These two articles are only tangentially related to the main story today, but they demonstrate just how schizophrenic mainstream, feminist-influenced media has become.
This is Maria Kang, the mother of three children, who is *gasp* not a lardass, and who feels like other women can make the decision not to be lardasses themselves.
She got called all kinds of names by women who feel “fat-shamed” by Maria and her three gorgeous sons and her sculpted abs and Maria is just such a bitch to point out that when it comes to weight, for most of us, it’s “your body, your choice”.
Blah blah blah BEAUTY STANDARDS blah blah blah FAT ACCEPTANCE blah blah blah SEXUAL OBJECTIFICATION blah blah blah….
Nothing particularly surprising about that, except when you consider it next to this article about Melissa McCarthy.
Now all of sudden the bitchy whiners are on the opposite side of the fence.
HER COAT IS TOO BIG WHY DIDN’T YOU OVERTLY SEXUALIZE HER WE CAN’T SEE HER TITS OH MY GOD THIS IS SEXIST AND FATPHOBIC AND I DEMAND TO SEE MORE SKIN
Could you pick a goddamn side here? Are we sexualizing actresses and forcing them to display their bodies in a totally demeaning way that simply needs to stop, or are we not? Is it only acceptable when fat women are sexualized? Why would that be? Do we have an agenda here, whereby fat lumpy women are the only acceptable objects of sexual desire?
The incoherence is turning the conversation about bodies and objectification and sexism into a joke that even the thickest plank can recognize.
And the same thing appears to finally be happening with #rapeculture. We have the “new Steubenville” all over the news today, with two young teenage girls alleging they were raped by local football stars, one of whom happens to be politically connected.
It’s the same story, all over again. Daisy liked Matthew and she found his attention flattering. Daisy and Paige got hammered one night and Daisy texted Matthew and a meeting was arranged. Everyone drank a whole lot of alcohol and sex happened. Rather than pledging his undying love for Daisy, Matthew took her home and left her semi-conscious on her front lawn in freezing temperatures.
That was a dick move, for sure.
But what if it hadn’t happened that way? What if Matthew had tucked her into his bottom bunk and wrapped her up in his favourite flannel sleeping bag and greeted her the next morning with some toast and tea and asked her to go steady?
Would it still be rape? Or just a hilarious story they recounted to the cheerleading squad about how it all began?
Maybe Matthew did rape Daisy. Maybe it all went down just as the two girls claim it did. Maybe it was straight up voracious sexual predator takes down innocent prey. The trouble with that story is that the PREY MADE HERSELF VULNERABLE.
Cue the screams of “victim-blaming”…. Don’t fucking bother leaving your comments on this blog, because I won’t publish them.
Wear your seatbelt. It’s a sensible precaution if you get in an accident. The accident may not be your fault, but it will be your fault if you get severely injured by failing to take that reasonable precaution.
Wear a helmet when you ride your bike. It’s a sensible precaution if you get in an accident. The accident may not be your fault, but it will be your fault if you get severely injured by failing to take that reasonable precaution.
It’s not victim-blaming. It’s victim-preventing.
And finally, some voices come out of the dark to state the obvious: Emily Yoffe at Slate earned herself a mountain of hate by writing The best rape prevention: tell college women to stop getting so wasted.
Young women are getting a distorted message that their right to match men drink for drink is a feminist issue.
As soon as the school year begins, so do reports of female students sexually assaulted by their male classmates. A common denominator in these cases is alcohol, often copious amounts, enough to render the young woman incapacitated. But a misplaced fear of blaming the victim has made it somehow unacceptable to warn inexperienced young women that when they get wasted, they are putting themselves in potential peril.
Emily’s solution to this problem is to try and move the cultural conversation towards attaching shame and stigma to being black-out wasted.
I don’t believe any of these statistics will move in the right direction until binge drinking joins smoking, drunk driving, and domestic abuse as behaviors that were once typical and are now unacceptable. Reducing binge drinking is going to require education, enforcement, and a change in campus social culture. These days the weekend stretches over half the week and front-loading and boot and rally are major extracurricular activities. Puking in your hair, peeing in your pants, and engaging in dangerous behaviors have to stop being considered hilarious escapades or proud war stories and become a source of disgust and embarrassment.
Fair enough. It really is getting rather nauseating, watching drunk young women act like base animals in the street. This girl is actually shitting on the sidewalk, in full view of pedestrians.
Seriously? Gross. Her friend joins her a few minutes later to urinate on the same piece of sidewalk. Disgusting.
I’m delighted to see Emily at least tackle the problem, but “stop binge drinking” is not going to work anymore than prohibition worked. The real solution is for both women and men to have a sense of loyalty and solidarity with their friends.
You never leave your man behind.
Or in this case, your woman.
It’s deeply ingrained in male culture. The Marine who drops back to help a little boy finish his 5K race. I defy you not to cry.
That feeling used to be part of female culture, too.
You play for a team, and you keep each other safe. Every person I know who is over the age of 30 greets that idea with “well, duh”. Why don’t young women do this anymore? Why don’t they protect each other, not from “ooh scary rapists lurking everywhere”, but from their own impaired judgement?
It must be partly because women simply don’t think they should be held responsible for impaired judgement, but also because the mantra of “strong, independent woman” forecloses the possibility of “stupid, irresponsible girl”.
Daisy and Paige were stupid. Paige is now coming forward with her story, claiming the boys “separated them and made them drink more”. Oh really? So they forcibly dragged you into separate rooms and sat on your chests and poured alcohol down your throats?
I doubt it.
Daisy and Paige let each other down.
Apparently, there is video footage of at least one couple having sex. Perhaps it really does show an assault. Perhaps not. Whatever it shows, that shouldn’t stop us from pointing out that girls like Daisy and Paige and the Steubenville girl and every other girl who wakes up after a night of shit-faced idiocy feeling ashamed and grubby and used played a part in her own degradation.
Thank you, Emily, for bringing the conversation more into the mainstream. I hope she doesn’t get fired for stating the obvious, but you know, I won’t be surprised if she does. Wait ‘til Amanda Marcotte reads that piece!
There’s gonna be a storm of cackling witches over at Slate, out for Emily’s blood! Poor dear. Take a page from the British Bulldog, and hold fast.
The truth is incontrovertible. Malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is.
Lots of love,