It’s not a fun time to be a man right now, what with all the terrible behavior being revealed by #MeToo. It’s even worse if you understand that we deserve all those bad feelings and more. So. Much. More. We deserve it because we’ve behaved horribly, whether we’ve perpetrated the awfulness ourselves or told victims we don’t care about what’s happened to them.
Last week, Dr. Christine Blasey Ford went before the Senate Judicial committee to testify about her allegation that Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh attempted to rape her when she was 15 and he was 17. The whole thing was an avalanche of awfulness that included from a fairly detailed recounting of a sexual assault, a bunch of old men cowardly hiding behind the skirts of a woman brought in to do their dirty work and, finally, the realization that the Republican members of the Judicial committee and a not-insignificant portion of Americans don’t really care that a man who may well have committed a sexual assault could be elevated to the highest court in the land.
Right about now, you may be thinking, “What does this have to do with me? I don’t know anyone who’s been sexually assaulted/harassed.” I hate to break it to you, but you’re wrong. You do, they’re just not willing to tell you about it. And, I’m not talking about acquaintances, either. I mean, spouses, children, other family members, close friends, etc. Think about that for a minute. People who are as close to you as it is possible to be are dealing with awful, demeaning, traumatic experiences and they’ve never mentioned it to you. Why do you think that might be?
Maybe, just maybe, it’s because you’ve given them a good reason not to. Now, you’re probably thinking, “What!? How did I do that?” You did it when asked what a rape victim was wearing/how much she had to drink beforehand/what she was doing in that part of town in the first place. You did it when you said someone who reported that they’d been assaulted was a liar because they waited (sometimes months, sometimes years) before coming forward. You did it when you said that someone telling the story of how they’d been assaulted had an agenda, that they were out to smear a good man’s name. You did it when you asked tried to dismiss victims by intimating that false accusations of sexual assault were a bigger problem than assault itself. Basically, you did by being a douche bag. Instead of wondering why they don’t trust you, you should be wondering why they continue to allow you into their life at all.
Like I said in the opening sentence, it’s not a fun time to be a man right now. But, know this: the way you’re feeling right now is nothing compared to the way people who have been victimized sexually feel. It is, at most, a tiny clouded window into what those folks live with every day. And, as a man, you should be looking for ways to lessen that awfulness for them, not doubling down on it so your side “wins”. To put it bluntly, man up and stop being a douche bag.
“You Oughta Know”
I want you to know, that I am happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me?
Would she go down on you in a theater?
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby?
I’m sure she’d make a really excellent mother
‘Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn’t able to make it enough for you
To be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me
You’d hold me until you died
‘Til you died, but you’re still alive
And I’m here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
Method: English – Spanish – Bulgarian – Zulu – Maltese – Zulu – Bulgarian – Spanish – English
I know I’m happy
I do not want anything better
Is that like me?
Can you ever miss the theater?
And you can still have your baby?
I’m sure they really will be a true mother
Because we like it
He could not afford to do it enough
And every time you say his name
You know what to say
Worry about me, I do not remember
While you die, you are still alive
And here I want to remind you
Because of the shock he leaves when he leaves
It is good to lose
You want to know
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Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he’s had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say “Hello”
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
And little children laugh at him behind his back
And the banker never wears a mac
In the pouring rain, very strange
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass,
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
It’s a clean machine
Method: English – Norwegian – Yiddish – Macedonian – Catalan – Macedonian – Yiddish – Norwegian – English
Penny Lane is a golf show that shows pictures
You are happy to know each chapter
And all those who come and go
Stop and say “hello”
There is a bank in the corner by car,
And young children laugh at him
And the banker never carries a Mac
In the rainy weather, very funny
Penny Lane is in my ears and eyes
Under the blue sky in the sky
I’m sitting at that time and I’m back
In the “Penny Line” held a solemn ceremony with sand,
And in his pocket is a portrait of the queen
He wants to keep his fire engine clean,
It’s a clean machine
I think it’s safe to say that, right now, public discourse isn’t at its loftiest point in our history. Up until last week, I told myself that things could certainly be worse, saying “Hey, no one’s taken a stick to a colleague on the Senate floor while a compatriot pulled a pistol to keep everyone else at bay. That’s something, right?” But, I’m not sure I can hold onto that slim strand of hope much longer.
Last Thursday, a man with a long-standing grudge against Annapolis, Maryland’s Capital Gazette newspaper walked into their office and opened fire on the staff, killing five and wounding two. You might be wondering why I would bring up mass murder in a discussion about public discourse. I get that, killing a whole slew of people in one go is pretty much the opposite of talking. In another world, it wouldn’t make a lot of sense to bring up mass murder in a discussion about the community’s rhetoric. But, we don’t live in another world, we live in the “Trump-side Down“: A world where a thrice-divorced reality show huckster who said he’s never felt the need to ask God’s forgiveness and has paid hush money to an adult film actress over an affair that occurred a few months after his current wife had given birth to their son enjoys such massive support from evangelical Christians that they elect to the highest office in the land. Meanwhile, a devoted husband and father who has repeatedly demonstrated his faith through his actions is reviled by these same people as a “secret Muslim” who is mounting an assault on Christianity. Y’all know these folks make Jesus cry, right?
