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Officer JudgyBitch hunts down a potentially dangerous woman

21 Jan



[Updated to add: have received the picture taken 2013. Thank you.]


Sage Gerard aka Victor Zen is a man I consider both a personal friend and a colleague. He is the Director for Collegiate Activism at A Voice for Men and he initiated a men’s group and a men’s issues conference at his home school, Kennesaw State University. Sage is witty, a master of deadpan delivery, an outstanding student and a determined and steady advocate for the rights of men on college campuses.

This pisses the Women’s Studies crowd off enormously. Which is fine. Be pissed off. That is your right. What kinds of outrageous demands is Sage making? Well, for one, he would like the Women’s Resource and Interpersonal Violence Center changed into simply the Interpersonal Violence Center to reflect the fact that interpersonal violence is dynamic with men and women equally likely to be both victims are perpetrators.

Yes, Sage has made a despicable request that school services, paid for in part by student’s tuition fees, reflect the practice of equality. Sage would like to see both men and women acknowledged as equally worthy of care and consideration.

Obviously, Sage is a misogynist.

This is the stance taken by the Co-ordinator of the Gender and Women’s Studies program at KSU. Her name is Stacy Keltner. Were Stacy simply satisfied with calling Sage a misogynist and denouncing him, there would be no issue.

She is not satisfied with that.

Stacy, a professor with real power over students, even students not her own, has decided she will make Sage pay for his difference of opinion. You can read the longer version of the story here, but essentially Stacy called the cops on Sage,  claiming she feared for her safety. This is based on, and I kid you not, her belief that Sage fantasizes about hurting women. How in the hell she figures she knows what Sage fantasizes about is beyond me. Who wants to bet this chick has multiple copies of 50 Shades of Grey stashed around her house. What do you fantasize about Stacy?

Even this, as ridiculous as it is, is not what prompted this post. Stacy requested a police escort from her office, damseling and weeping all over the place about her two year old daughter, and she got the escort. The police report was dismissed as utter garbage, which it was.


Sage’s professor caught wind of the story and asked Sage if it was true that a professor needed a bodyguard owing to Sage’s threats against her. This is not at all funny and can have a serious, serious impact on Sage’s future studies and career. Sage’s supervisor knows him personally and cared enough to ask for details. Most people won’t. They will assume where there’s smoke, there’s fire.

Here is the big kicker. Sage has never met this woman, and has no idea what she looks like. He has never even seen a photograph of her. Her next logical step is to accuse Sage of assaulting her, and without knowing what she looks like, Sage will have no idea when he is potentially interacting or in the same vicinity as her. The police report describes her as 39 yrs old, 5’1, 105 lbs and blonde. Thin, short and blonde. That describes a fair number of people.


This is where I come in. I think it is vital that Sage at least know what she looks like. Using publicly available information, I set out to find a picture of Stacy Keltner. I have not hacked into any source, I have not used private information, I have not gone behind any paywalls to obtain this information. This is Google and putting the puzzles pieces together, and that is all.

A simple text search reveals something very interesting. Stacy was at graduate school the same time as Hillary Johnson, a woman who was brutally murdered in a random attack by a deranged psychopath who received the death sentence for her murder. Stacy and Hillary were friends. Further investigation reveals that Hillary had fought with a friend before she was murdered, and the relationship was never repaired. The friend was left to grieve and to live with the knowledge that her last words to her friend were unkind. Stacy is quoted in the newspaper article, but she is not the friend who testified at the trial. The entire faculty is described as being traumatized and in shock at the murder.

Is Stacy the friend who was mean to Hillary before she died?

I know there are several psychologists and a psychiatrist who read this blog, and I invite you to comment on this traumatic event in Stacy’s life. Could it explain her hysteria over the perceived threat from Sage? And more importantly, where is this likely to lead? Any speculations would be most welcome.

I came across a funeral notice in which Stacy was mentioned. She even commented, giving me the names of her husband, her parents, her children and much of her extended family. I searched down each one, and all of her colleagues to see if anyone of them had an image of Stacy on their social media. I saw many children, lots of wedding parties and newborn babies, picnics and trips abroad, but none had an image that matched the description of Stacy and none were tagged with her name. I searched through all of their followers to see if Stacy had social media accounts under a different name. I found her son’s Instagram account and searched his followers to see if Mom was keeping tabs on his activities.

She is not.

A curious oversight for a woman who seems deeply paranoid at best.

I then went into her academic career and I found this editor’s introduction written in 2011 about a new society formed by feminist philosophers called PhiloSOPHIA. Stacy appears to have gone on a mountain getaway in Monteagle, Tennessee to help create this society, which led to a journal of the same name. Using only Google and select keywords, I came across this image, taken in 2009.


