(December 11, 2013 at 4:33 pm)TaraJo Wrote: I think when it comes to the rape talk, the thing that bothers me is how it gets framed as an either/or thing. As in, we can either teach men not to rape or we can help women avoid situations where they are more likely to be raped. Why can't we do both? Why is it if, for example, I tell my friend not to take her eyes off her drink, I can't also tell guys to leave her drink alone or call guys on it when they(brag?) about doing things like that. And, yet, when I try to find the middle ground in there, I get labeled a rape apologist and a misogynist. It's really frustrating. I'm not saying their message isn't good; I'm saying that they have an absolutely terrible way of delivering that message (and, yeah, sometimes it isn't good). In the court of public opinion, that's a great way to make sure your beliefs never become mainstream enough to effect any real change on society.Most people aren't, but feminists ( I mean the really nutty sort) can say terrible things and seem to get away with it. Like this http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nvYyGTmcP80
As far as the internet goes, feminism seems to have been taken over by a bunch of closed minded extremists with little tolerance for views outside their own. Moderate feminists are few and far between. I'm not saying they aren't out there, but their voices are drowned out in a sea of loud, angry dykes, screaming to castrate a man for daring use the word "bitch." It's especially bad if you ever dare to look at places like Social Justice Tumblr or the previously mentioned Freethought Blogs (and their spawn, Atheism+). I'm really glad most irl feminists (or people in general) aren't like that.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
