Oh, FFS. That’s an embarrassing fucking error, right there. Am ashamed.

I’m not Krippie, but as I agree with Krippie’s post, and recently posted on a topic similar to your question—yes. Also, add the creative works of Bill Cosby, Woody Allen, Mel Gibson, Michael Jackson, Johnny Depp, Terrence Howard, Clint Eastwood and, now, Nate Turner. That’s off the top of my head—anybody else you come…

This is what happens when we let sociopaths open carry The Secret.

From Parker’s interview with Deadline (via NYMag): “I will not relive that period of my life, every time I go under the microscope.”

Oh please do tell us more about how the fatties of the world, particularly those at the intersection of socio-economic privilege and Walmart shoppers, are oppressing you.

Oh, see, I was reacting to the replies I’m seeing here in this thread, re: whether those of us back in the dark ages of the 1990s—after The Accused had been all over the Academy Awards, Tailhook had been front page news, and Take Back the Night was marching across campuses—saw sex with a passed out person as rape.

Perhaps it is you and your oh-so-delicate sensibilities that would be better off cowering at home, safe from the sub-optimal physicalities of the heaving female masses.

Once your “other option” alternative to submission has “dangerous” attached to it, That Is Rape. If a person does not have the ability to refuse, that person has no ability to freely consent. That is Rape, even if the rapist is the victim’s spouse.

Being unable to refuse DOES mean being unable to consent. Consent, by definition, must be freely given. Consent cannot be freely given when the option of refusal is absent—at that point, the options are not about choice, but about what is deemed “less bad” or “least dangerous” in context. At that point, you have rape.

Michael Jackson was also found not guilty of child sexual abuse. Nobody has an obligation to buy any of his music if they, nonetheless, believe he was a child molestor on the basis of the information available to them. Same goes for the work product of the never charged Woody Allen, the fugitive Roman Polanski or the…

I’m a bit agog at all this—I was in college in the late 1990s, at an institution not necessarily well thought of for its sensitivity on sexual assault issues. Nobody in any of the circles I ran in at the time would have had a problem with identifying penetration of an unconscious woman as rape, and definitely not ok.

I was under the impression that Kara was in Rio. Then again, she wasn’t writing anything informative, interesting or helpful about Rio either, so at least there’s more for the commenters to do with this post than “Kara has a mosquito bite ohnoez.”

Yeah, I solve that problem by not hosting dinner parties when I want a potluck. When I want a potluck, I host a potluck rather than a dinner party. It works out, because I invite people who like to cook, like to try each others’ food, aren’t obsessed with keeping track of whether they spent 5 dollars more on…

Yup. At work, my desk is a mess. In my kitchen, I’m nearly a germaphobe. Multiple cleanings of every surface and ingredient, separate spatulas, bowls, spoons, etc., for every stage, everything brought to temp by thermometer or loooong experience. You know who knows this? Anybody who knows me well enough to do more…

My Friendsgiving people are the type to good-naturedly fight each other for every check. Those who love to bake or cook would never feel shortchanged by others who happen to have fewer resources economically or culinarily—enjoying each others’ company evens everything out. I guess the secret is having friends who…

It’s not about you and how you feel. The point is, you have the rest of your life to be sad; she had a limited time, and chose to be surrounded by expressions of happiness.

I had to break down and create a burner. This guy “treated” me a handful of years ago (and for anyone confused about the excess of dentists in this story—he’s an endodontist—the kind of specialist that your regular dentist would send you to for a root canal or more involved procedure rather than do it him/herself).