fuck, did you answer it.
I mean, wow. Just WOW. Did you think you could fit any more levels of victim blaming into that one single sentence? Or did you fill it to the literal breaking point. I mean, we’ve got the “oh, the floozy tried to escape with the ‘I was too unconscious to give consent’” dig. We’ve got the inherent victim-blaming coupled with that by the rest of the sentence. And then we’ve got the “oh how dare the teenagers reflect the culture we adults have been drowning them in and reinforcing with all of our cultural narratives” and I’m terribly sorry, but I seem to have gone quite literally blind with rage.
You could compare what happened in Steubenville, Ohio, to the notorious 1964 murder of Kitty Genovese, 28, who was stabbed many times while her horrified neighbors in Queens, N.Y., allegedly watched and did nothing.
Yeah, that’s not really rare, especially with regards to rape. Of all the people I know who have been raped (and they are many), not a single one of them haven’t had at least one rape where someone could have intervened and done some good if they had cared. In fact, in one very specific instance, someone did in a way that quite literally saved them from further violation (though admittedly for reasons of the roofies they were slipped made them look “too drunk” to be complying with the drinking rules of the establishment).
The banality of evil has never been truer with regards to the rape culture, except for possibly the existence of neocon fuckwits like Richard Cohen.
Maybe. But the neighbors were scared or confused, not sure of what was happening. They were not taking pictures and having a jolly good time
Well, no. But if she was being raped, they sure as hell would have. Just like if she was being lynched as a black person in the Segregation South they would have. Or if she was being beaten as a visibly queer or trans* individual (especially pre-2000s).
Some crimes are taken socially seriously before applying the “not my problem” group dynamics. Some are not. The results as you can attest are horrifying to witness.
But you know what, I got to at least give credit for occasionally recognizing that these are bad horrible thin-
— and, besides, subsequent reporting greatly reduced the number of inert witnesses from an astounding 38 to far fewer (maybe none) who heard screams and did not actually see the killing. This was an urban legend that arose out of fear of urban living.
OH MY FUCKING BOB! Are you fucking addicted to minimizing horrible things?
I mean, did you get so fucking addicted to minimizing the horrors of torture and pretending it was all peachy-fun bathtime fun and besides they liked it and besides it wasn’t that many and besides it didn’t happen that you literally CANNOT stop minimizing horrible things and trying to pretend them away.
You neocon fucks AREN’T actually space wizards. You can’t just make all the consequences of the nasty edges of the society you help maintain- POOF- go away because you wish hard enough at it.
REALITY IS. It will endure beyond you and damage and destroy REAL lives.
You can have the fucking decency to accept that. At the very least.
So now back to Miley Cyrus and her twerking.
I run the risk of old-fogeyness for suggesting the girl’s a tasteless twit — especially that bit with the foam finger. (Look it up, if you must.)
Yes. Yes, you do. Because you are an old fogey. But that’s not your problem. I mean, it could have been your problem. You could have just been an old fogey ranting about kids on your lawn, but instead, no, you are something much much worse. In fact, I’d hesitate to say your complete inability to understand consent is one of your lesser problems. At this point, your “old fogeyism” is like the cherry on top of a giant bucket of deep seated emotional issues.
But let me also suggest that acts such as hers not only objectify women but debase them. They encourage a teenage culture that has set the women’s movement back on its heels. What is being celebrated is not sexuality but sexual exploitation,
I will kill myself before I agree with you, so let’s just fast-forward to the next fail and I’ll just pull a neocon and pretend this section never happened.
(Though if I did admit it happened, I’d note that it is a deliberate capitalist marketing push that sells this culture and limits female sexual expression, at least on the big stage, to this parodying performance of sexuality as commodity. No one’s going to sell their pop star having multiple fulfilling poly relationships and healthy sexual expression with a variety of different bodied and gendered people, but they will sell a “shock” moment where they mock rim a black girl’s ass. Because selling the notion that women are the sex class is where capitalism and rape culture collide and that is the closest this comes to a legitimate parallel. In the way that this mock sexuality is sold as “what is” in order to help justify cultures that celebrate the “punishment” of “party girls” for being “whores” and thus signal to rapists that raping women who transgress in these ways are “fair game” and thus all victims are “fair game” because only whores get raped, so if you get raped, you must have been a whore.)
a mean casualness that deprives intimacy of all intimacy.
And I’m right back in.
No, fuckwad. The “casualness” is not what deprives “intimacy” of intimacy. It’s the fucking capitalist disingenuous salesmanship of the whole farce. It’s inherent artificiality that views intimacy as a distant alien to whatever it is selling as “normal teen girl sexuality” to fat old perverts like you who get off on pretty blonde jailbait “debasing” themselves and performing this lie and collapse.
Casual sex can be intimate. It can be tender and hot, even when brief, and be something to be treasured and remembered. Rape might be remembered to. But it is not treasured. It is not hot. And the only way its “casualness” is mean, is the raw fact that it is in fact, a casual occurrence, unsurprising in each iteration.
Cyrus taught me a word. Now let me teach her one: She’s a twerk.
Words… Not space wizards… can’t just make up… what does that even… too much stupid… brain overheating… will I dream?
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