I woke up last Wednesday, August 13th, and took to my twitter, preparing myself to ingest yet another round of bad news. It had been a trying week, with more hateful, scary events taking place every day. While I knew I’d find evidence of this in my twitter feed, I expected to find solace in the kind sentiments of the liberal people and publications that I follow.
Instead, I was confronted by a Thought Catalog article entitled “Ferguson, Missouri, Looks Like a Rap Video,” by TC writer Anthony Rogers. The article is deeply racist, and, regarding the looting in Ferguson, includes the sentence “You cannot find Jordans, rims, or weaves … in Ferguson, MO.”
The article came on the heels of another offensive and disturbing piece of writing that was published on August 12th. Written by former Vice co-founder Gavin McInnes, “Transphobia is Perfectly Natural“ is so full of visceral hate that it’s almost unbearable to read. “What’s the matter with simply being a fag who wears makeup?” the author recalls thinking when he sees a trans person on the streets of New York. “To justify trannies is to allow mentally ill people to mutilate themselves,” he continues. (Both McInnes’ and Rogers’ articles now feature the above offensive content warning.) Keep reading »
Hey guys, a straight cis dude fucked a trans woman even though he knew she was trans. Isn’t that amazing? Should he not be awarded the Nobel Prize for Enlightened Cock for putting his dick inside a woman who used to have a dick? After all, “she said she had all of her lady parts” and she did so that’s totally cool, right, bro? Maybe this bro will score sweet tang off the Hampshire grads he meets in a nearby coffee shop, because Love. Anyway, obviously this is on Thought Catalog and obviously you need to read an excerpt, which I shall provide here:
…I thought she was attractive before, so what’s the problem? None. There’s a first time for anything, anyway. She rocked me and made me fee like a stud. She even cleaned my dick with a cold wet rag after I came. It was great. And then I left.
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Someone call the waaaaaaambulance, we’ve got a whiner on our hands. Over at Thought Catalog, in a piece titled “Being Privileged In Not A Choice, So Stop Hating Me For It,” writer Kate Menendez says she is fed up with other people judging her for her privileged background. She’s sick of being self conscious that, thanks to her parents paying for college and grad school, she had no debt. She’s over pretending that the fancy suits she wears to her internship are hand-me-downs, when she bought them full price herself. She’s tired of getting dirty looks from her doorman when he hands her a delivery from J. Crew, dammit! Yes, doorman. She lives in an expensive high-rise building, get over it, poors, because Kate can’t help it! She writes:
So stop making me feel like I’ve done something wrong. Stop making me feel like I am less deserving. I didn’t ask to be born into this kind of circumstance and I’m tired of being judged for it.
In some ways, Menendez is right of course. It isn’t her “fault” that she was born to parents who “work hard and did much better than they ever expected in their careers.” There is certainly no reason to “hate” her for being lucky enough to have college and grad school paid for, to have the money to buy nice suits and get her hair highlighted. When it comes to accepting these opportunities and privileges, Menendez has done nothing wrong. But I am having a hard time believing that Menendez actually has experienced “backlash” for simply being privileged. Aside from her interpretation of the looks her doorman gives her, Menendez offers no actual examples of the hate she’s received, just blanket statements about people needing to “lay off.” Without any concrete examples, I’m inclined to believe that the “judgment” Menendez feels is actually youthful self absorption making larger conversations about privilege all about her. Keep reading »
Expected but rarely warranted, the why-did-your-relationship-end question may be even more despicable than the why-are-you-single question. After all, asking someone why their relationship drank Drano implies that you have a vested interest in one’s sacred bond with another person—you don’t. This is not an Us Weekly interview, I am not Jennifer Lopez, and unless your name is ‘Whiskey,’ I don’t want to talk to you right now. Shoo, and turn the light off on your way out.
Because such a question deserves a condescending answer, here are a few for you to memorize and use at your discretion. Enjoy! Keep reading »
It look me a while to catch on to “True Blood”; weeks of friends talking nonsense about Jason Stackhouse’s sex life, several Freudian comments on the part of my mother regarding race relations and the sale of vampire blood, and a picture of Alexander Skarsgård without his shirt on, to finally get me watching. And, admittedly, it wasn’t until about halfway through season 2 that I really got hooked. I had a voice in my head—I can’t remember whose—but it was someone’s who had promised me that “True Blood” was “the new ‘Buffy.’” Needless to say, “True Blood” pales to “Buffy” in every way possible, and I would be reluctant to say that the two are even comparable thematically or in genre, apart from the vampires and other pervading supernatural elements. Yet “True Blood” has its important moments—drug abuse, eternal virginity, bestiality, orgies and a human-vampire media war. In short, there are redeeming qualities that, through the gratuitous gore and graphic sex, give “True Blood” a point. Keep reading »