I have creep ennui. Right now it’s Jian Ghomeshi. Over the last few weeks it’s been Stephen Collins, Ray Rice (and the whole NFL), and the Alt Lit crowd — Tao Lin, Janey Smith, Stephen Tully Dierks, Ed Champion. Matt Taibbi apparently harassed a staffer at First Look Media. Dr. Luke abused Ke$ha. Would-be feminist icon Charles Clymer just keeps sticking his foot in his mouth whenever people press him about his questionable behavior and opinions. People are coming around to the Bill-Cosby-Is-A-Rapist revelation that I had years ago, after which I stopped watching anything Cosby-related. A bunch of guys I know probably know what Jennifer Lawrence’s boobs look like, now, and that’s creepy, too. Woody Allen’s a creep. Bill O’Reilly’s a creep. Sean Penn’s a creep. Mel Gibson’s a creep. Chris Brown’s a creep. Bill Clinton. Anthony Weiner. John Edwards. Creeps. Keep reading »
How do you out-creep a total creepster? It’s a question for the ages, and one that writer Chris Brecheen had often pondered. For years, Brecheen listened to his female friends complain about getting unwanted attention by men on public transportation. No matter what they did — wear headphones, keep their heads down, ignore them –– men would continue to harass them on the subway. In a post on his blog last week, Brecheen addressed the all-too familiar story:
It is the narrative of how men hit on women in public places. A tired old story if ever there were one. A story where consent is not a character we actually ever meet, and where the real antagonist is not a person, but rather the way she has been socialized to be polite, to be civil, to not be “such a bitch”. … no matter how much of a Douchasauras Rex HE is being about not picking up the subtle clues.
On a recent subway ride, Brecheen, who lives in San Francisco, witnessed yet another creepster bothering a woman on the train. Despite an empty train car, the headphones she wore and the book she was reading, the man began pestering her with questions: Keep reading »