This past week, I’ve been both livid and mortified by the national news coverage of my beloved alma mater Eckerd College, thanks to the following letter from the university president, sent last Sunday to the entire student body:
Dear Eckerd College students,
As you know, the College has launched an educational and awareness campaign to attempt to minimize sexual harassment and assault in our community. The goal is to raise the awareness of all community members with respect to sexual harassment and assault and to help prevent those incidents by that increased awareness.
You also know that our College is not alone in its concern about such behavior, principally among its students. And you know that these incidents are almost always preceded by consumption, often heavy consumption, of alcohol, often by everyone involved in them.
You can do your part in helping this College and this culture address this nexus of problems by doing two relatively simple things: Keep reading »
As I write this, I’ve just come home from a new gym. A man training a small group of us shouted personalized encouragement throughout in an effort to spur us along. “Well done, Karen!” “Two more reps, Jaz!” “Knees up, Ellen!” “Bum out, Phhhh … bum out!”
I know that when someone mumbles “Phhh” under their breath, it means me. This happens with relative frequency; if I had to guess I’d say bi-weekly. I decided to tell the trainer how to pronounce my name, because the longer this kind of thing goes on, the more awkward it gets for everyone involved. “Phhhh” isn’t fooling anyone, mate. I have a few variations on the theme of correcting pronunciation, but on this particular day I went with “It’s like the name Lisa, but with ‘fuh’ in front of it.” Earlier, when I picked up a prescription from a pharmacist I’ve seen several times over the past year, I let “fuh-lissa” slide. It’s a pharmacist — we’re not that invested in each other. I’m used to making these judgement calls. Keep reading »
This Saturday, entertainment blog The Wrap posted a stunningly tone-deaf guest op-ed entitled “The Rape of Bill Cosby.” The tongue-in-cheek opening line read “Bill Cosby raped me.” And that was the best part of the entire debacle. The remainder of the piece, which was meant to be an excoriation of liberal media (on a liberal media site no less – gotta love life’s rich pageant), has instead become Exhibit A in the case of The Wrap engendering rape culture, and it is a steaming pile of gross, triggering garbage. Keep reading »
Yesterday morning, TIME Magazine’s Katy Steinmetz released a list of fifteen words from which we can chose one that most deserves to be “banned” in 2015. The poll, which includes items such as kale and #sorrynotsorry, is intended as a bit of fun, but there is one point where I want to get off the ride:
“feminist: You have nothing against feminism itself, but when did it become a thing that every celebrity had to state their position on whether this word applies to them, like some politician declaring a party? Let’s stick to the issues and quit throwing this label around like ticker tape at a Susan B. Anthony parade.”
I fail to see how one can have a problem with hearing the word feminist – and any discussion of it, including discussions participated in by celebrities — but not have a problem with feminism itself. Keep reading »
Judging by the amount of venom I’ve seen being spewed at RZ in the past 24 hours, you would think that her face was the cause of death for 1,000 children. I think I also heard about 1,000 iterations of “SHE RUINED HER FAAAAAAACE.” And this is without even paying attention to much besides social media, where the subject of Renee’s face is literally a trending topic (note, address my social media addiction). Not that it matters, but I like her face a lot before and after. I honestly think her face is just fine, but it is quite clear that the entire world is extremely angry about a small adjustment to a couple of eyelids. Keep reading »
This piece does not target all men. It is geared towards the demographic of Peter Pans among the male population who, regardless of age just refuse to grow up. They are the dudes who believe they are working towards a gig that will be extremely lucrative in the long run, but in the interim they are 30+ year-old living on sofas, in a basement, unemployed and broke playing video games day in and day out or producing something mediocre that more than likely will never take off.
They are the men who aspire to be “music producers,” “paid gamers,” “actors”, “rappers,” who have yet to make it in the business, but believe they are right on the brink of a huge break through. And who knows, one out of every couple million of these dudes, perhaps, will do something great. But many simply will not and they do not have a back-up plan to fall back on in the case of failure because they just know that they are going to be successful. Keep reading »