The woman in the coral shirt caught my attention immediately. I decided to try and identify the other women and see if I could place them as colleagues of Stacy. I am extremely confident the woman in the plaid flannel shirt standing beside Stacy is this woman:

Her name is Kelly Oliver, and she is Women’s Studies professor at Vanderbilt University and on the Executive Committee of PhiloSOPHIA.


The editor’s introduction mentions her as the person extending the invitation, along with Stacy to discuss the project. The other blonde woman right in front of Stacy is likely this woman, although I am not as confident. Opinions most welcome.

Katherine Loevy

Her name is Katherine Loevy, and she is also from Vanderbilt University. Also on the Executive Committee for PhiloSOPHIA. The woman with short dark hair appears to be this woman.

sarah hansen

Again, I’m not 100% confident and I welcome your comments. Her name is Sarah Hansen. Here is another image of her for comparison.


Her CV is available on line and she was a teaching assistant at Vanderbilt from 2008-2010. Exactly the right time frame.

The woman most likely taking the picture is either Emily Miller or Emily Zakin. I was not able to identify the two younger women down front, but for me, the evidence is pretty overwhelming.

The woman in the coral shirt is Stacy Keltner.

I have forwarded this image to Sage, but I am still concerned because one of her Rate My Professor comments describes her as looking like “Kristen Bell.”

kristen rmf

Kristen Bell looks like this:


Stacy’s hair could be significantly longer or styled very differently at this point. Sage needs to know what she looks like now. I am asking readers to see if they can dig deeper into the legal internet and find an image – just an image – of Stacy, which I will forward to Sage.

To address those who would accuse me of “doxxing” Stacy, I will reply right now. Nonsense. Everything I have discovered is in the public domain. I did not reveal her children’s names or her entire extended family. She did that. I merely found it. Her colleagues and friends and family who have public Facebook and social media pages chose their own privacy settings. I did not sneak behind anyone’s settings.

This is about Sage and his personal safety. Given Stacy’s traumatic past, and her focus on amplified, exaggerated and dangerous masculinity, I am worried for Sage’s safety. If she truly suffers from the delusion that Sage is a danger, she herself could end up very dangerous. Sage needs, at the very least, the ability to identify Stacy Keltner in a crowd of people.

Finding this one image, which I only think is Stacy, on the balance of probability, is a start. We can do more.

Anyone who discovers a more recent image of Stacy Keltner, please email it to me at and I will forward it to Sage.

Lots of love,


Iggy Azalea is popular and Black men are to blame

8 Jan


Iggy Azalea: 'Getting the word racist put on me sucked.'

Black feminist Professor Brittney Cooper gets her mean-girl panties on for Iggy Azalea, and it’s almost amusing to watch the contortions she goes through to blame Black men for what she perceives as a problem with “cultural appropriation”.  Black men are appropriating black culture?



Yeah, let’s investigate the Professor’s logic.


Recently, my nine year-old nephew came running into the room, eager to find a seat to watch a performance by Iggy Azalea on an awards show. He sat, enraptured by her performance, yelling, “Iggy!” utterly oblivious to the look of chagrin and dismay on my face, as I, too, tuned in to watch this white girl from Australia, turned ATL-style rapper, caricature everything I love about Southern Hip Hop.


And right out of the starting gate, Cooper goes on a sulk and demands that everyone, including children respond to her feelz! She was chagrined, people! Dismayed! And the boy did not drop everything to assuage her hurtz. Little bastard. He was just enjoying some music. Can’t have that now, can we?


The look and feeling of chagrin has stayed with me each time I turn on my radio and hear Iggy’s hit song, “Fancy” coming through my speakers. And some of the dismay I feel is at myself, because almost without fail, I immediately start bobbing my head to the beat.


I’m no huge fan of Iggy, but yeah, Fancy has a pretty good little beat.




Iggy is a protégé of T.I., one of my all-time favorite rappers. Though T.I. is known for Atlanta-style, crunk Southern bravado that is a hallmark of Black culture in that city, according to journalist/blogger Bené Viera, T.I. recently expressed disappointment that “we’re at a place in America where we still see color.” Apparently, color is only relevant when he’s talking about racist acts against Black men, but not when he has to think through his complicity in white appropriation of Hip Hop music.


The children won’t kowtow to Cooper’s feelings and the music is pretty catchy on the whole, but there is no way Cooper is leaving a good beat alone. Three paragraphs in, and it’s the fault of Black men that Iggy captures her nephew’s attention when the boy ought to be paying attention to his Auntie. What I find amusing about Professor Cooper, a professor of cultural studies, is that she appears to have no idea how culture works. The whole point of culture is to share it, so it spreads. Culture is not something you nail shut in a box, and only approved visitors get to see it. Cultural appropriation  is just some bullshit feminists and social justice warriors cooked up so they would have something to bitch about. Insisting that culture must never be shared ironically works to injure the very culture these idiots, presumably, are trying to protect.