If the way Obama was treated while 45 is embraced isn’t enough proof that we live in a parallel universe where everything is twisted and warped, check this out: Thursday evening, on AC360, Anderson Cooper replayed a previously taped interview with two survivors of the shooting. In it, reporter Selene San Felice, said, “But I’m gonna need more than a couple days of news coverage and some thoughts and prayers because it’s — our whole lives have been shattered. And so, thanks for your prayers, but I couldn’t give a f*ck about them if there’s nothing else.” Whether by mistake or by design, they didn’t censor San Felice and the expletive came thru loud and clear. In the normal world, the only way to respond to that is the way Cooper did: with sympathy and grace. However, in the “Trump-side Down”, it seems that tone-policing is an appropriate response.
“Sign of our times… the F word is now routinely used in news stories, tweets, etc. It’s not even F*** anymore. Who made that decision?
Wow. Let me see if I understand what’s being said here: In the aftermath of a mass shooting that left five people dead and 2 wounded, Senator Waterboy is upset by the “F” word? I don’t know about you guys, but I can think of a lot of words that are worse than “f–k”, like murder, racism, famine and a whole bunch more. But, I suppose it is nice to know where Marco’s priorities lie.
Now, the cynic in me thinks that this really about all Rubio can say, what with bought and paid for by the NRA. But, my idealistic side says that, rather than just making snarky comments, I should try and look at things from Marco’s point of view. I don’t know, maybe “F***” is worse than I think. So, let’s do a little research, shall we?
As a word, the “f” bomb has been around for a long time. The first attested usage dates to 1475 in a poem by some English friars (although it does appear earlier in a couple of names). It is probably a cognate of some Germanic words that have a sexual connotation. Or, it may derive from an Old French word that means “to f…” well, you know. Originally, it referred only to having sex and it’s hard to tell when it lost that happy association and picked up some of the more unpleasant and offensive meanings it has today. But, even with all its negative associations, when stacked up against violent death, bigotry, and hunger, “f**k” just doesn’t seem that bad to me.
Of course, Rubio isn’t the only person to use this approach. All of our social media feeds are full of “Trumpies” calling for civility now that everyone else has had enough of their crap and started giving it back. Sorry, snowflakes, that genie is out of the bottle and it ain’t going back in. Deal with it.
In this second entry of “You Really Ought to Read it First”, we’re going to talk about the Bible in general. There are a lot of people who, in spite of all the truly weird stuff that’s in it, believe the Bible is literally true. Like every word of it. Understand when I say “truly weird stuff”, I mean things like:
- A talking donkey. And, when I say, “talking donkey”, I mean like in Shrek, only not as funny. In the book of Numbers, there is a prophet named Balaam, whose donkey begins to speak to him. And, what did Balaam do when his donkey spoke to him? He had a conversation with it. Like it was the most normal thing in the world. Which could be true if the drugs are good enough.
- God sending bears to maul 42 kids for making fun of Elisha. Yes, you read that right: The God that Christians continually refer to as a “loving father” sent a couple of bears to maul some kids after Elisha “cursed them in the Lord’s name” for calling him “Baldy”.
- Stoning smart-alecky kids. That’s right, beloved, the “Good Book” says that if your child is consistently stubborn and rebellious, they should be stoned. And, not in the good way, either. To be fair, though, after raising a couple of teenagers, I can see where this one was coming from.
- Moses checking out God’s butt. I mean, yeah, it says “back parts”. But, where I come from, that’s “butt” all day long.
- Sheep that look at striped sticks while mating giving birth to striped, speckled, and spotted babies. Who knew you could genetically engineer livestock with a few sticks? I’ll bet all those egghead scientists feel pretty stupid whenever they read this one.
- God giving the Philistines hemorrhoids for taking the Ark of the Covenant. That’s right, people, mess with God (or even God’s people) and you get hemorrhoids. I realize this may be TMI, but I’ve had hemorrhoids and, frankly, I’d rather be mauled by bears.
After reading all this, you probably said to yourself, “Why would any thinking person believe these insane things actually happened?” (they do) And, close on the heels of that, you probably thought, “Maybe they haven’t actually read it.” (they have, often and extensively) My take on the matter is that, while they’ve read it, they haven’t done a lot of thinking on the subject. Maybe this will spur them to spend some time in contemplation. I’m not holding my breath, though.