Rachel Dolezal is back in the news. If that name doesn’t some bells, she’s the white lady who said she self- identifies as a black lady and pissed off a whole mess of people, black and white and all shades in between. Many accused her of cultural appropriation, others accused her of using affirmative action while others wondered why a white woman would pretend to be black when black people have a tougher time, over all, advancing in America.
Justin Beiber’s penis is, reportedly, on the world wide webs. Yes, according to various online sources, Canada’s worst export was gallivanting all naked while on vacay and was rudely photographed by some scum sucking pap and now the whole world has access to his most intimate parts.
Recently, Gawker made headlines when they outed a married straight man (who happens to have some money and power) as an undercover butt-lover. I will not repeat any other part of that story. Honestly, I refused to read it and haven't Googled it so I can't even name the poor chap. But Wonkette did and had a rather eloquent response. While I appreciate their points, I am forced to disagree with their reasoning.
I am so disappointed in my generation. Millennials (those born between 1980 and 2000), the ones who believed that once the old bastions of hate were gone from power that we'd finally have a world were true equality is allowed to lift everyone up to the same level and there'd be no more bigotry trying to push anyone down. Oh, it was a sweet dream, one that is long overdo to become reality.
As anyone who watched Game of Thrones' season five finale, Queen Cersei was paraded through town buck naked before all the hateful peasants before she was allowed to return to the Red Keep. This was done as punishment for the crime of adultery, something her deceased husband was famous for. Of course, King Robert was never shaved and stripped for his dalliances - he is a man, after all, and would never be treated in such a manner. But his widow, on the other hand, has a vagina and as such, is a lesser creature. Or so says Game of Thrones logic.
So I don't know if y'all are fans of The Nightly Show with Larry Wilmore but I've been enjoying it since it premiered as the replacement for The Colbert Report not too long ago. And normally, I find some very good, important points raised, especially during the show's panel segment; Larry Wilmore has been giving voice to a lot of topics that affect this country and tend to do it in a humorous, but respectful, way.
There is frequent use of strong language (mostly fuck) ahead. If you're offended, tough shit.
Once again, a fringe group of whiny, brain-numbed assholes have struck out against those they perceive as meanies. The inappropriately funny folks of Charlie Hebdo were murdered for having the audacity to poke fun at someone's religion. Cause, you know, it's such a terrible fucking offense if you're a pathetic piece of shit and honestly believe that the founder of a religion of peace is more offended by cartoons than the rampant murder and rape of innocents in his name.
Can someone, anyone, explain that shit to me? Why are there "people" (they deserve the quotes) throwing acid when what they both deserve is support and respect? Why is this still a fucking thing? Did all gays somehow offend these douchenozzles or was it one particular pickle picker? I mean, there has to be a reason for the intense emotions, right? Nobody hates without cause, do they?
It seems like everyday, some famous person finds what they say, do or tweet attacked. Sometimes what they say is bad and the online pounding they get is understandable (though bullying is bad, very bad, and should never be encouraged) but they have the right to say it (Freedom of Speech goes many ways) and while those who disagree have the right to voice the opposing view, there is a line that shouldn't be crossed. Especially when the words being attacked are completely misinterpreted. Just ask Liam Payne of One Direction.
It's no secret that I don't understand racism. The idea that a person is worth less because of their skin tone, deity or homeland contains zero logic. How can one group of people grow to hate another for such unreasonable reasons? How fucked up is the human mind that it can allow such a self destructive trait into our species DNA? And when the Hell is the human race going to (I'd say grow the fuck up but the younger you are, the less bigoted you are) stop drawing lines in the sand?
Rape culture. Its everywhere. Mostly because everything is to blame for it. From movies and TV to video games to books, rape culture is taking over the universe one media at a time. You see it in offices, school yards, national parks and cemeteries. Its men violently attacking women in the most perverse act this side of drawn and quartering. And the only thing we can do is instruct our boys while banning the offensive material that births the twisted ideas into their underdeveloped brains.
Before we begin, I'd like you to watch this here video so you'll know fully what I am seething about today.
Ohmygerd! Kristen Stewart cheated on Robert Patterson! Alert every major news organization and gather the lynch mob! Someone had sex! Are y'all frakkin' kidding me? People cried foul, demanded blood and were ready to riot in the streets because an actress let her lips move from one guy to another. Ohmygerd.
Out there right now, this very moment, in this country (that would be USA for those who didn't realize where I hail from), there a a child who is being persecuted, bullied, abused and treated like garbage on the side of the road... by the people who share genes with him. Consider that for a second or two. And now allow that rage building in your belly to come roaring out in a string of vulgarities. Its cool, I'll wait. Done? Okay, great
Every so often, someone with the public's ear says something so profoundly stupid that I am forced to question the IQ of these neanderthals. Not since Justin "it happens for a reason" Bieber gave his dumbass opinion in Rolling Stone has someone so horrendously raped their own mouth with their evil foot. Or maybe, we've just all been misinformed by people with that silly Dr. in front of their names.
So, how exactly does the gender of the person I bring to my bed on any given night affect you and yours? How does the fact that one night my chosen partner may have a vagina while the next evening my new bed-friend might be the proud owner of a penis? And how, if I ever find myself at the perfect point of bat shit crazy, does me choosing to marry one instead of the other bring pain to your home?
It took time, but The Boy finally came to his decision. Sawyer is gone. It wasn't easy to let go of the past, both the good parts and the bad, but he did it. And once he made the choice and pushed ahead with his life, he found that certain things began to change... for the better. No longer was he consumed with anger, no more time did he spend wondering how to make things right. It was over and The Boy knew he'd be alright.
Before we begin, I'd like for you to take a moment and watch this video called "This Is My Body." Hold on, I know I've got the link somewhere... Ah, here we go. Please turn all cell phones to vibrate and do not disturb the other viewers.
Oh my Dark Lord, look at what is happening to this country. Those damned browned eyed heathens are getting married and having kids. Quick, someone stop them! We don't like their kind here. Only the light eyed are allowed basic civil rights. Says so in the Bible, somewhere so I've been told by some old crotchety priest with a penchant for boy flesh. And if some guy in a white collar tells me what to think, I'm sure as Hell going to fall in line
So now the Catholic Church has its panties all in a bunch due to Obamacare's making mandatory the coverage of contraceptive care. Why? Because they feel it infringes on their First Amendment Right of Freedom of Religion. Interesting argument there, considering how often this same group infringes on numerous rights of those it deems wrong.
It was a strange moment for The Boy, coming face to face with someone that, only a year ago, would have trusted with his life. Yet sitting there, looking at this person he knew so well, even after so much time had passed, he wondered if he should ever had agreed to meeting with him. There was still anger there, just under his skin; that anger wished to lash out and tear Sawyer to shreds in the middle of the baseball field.
It was finally time for The Boy to open up about his past. After struggling with the painful memories that had circled around his head for years, he found someone that, for reasons he did not yet understand, he could tell his whole story.