I’m still officially on my Man Boobz staycation, but I felt I needed to mention yet another example of a woman saying that men can stop rape … and getting rape threats in return.
Political analyst Zerlina Maxwell went on Sean Hannity’s show on Fox News earlier this week and made the terrible mistake of suggesting to a hostile audience that men aren’t really doing any favors to women by telling them to arm themselves against rapists. Instead, as Salon notes, she said this:
“I don’t think that we should be telling women anything. I think we should be telling men not to rape women and start the conversation there.” She told Hannity, “You’re talking about this as if it’s some faceless, nameless criminal, when a lot of times it’s someone you know and trust,” adding, “If you train men not to grow up to become rapists, you prevent rape.”
Indeed, increased rape awareness has contributed to a dramatic decrease in rape over the last thirty years.
But apparently a lot of men were shocked – shocked! – that a woman would suggest that their patronizing advice was less likely to prevent rape than rape prevention education aimed at the demographic group that is responsible for the overwhelmng majority of rapes. That is, men.
So, naturally, the angriest of these men decided they would show Maxwell just how wrong she was … by threatening her with rape on Twitter.
Here’s just one example:
Rape culture in action.
Maxwell’s supporters have stepped up to defend her and her remarks, and have started a hashtag — #TYZerlina — to continue the discussion. If you’re on Twitter, join in .
Here’s the Fox News segment in question featuring Maxwell:
@ShiOres
I am considering ordering in a pie for dessert. 🙂
@Argenti
Best of luck! Hopefully you will end up with it working the “average” of the boyfriend’s and my experiences: calm, sleepy but not too sleepy, no other side effects!
The Donner parties (they split up) both resorted to cannibalism, at about the same point in time. It was odd, because it seems to have been a sort of mental collapse/loss of hope. 1: Had they stayed together the greater numbers might have helped (in the keeping spirits up), 2: they had the means to hunt, and decided it was too risky.
The accounts of those who did survive has them pretty depressed/haunted, etc., and keeping their association with the party under wraps; though that was in part because the accounts which reached the public were lurid, and sensationalised.
Off to a convention.
Epically late in replying to this, but afaik, the Donner parties split before they got stuck. As in, not surprising they didn’t pool resources, they already hated each other.
As for the loosing hope part, they were starving, to the point of eating leather so they’d have something, starvation does funny things to the brain.
Ignore the formatting, there’s a decent history of that whole disaster over here — http://donnerpartydiary.com/ — if anyone’s interested, and sees my thread necro’ing, I’d suggest reading the diary, it’s an interesting read. And yeah, you can basically watch the hopelessness set in.
Pecunium I got the impression that they didn’t attempt to fish, but didn’t know how, I don’t recall anything about hunting, which is weird in it’s own right.
Some Gal — two nights in and it does put me to sleep well enough, but 12+ hours. Tangentially related, talk therapy is not a thing my insurance will cover, have to have tangible goals that can be used to show progress.
And “since [I’m] unable to talk about the trauma”…I’m still not sure if she won’t say raped because she questioned why I didn’t file and didn’t seem to believe me at all, or is trying not to upset me further.
This is pointless in other words. Sorry to just complain, guess I’m at least doing it on a dead thread…
hear, hear!
Pratchettites, remember Ponder doing the puzzle about the man who has a choice of two doors, and can only ask one of two guards one question, with Ridcully and Casanunda in Lords and Ladies?
“Hang on,” said Casanunda, “I think I’ve worked it out. One question, right?”
“Yes,” said Ponder, relieved.
“And he can ask either guard?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, right. Well, in that case he goes up to the smallest guard and says, ‘Tell me which is the door to freedom if you don’t want to see the colour of your kidneys and incidentally, I’m walking through it behind you, so if you’re trying for the Mr Clever Award just remember who’s going through it first.'”
“No, no, no!”
“Sounds logical to me,” said Ridcully. “Very good thinking.”
“But you haven’t got a weapon!”
“Yes I have. I wrested it from the guard while he was considering the question,” said Casanunda.
“Clever,” said Ridcully. “Now that, Mr Stibbons, is logical thought. You could learn a lot from this man-”
“-dwarf-”
“-sorry, dwarf. He doesn’t go on about parasite universes all the time.”
“Parallel!” snapped Ponder, who had developed a very strong suspicion that Ridcully was getting it wrong on purpose.
These mind games – not only no basis in reality, and ignoring all the other probabilities (like people seeing or hearing the damn train coming), but they all sound like there’s a touch of sadism in the questions, and how they’re posed. It’s on the same line of fucking people around that ends up with those nauseating Milgram sessions. And call me a philistine but what is the POINT of paying someone to sit around making up sadistic absolutes that have no connection with reality? I do call that privilege on legs, not to mention a lack of empathy that has me side-eyeing the whole business.
I’ll take Casanunda over Kant any day.
@Argenti
I’m glad it works, but the 12+ hours is less good. 🙁 Ugh on the not seeming to believe you. If she doesn’t, double ugh, but even if she does, she has to be doing something wrong if it isn’t clear. I think my insurance companies required goals too, but I think the only therapists I went to long-term must have bullshitted tbh. Goals would come up, but not really as a focus of the whole thing (if that makes sense). Maybe she just isn’t very good at working insurance companies?
It seems like you don’t particularly like her? I’m really sorry if that is the case. I have been in that situation more than once. Feel free to complain as much as you need to! 🙂
The more I hear about your therapist, Argenti, the more I think she has a major case of cluelessness.
