Sine Qua Non

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Rape happens. Rape happens a lot. If you know six women, you probably know someone who has been raped. We live in a culture that doesn’t tell men not to rape; it tells women not to get raped. If they do get raped, they are taught by our society, through the images and words our society produces, that it was their fault. Meanwhile, the same images and words encourage rapists to do what they do.

So, what’s the solution? Being educated is a good place to start. Acknowledge and appreciate just how many women are raped or face the risk of rape daily. Read at least some of this post about the actual, tangible effects of rape culture instead of brushing it off as this vague, abstract notion. Consciously note the many depictions of a woman’s sexuality as clearly directed by males for males, and how often this plays into a rhetoric of victim blaming is also a good idea. Don’t stay out of the argument by just flicking it off with a “well it’s okay to like it and it’s okay not to like it” bullshit kind of comment. No. It is not okay to like this. It simply isn’t. It shouldn’t be up to a few brave women to stick their necks out on male-safe websites at the whim of the commenting hive-mind to tell us what the problem is with our rape culture, putting their own online safety at risk. Rape shouldn’t be a women’s issue, it should be a men’s issue because we are the ones that keep fucking doing it and keep perpetuating the culture. It’s about time we took responsibility for that ourselves.

And, gentlemen, that really kind of angry defensive feeling you got in your gut while you read this post where you felt attacked? That was your privilege kicking. Every time you think something is sexist towards men, there is a pretty good chance the playing field is just being leveled out

— Brendan, “Quit Pretending There Isn’t A Video Game Rape Culture” (via theamburglar)

(Source: cnet.com.au)


I read somewhere that Western society’s desire for “thinness” is just like China’s ancient foot binding practice… The more I think about it the truer it becomes. Having the smallest feet signified wealth, status, even a husband, and the smaller they were the more attractive a woman was. My great grandmother’s feet were so small she couldn’t walk properly. And this went on for thousands of years until some female activists began to protest and it was abandoned… It was a general social mentality, just like this horrible thinness, where mothers were telling their daughters that the only way a man would love you is if you went through years of pain and the sacrifice of never being able to walk properly for the rest of your life. But I’m thinking if this had gone on for thousands of years and it could be broken, then this mentality in Western culture that’s only realistically been around about a hundred years, is going to end too.

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