I woke up at 3 a.m. full of the piss and vinegar. Spit in my eye and all that. Embarrassed and mortified by a video that is supposedly being shared among GC students via various social media. And wondering just what my former students were saying (or not) in response. The video is of a woman doing something to a man (use your imagination). Levels and nature of consent for the making and sharing of the video unknown to me. I did finally get back to sleep, with angry dreams, until the alarm at 6:15 a.m. On that second waking, I feel more sad than angry, slightly less like living up to my reputation for cussing like a sailor (slightly less). I keep thinking, just imagine that situation reversed (that is, flip the gender, as the students did here: upworthy/the-people-who-approved-these-ads-have-a-lot-of-explaining-to-do-6). Its hard, isnt it? Because of the socialization, which reminded me of this: upworthy/she-studied-a-topic-no-one-else-would-decades-later-we-all-have-her-to-thank-for-that. And then, it reminded me of this, a powerful poem shared by a student several years back: youtube/watch?v=2cEc3aQOP-o. You have to listen for the end. Thats really the thing. Because not only is she somebodys daughter, hes somebodys son. And what are we teaching our sons? Thats the sad part. But I really wonder, are you saying anything, my fellow Bobcats? Because silence is agreement. Saying nothing is saying yes. And then, just to honor that rage (it is deserving of rage, however uneducative that rage might ultimately be), it reminded me of something else I read recently, that I wont link to but that confirmed my strong belief that douchebag is the greatest feminist insult . . . that is, name something you wouldnt let near your vagina. H E double hockey sticks to the yes. Anger doesnt really serve me. But its in there.
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 12:48:54 +0000
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