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Well given that I didn’t “hilariously” advise someone expressing dismay over strangers creepily telling her she looks so good someone will kidnap her that the way to stop it was to be kidnapped, I’d say I still have a ways to go before I wrest the Bad Human Being title from you.
It has utterly nothing to do with my opinion. My opinion is “wow, talking explicitly about Jon Hamm’s junk is gross and invasive and creepy, people should stop doing it.” That doesn’t make you any less of a fucking jerk in this post with your truly disgusting rape culture analogies and jokes and mockery, and now your bullshit about lazy thinking and dead idealogy to cover up the fact that you said gross shit and find women expressing their frustration with objectification and rape culture in ways you don’t like to be What’s Wrong With Feminism, by Me, a Man.
Your own words tell everyone that you’re not really an ally.
Oh, and you’re the arbiter of the philosophy of feminism? Give me a fucking BREAK. Take your “it isn’t hard to be frustrated but still understanding” crap and direct it at your goddamned self. Because it’s not hard to be frustrated that people would be less than super sympathetic at Jon Hamm’s comment, but still understand that since they get all of that and more on an daily fucking basis then you should shut your goddamned trap and not be a mansplaining shithead.
You mocked WOMEN who expressed their frustration that they’re supposed to be up in arms about a handsome white dude who’s gotten a teeny, tiny fraction of what they get all the time. And you mocked them by setting up deliberately antagonistic strawman jokes that had nothing to do with what ANYONE in the post had said. Guess what? NOT THE ACTION OF A FUCKING ALLY, so don’t call yourself that anymore. And stop telling women how to do feminism.
“Little emotion.” Seriously, fuck you so hard for that.
No. Knock it the fuck off with this. Anyone who is dismissive of Hamm’s comments is that way because of frustration, and because they put up with shit like that on a daily basis, and in far more damaging, aggressive, wearing ways. Fuck you with your calling BS, you don’t GET to call BS on women’s valid expressions of frustration, and the only people who took it to a mocking level were you and facetaco when you decided to mock women’s frustration and compare it to the justification of rape culture. Knock it. The fuck. Off.
I fully agree, but my response is not directed so much to Jon Hamm’s individual feelings as the comments in here claiming that it’s just the same as objectification of women, criticizing women who have the fully understandable and justifiable reaction of “poor you, get back to me when it’s relentless and accepted,” and then MOCKING the criticism of the objectification of women, particularly as it relates to rape culture. That’s bullshit, and no one gets to call himself an ally if that’s what he goes to.
Also, objectification of a man like this mostly leads him to maybe feeling uncomfortable and irritated. Objectification of a woman like this contributes to an already-existing social structure where she is devalued and disrespected, viewed mostly as a receptacle, intimidated and harassed by strangers who feel comfortable passing judgment on who she is as a person, expected to fuck men because they’re “Nice” or because she fucked some other man once or because she exists, subjected to anger and hostility and in the worst cases violence when sex is denied, and then blamed for putting herself at risk if that happens. And then to top it off, people want to claim that the two situations are entirely the same because objectification is objectification and then mock people who disagree, via strawman “he was was asking for it!” bullshit “jokes.”
So, you know. No. And I say that as someone who thinks comments about Jon Hamm’s dick are pretty gross and invasive and tacky.
That and covered wagons.
Oh no, poor kitty! Fingers crossed she’s okay. Here is my own beast as an offering:
“No matter what occurs…I will find the television remote.”
This post is so East Coast-normative.
And (to inject a sobering note into the proceedings) his grandfather Karl Wallenda, patriarch of the family, DID fall to his death while attempting to walk a highwire between buildings in Puerto Rico. So, you know. Yikes. Maybe take up hopscotch instead, extant Wallendas.
Well, I wouldn’t say so much “good thing” so much as “thing that at least provides a small amount of grim satisfaction, because a truly good thing would not involve a young girl being violated first.”
I especially love this idea that so many shitty horrible people, I mean people saying something on social media have that this is why kids should be taught not to drink until they’re 21. Because OBVIOUSLY men at parties don’t commit crimes on drunk women AFTER 21. Because OBVIOUSLY rape ONLY happens when a girl gets drunk. Because OBVIOUSLY learning NOT TO RAPE REGARDLESS OF ANYONE’S LEVEL OF DRUNKENNESS isn’t something you’re capable of until you’re 21.
I still haven’t technically told my mother I got my period. I mean, 20 years later, I’m sure she’s figured it out, but I’m certainly not going to confirm it.
You know, you may be on to something: a bucket list comprised of things I don’t do. Man, I could bang that shit out in like a week! Life would be so fulfilling!
I still don’t get this movie.
I’m pretty sure Jason Hervey is available for the right price.*
Real World: New Orleans was great just for the episode where Melissa got drunk and told David that “you and me and Jaime should get…in a menagerie.”
You guys, never be architects. It’s not nearly as glamorous as it’s cracked up to be.
Mine immediately investigate the camera and rub their faces on it, resulting in a forced fisheye effect. Stop that and go back to being funny and/or cute!
“Those aren’t my pants.”