As a born-and-raised Southern girl, who believes that lazy summer evenings are best spent with your top back or your sun roof open, bass-heavy music booming through nice speakers, while you slowly make a few blocks through the neighborhood, to see who’s out and what’s poppin,’  I resent Iggy Azalea for her co-optation and appropriation of sonic Southern Blackness, particularly the sonic Blackness of Southern Black women. Everytime she raps the line “tell me how you luv dat,” in her song “Fancy,” I want to scream “I don’t love dat!” I hate it. The line is offensive because this Australian born-and-raised white girl almost convincingly mimics the sonic register of a downhome Atlanta girl.

And if one of those downhome Atlanta girls was a pitch perfect soprano with a love for Kiri Te Kanawa, would her ability to convincingly mimic the New Zelander’s voice be offensive, or does that only work one way? Is the sonic “whiteness” of Maria Callas up for grabs? Are Jessye Norman or Leontyne Price mimicking white culture, or are they kickass opera singers, singing whatever the hell they want?



The question is why? Why is her mimicry of sonic Blackness okay? Though rap music is a Black and Brown art form, one does not need to mimic Blackness to be good at it. Ask the Beastie Boys, or Eminem, or Macklemore. These are just a smattering of the white men who’ve been successful in rap in the last 30 years and generally they don’t have to appropriate Blackness to do it. In the case of Southern rappers like Bubba Sparxx or Paul Wall, who do “sound Black” as it were, at least it is clear that they also have the accents of the places and communities in which they grew up.

How interesting that Cooper gives white men a pass, but not white women, and certainly not Black men. One wonders how Cooper navigates the twin highways of hate feminism and cultural studies have laid out before her. Men are to blame, but not white men because they pay good money and women are always victims, but not white women unless they’re being victimized by white men and Black women are victims and Black men are always to blame but not white men …… and round and round she goes.


Not so with Iggy Azalea, who left Australia at age 16. To be clear, I know all of the problems with the phrases “sound Black” and “sonic Blackness.” As a kid, I was mercilessly teased for and accused of “talking white,” “acting white” and basically attempting to “be white.” I learned during those difficult days to dissent from social norms that suggested that the only English for Black people  is a vernacular English that stands adjacent to “corporate,” “standard,” or white English. I balked at such suggestions and reveled in my ability to master “standard” English.


Obviously, I do not know Cooper’s personal history, but if the narrow-mindedness of her writing is any indication, the key part of this revelation is the word “only”. Virtually every adult human understands that there are degrees of appropriateness when it comes to language and expression. Most of us will use a very formal tone standing in front of a judge, and a completely different vocabulary in everyday life with family and friends. Those individuals who never modify their speech, adjusting it for the occasion and the environment are considered socially awkward.  Sometimes that is the result of neurological conditions like autism or Asperger’s Syndrome, but it can also be the result of dogged adherence to ideology. Class, race, ethnicity, geography, demography – all these things have an impact on language, and mature, intelligent people understand how to navigate the various contours of their social worlds.  Not the Professor.


After a few more paragraphs complaining about that darn Iggy, making money hand over fist by singing rap songs, Cooper gets to the heart of the matter. Someone is to blame for Iggy. Someone has made Iggy possible. Someone has permitted Iggy to succeed.


Guess who?


By riding for white female rappers to the exclusion of Black women, Black men collude with the system against Black women, by demonstrating that our needs, aspirations and feelings do not matter and are not worthy of having a hearing.


The exclusion of Black women??!?! Is she fucking kidding? Cooper do you even Beyonce? Ever heard of Nicky Minaj? How about L’il Kim? Queen Latifah? Missy Elliot? Mary J. Blige? Nitty Scott, maybe? Anything ringing a bell at all?




Time Magazine put together a list of female rappers worth a listen,  and every single one is Black.  No one is excluding Black women from rap, least of all Black men.


This is straight up, run of the mill feminist man-hate. There is no evidence that Black men are stomping down Black women and lifting up those precious white rappers at Black women’s expense. It’s bullshit. But once Cooper gets the misandry ball rolling, she just can’t stop.


Black men keep on proving that when given access to power, money and influence, be it political or cultural, it is not Black women they ride or die for. They want our unwavering devotion, even as they make choices that contribute to the silencing of women of color in a culture we helped to build. And young, oblivious white women, caught up in fanciful ideas about a post-racial universe, climb on board, taking my unsuspecting nephew and his friends for the ride of their lives.

