How strange, me too! Clearly I’m crazying all wrong.
How strange, me too! Clearly I’m crazying all wrong.
Honest to Jeebus, the only family-friendly thing about Mel Fucking Gibson is the scene in Lethal Weapon (2? I think?) where he walks down the hallway naked, seen from behind. Everything else about him is a steaming pile of NOPE.
Me too...sadly.
Dear Alabama: This is what you get when you can’t get it through your collective skull that no individual has the right to just throw a Ten Commandments monument on the courthouse steps, mixing church and state. And when said individual probably only did that because he’s a hypocrite with a lot of “sins” (read: CRIMES…
Yep. No one can accuse him of not knowing the law and how to skirt it...
And adding his phone number to all the girls’ ones, too.
O copy-editors, where are you? Not editing copy, alas.
I have a feeling it will take nothing short of a physical impact to the head to make any of them see the cognitive dissonance involved in this kind of voting. And even then, most of them still won’t get it.
...and not one to be worn with in-yer-face pride as a lot of them are still doing, either.
Ugh. I guess neck-grabbing and head-to-crotch-forcing is what passes for “dating” in that general locality, but...yeesh. And yeah, I’m gonna guess there will be the usual crowd of “she was there, and being female at him in public, so she asked for it” geese, too.
And then there’s this:
Exactly. It shouldn’t be on her to stop him, but on him to stop himself. No matter what she’s like at that age. And yeah, there are close-in-age exceptions. None of which, still, allows a guy over 20 to take advantage of a much younger girl.
I think of myself at 14, and neither “flirtatious” nor “sophisticated” describes me, or anyone else that age that I ever knew. But then again, what would I know about projecting old perverts?
Not okay, George. And deep down, I think you know it.
They’re not crime-crimes any more than date rape is rape-rape. I’m sensing a pattern here...
No, what’s disturbing about it, Dustin, is that last sentence of yours. You didn’t “get laid”. YOU COMMITTED RAPE. And you seriously thought you were having some vague semblance of consensual sex with a “nymphomaniac”, which is another suspect term that deserves to die in a fire.
Well, it WAS Playboy. The magazine practically runs off that whole schtick. So it’s easy to see how he might have gotten that idea.
Or rather, he’s afraid because he always knew it was inappropriate, and he dreads it being “his turn” to be called out for what he damn well knows he never should have done in the first place. He’s hoping and praying to keep on getting away with what he’s always gotten away with, and put out that he no longer can.
And about damn time, too.
It’s a way of raping someone without touching her, I think. Perps get all the sick jollies of wielding fear and power-over and sexual assault without victims being able to bring any evidence before an MD or nurse-practitioner with a rape kit. It’s like the best of both ugly worlds: they get off (on their sexualized…