On rape culture

dearcoquette:

she was probably just a drunk whore who was ashamed of the sex she had the next morning

Die in a fire.

(In reference to this previous post about a woman struggling to find any source of authority that believed she was raped. The following post does not mean to address her brusque response, but the motivation behind the above question given the hellish rape-Catch-22 of the original submission.)

It’s not that women never lie, it’s not that men always lie. It’s about how we created a world where any victim is suspect. Why do we suspect victims? When did we become so panicky that we hear about someone in trouble and our first thought is “how can I resolve this for myself” rather than “how can I resolve this for this other person, who either is a victim or is suffering in some other way that she feels the need to represent herself as a victim?”

While all oppressed groups deserve more attention from those in power, these conversations do not have to serve just one person in our own minds. We all hear “feminism” and “rape culture” and presume that the points being scored are for an in-group. Even though those labels are necessary for the movement and clarification’s sake, they scare. And they scare because none of us want to give any ground.

What can be done to reveal the greater good here? How do we keep the end-game in sight as we, day-to-day, make small compromises in our own will to power and survival? What can I do through comedy/writing/culture that overturns this message of fear that continues to avalanche upon us all trying to get by?

I went from people just thinking I was, like, a baby to people thinking I’m this, like, sex freak that really just pops molly and does lines all day. It’s like, “Has anyone ever heard of rock ‘n’ roll?” There’s a sex scene in pretty much every single movie, and they go, “Well, that’s a character.” Well, THAT’S a character. I don’t really dress like a teddy bear and, like, twerk on Robin Thicke, you know?

Miley Cyrus, The New York Times Arts & Leisure 12/29/13

For anyone who thinks my online presence is meant to actually represent me, please remember the mission statement: I’m just bein’ Miley

I have thought about their remarks, tried to put myself in their place, considered their point of view. I think they are full of shit.

Nora Ephron capping her essay A Few Words About Breasts, which I obviously read because it contains breasts in the title. We are similarly obsessed, and I think it is fair to conclude a personal essay this way when it concerns your obsessions. Not that I’m writing about breasts any time soon.

http://open.spotify.com/track/5umhgS0hyzYhk3GhjpMHg6?plead=please-dont-download-this-or-our-lawyers-wont-let-us-host-audio

Sleigh Bells, “Sing Like A Wire”

While I doubt this is anyone else’s yam off Bitter Rivals, it’s my third favorite and I was surprised to hear it live at the show. This is the greatest Mortal Kombat soundtrack of all time. That’s all I can muster when it comes to describing the sonic assault of this track. Enjoy.

http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/25282543/stream?client_id=3cQaPshpEeLqMsNFAUw1Q?plead=please-dont-download-this-or-our-lawyers-wont-let-us-host-audio

Sleigh Bells, “Kids (Oh, Beats! remix)”

This sounds like the intro music to a Sleigh Bells 20th anniversary tour. I’m not really sure what sort of subgenre of EDM this counts as, there’s some skittering organ throughout and drums chattering right behind. With the odd instrumentation and sped-up vocals, the song is twisted into something urgent and nearly menacing, something that SB rarely achieve despite their heavy sound (in my own listening experience at least).