This paragraph illustrates perfectly why feminism and Black women go together like fish and bicycles. The feminist part of Cooper knows she has to blame men, and that women must always be victims. The white woman becomes oblivious – Iggy is not making conscious decisions about her life – she’s just some clueless chick being led astray by THE EVIL MENZ.



Which MENZ?



Well, we’re talking about rap music here, so obviously Black men get to be the villains.


If feminism rejects traditional gender roles and demands that men and women be treated as social, moral, financial and literal equals, why the hell should men ride and die for women? You want the benefits of traditional gender roles, but none of the responsibilities or constraints? Give me one good reason Black men are obliged to ride or die for any woman, no matter what color her skin happens to be?


The ability of Blackness to travel to and be performed by non-Black bodies is supposed to be a triumph of post-racial politics, a feat that proves once and for all that race is not biological. Race does not have any biological basis, but I maintain that there is no triumph and no celebration when we embrace a white girl who deliberately attempts to sound like a Black girl, in a culture where Black girls can’t get no love.


Black women who sing can’t get no love? Alicia Keys, Janet Jackson, Rhianna, Beyonce Knowles, Jennifer Hudson, Erykah Badu, Leona Lewis, Kelly Rowland, Ciara, Brandy Norwood, Nikki Minaj and Aretha would like a word with you.


I wonder what Jessye Norman would think of Cooper’s cultural appropriation? She’s a dramatic soprano who specializes in Wagner. Flawless German opera.




Iggy profits from the cultural performativity and forms of survival that Black women have perfected, without having to encounter and deal with the social problem that is the Black female body, with its perceived excesses, unruliness, loudness and lewdness.  If she existed in hip hop at a moment when Black women could still get play, where it would take more than one hand to count all the mainstream Black women rap artists, I would have no problem. Iggy would be one among the many. But in this moment, she represents a problem of co-optation. She represents the ways in which hip hop is on a crash course to take exactly the path that rock ‘n roll took such that 20 years from now, people my nephew’s age, will look at the Macklemores and Iggys of the world as representative of Hip Hop Culture, with nary a Black soul making their top ten list of hip hop greats.


How many fingers do you have on one hand??!?! Cooper should perhaps keep in mind that most male rappers are not mainstream either, but that is changing because rap music is being integrated, word, by word, into mainstream pop music.


When Taylor Swift adds a rap bridge to one of her saccharine sweet pop confections, you know some headway is being made, and the culture is adding layers.


Cooper’s words are exactly what people said about Elvis. Elvis took Black music and brought it into the living rooms of every home in America. He took a great innovation in music, packaged it for consumption by the masses, spoon-fed it to them and created an entire industry and culture that was suddenly open to Black music.


That is how culture works.


Iggy isn’t stealing, or appropriating anything. She is celebrating, and spreading inner city Black music far beyond the borders of the original innovators. She is solidifying rap music and inserting it deeply into mainstream culture, from where it will not be dislodged anytime soon, and in doing so, she is broadening the market for all rap artists.


Cooper is the anachronism here, stamping her feet that she doesn’t get to dictate the exact terms of how Black culture becomes popularized. That makes her immature, out of touch and petulant. It’s her insertion of Black men as the evil oppressors that bothers me. In much the same way that feminists are the true misogynists, Black feminists are the true racists. Cooper’s insistence that Black men are running rough-shod over Black women rappers has at it’s a heart a rather grotesque vision of Black men: so enthralled with the beauty of white women, they will destroy their own mothers, sisters, daughters, aunts, nieces, friends to get at it.


You know there is something fundamentally flawed with your worldview, Cooper, when you work harder than any member of the KKK to paint Black men as lewd darkies lusting after white female flesh.  You might want to think that one through.


I’ll be over here, enjoying Iggy singing Black music, and Jessye singing white. It’s called “culture.”


Feel free to join us.


You can sing any damn song you like.


We’ll do the same.





Lots of love,



5 Ways Society Discriminates Against Men

24 Aug

TC Aug 22

I followed up my 5 Legal Rights Women Have and Men Don’t post with another one addressing a few ways that society actively discriminates against men. That first article has over 70K shares, and the second one is closing in on 5K shares in 2 days. This seems to be a conversation people want to have.


Gender really does not tell you anything meaningful at all about what forms of oppression or discrimination any given individual is likely to face. A homeless male war vet up on a felony charge of assault is both legally and socially at a huge disadvantage over someone like me. To simply point to his gender as if that confers an advantage is not only deeply inadequate, it’s worryingly reminiscent of fascism.


Interestingly enough, commenters rarely have any salient points to make, other than typical patriarchy blah blah toxic masculinity blah blah bullshit. The personal attacks are getting rather vitriolic. I find it amusing more than anything else. And wow, some commenters really hate men!





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