*sigh* See, I’m entirely sure she has a case of new baby. But every damned session she annoys me more and more, and then I rant about her to meds-psych who ends up making her make enough sense that I want to give her another chance.
Of course, giving people too many chances…well, you have seen my patience for the trolls right?
“Goals would come up, but not really as a focus of the whole thing (if that makes sense).”
Makes perfect sense, and goals being the focus of ALL THE THINGS is my damned problem here. Luckily enough, I asked meds-psych about this, and her not being all frustrated about it and just asking “well, what do you need to get done, it can be something really simple” –> oh hey, find a damned dentist! (I really don’t do calling people)
But yeah, talk-psych isn’t talk-psych but goals-psych and isn’t getting that I’m not just refusing to socialize in person because I refuse to but because, as I pointed out yet again, I become too anxious for it to have a point. So idk, I mean yes, “I need to call and find out what dentists are covered” is a tangible thing, but seeing how she seems to think that fuck me I should just be able to make a damned phone call…
The worst part? I’m going to turn into an anxious mess when the next “discussion of goals” falls apart and not be able to tell her that this isn’t fucking working.
And thanks guys, despite what she thinks about internet socialization not counting, you’re far more useful than she is. Hell, my mother’s more useful, and it’s a good hour to try that…I have to call the state to find a dentist and then (duh) call the dentist to make an appt — why don’t I try calling the state at an hour where I can see if it’s just a phone tree! Thanks mom, that’s brilliant! It’s also nearly midnight here, on a Saturday, pretty sure there’s no one there currently!
Idk wtf to do about my psych, but I’m damned sure that my psych making me go “I can’t fucking deal with this” is counter productive.
Internet hugs for that if you want ’em, I have the same thing happen with going to my psych, and he’s about as far from goal-psych as could be. I mean, yeah, we’ve got a goal – getting me out of a fight-flight response to non-threats – but just talking about it brings on anxiety, and it’s minor league stuff by comparison, so I totally feel for you having this ninny to deal with.
Prolly stupid question/you’d already have done this if so: is it possible to find out about whether dentists are covered via an email enquiry?
Thanks for the hugs, and I doubt it? Even if I could find out that way, it’s state insurance and I swear to all the gods that they employ idiots too stupid to work email. Seriously, it’s a nightmare (I mean, three calls and phone tag to repeatedly tell me I can find a PCP if I want)
Feck. 🙁
My more cynical guess would be that it’s less incompetence and more a deliberate attempt to make services difficult to access because less people accessing services = less money spent.
I have learned to hate all insurance companies. They never seem to have clear steps to find a covered provider. I can follow instructions, but I can’t guess which instructions to follow! And I hate calling people. I can normally manage, but I an really glad that we use the internet to order food delivery. Panic over a phone call cancels out the not cooking!
Your psych really sounds like, at best, a bad fit. And if she needs another psych to make her make sense? It is still her fault for not making sense on her own, imo. That being said, I have never been able to actually officially stop seeing a psych. I always go with the no longer going and eventually finding someone else route. (I wasn’t even able to tell my horrible psych that I no longer wanted him talking to my mom about my care and that was a goal with two separate therapists!)
So, hugs and Guiness if you want them.
Guinness. Ffs, the bottle is right here. *Big gulp*
My fun insurance story? When I first had hand pain and they thought it was probably carpal tunnel, they wanted to check and make sure that I didn’t have a cyst causing problems and they sent me for x-rays. The insurance company kept refusing to pay because I didn’t provide information on the accident that injured me. I kept responding that there was no accident, they were checking for a cyst. Finally, I talked to a very helpful woman who explained that the insurance company needed a date, so I ended up having to write a letter with the date of each hand pain symptom’s first appearance with assurances that on none of these days or the days before was I injured. So, I gave lots of dates of non-injury. *Sigh*
At least it worked.
Do I get some too? I think I deserve a drink as a reward for patiently tolerating Wally’s shrieks of PAY ATTENTION TO ME in the last few threads.
Ack, sorry Argenti. Wish I could offer more than support and internet hugs (if they’re wanted).
Drinks are on me for everyone!
@CassandraSays
Guinness for everybody! It is technically St. Patrick’s Day now and we should all be celebrating drunkenly together the way my Irish ancestors intended.
I still think of Guinness as more of a food than a beverage, kind of like bread in liquid form.
@CassandraSays
I think of it that way too, but then I like my beer dark. Anything lighter than an Amber is like beer-flavored water. (Sometimes very yummy beer-flavored water, but still water.)
Cassandra — with the state I’d think that too if they didn’t keep calling me to say the same damned thing.
Some Gal — hugs I’ll take, thank you. But I’m still debating whether I’m drinking — the details of way too drunk of St. Patrick’s day is um, what I can’t talk about. It’s the same clinic as meds-psych so idk if I can just stop seeing her. If she outright says anything like how she’s frustrated with me, well, “yeah, this is completely pointless” may well be my reply. Because no, I’m not frustrated, I’m fed up with being treated like a petulant child. Not really my problem if she’s got one at home!
Idfk…catching up on old Psych at the moment.
Well, if it’s St. Patrick’s Day for Some Gal, I think it is time for me to share this adorable .gif. (Even though the other thread is the adorable cat thread.)
Some Gal — insurance is fun! >.<
Argenti, come play on the thread here. There are pics of Falconer’s babies and it’s turned into a photo album of everyone’s kitties!