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Everyday Thoughtcrimes

This is Why I Don’t Believe You: II

Duke University is threatening expulsion of a student accused of rape.  In this case it seems like a version of the “both people were equally smashed, therefore the male is a rapist” nonsense.

The student, Lewis McLeod, is taking legal action regarding Duke’s hideous mangling of their own due process guidelines.

However, what I find most pertinent is:

In violation of a no-contact order, the accuser attended a social event at McLeod’s off-campus residence.

Because, you know, that’s what you do when you’ve been raped and you’re pursuing legal action against the rapist.

You go to their house for a party.

Of course.

Note that before attending the party, she consulted with the women’s center on campus to see if doing so would violate the order.  This was not an instance of accidentally being in the same place, or being taken by a friend to a party she didn’t realize would be at the rapists house, she went out of her way to be in his residence.

Why did she do this?

Because she’s full of shit, and knows she wasn’t victimized.

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Micro

A poster in /r/theredpill introduced some to the concept of “microagressions” today as so:

I’ve been seeing new talk of “Microaggressions” around the internet, where you cry a sad tear inside when someone inadvertently hurts your feelings, especially because you thought they were being racist/sexist, and they didn’t.

The official interpretations runs something more like this:

Micro-aggression is a form of “unintended discrimination”. It is depicted by the use of known social norms of behavior and/or expression that, while without conscious choice of the user, has the same effect as conscious, intended discrimination.

I am using the Wikipedia definition, as the more scholarly descriptions tend to use post-modern rectalalia that generally leaves me broken out in hives.

These are essentially regular things which one does every day, unconsciously, which can be interpreted through the lens of social justice to be racism/sexism/or any other particular “ism” that has gone to ground in the subconscious.

For instance, this student posting on the Brown University Micro/Agression Facebook Page reports:

“I thought he was sitting next to ‘Josê’…”

His name was Jorge.

Because not knowing how to properly pronounce a name that is written in a way that is counterintuitive to conventional English pronunciation, and that is similar both visually and auditorily to the other name, is evidence that the speaker is expressing internalized racism in that all Hispanic/Spanish names sound alike.  This is a way of demeaning the individual in possession of such a name as “other,” rather than an actualized individual like the Caucasian speaker.

Of course, it is not at all possible that the speaker was simply mistaken.

Apparently I face microagressions continuously from my Vietnamese-speaking clients who often mix up my gender because my my name is sort of ambiguous if you don’t speak English.

And I microagression them right back because I have no bloody idea what gender many Vietnamese names are common to.

The possibility that we might just be reasonably ignorant because we speak different languages and haven’t been exposed to that information yet… well, that’s ridiculous.

The /r/theredpill poster included a link to an article regarding the thoughts of a former solider and police officer on microagressions and trigger warnings, which are essentially:

Fuck your trauma.

Because:

If your psyche is so fragile you fall apart when someone inadvertently reminds you of “trauma”, especially if that trauma consisted of you overreacting to a self-interpreted racial slur, you need therapy. You belong on a psychiatrist’s couch, not in college dictating what the rest of society can’t do, say or think. Get your own head right before you try to run other people’s lives. If you expect everyone around you to cater to your neurosis, forever, you’re what I’d call a “failure at life”, doomed to perpetual disappointment.

Fucking rodger wilco.

And I would like to add, regarding the people who seek out such microagressions, upon which they offer up their delicate feelings as tiny martyrs –

Some people think that experiencing a trauma in itself is somehow honorable, rather than the honor being in how you deal with it during and after.

Of course, being genuinely traumatized in today’s first-world society, which is full of politeness and miracles (comparatively) is difficult to accomplish (and they’re probably too fragile to withstand an actual trauma anyways), so they go about collecting all these teeny tin cut-rate microagression badges from imaginary conflicts to pin on to prove that they should really for real be taken very seriously.

If you ever, ever, talk to me about microagressions, this is what you look like:

Little tyrants who imagine themselves great warriors, giving themselves awards to celebrate their make-believe battles.  They ride out on hobby horses to rattle their pewter sabers at the “grownups” of the world.

The basic problem with microagressions is the assumption that anything that is not perfect at all times, is a symptom of societal disease that must be eradicated at all costs.

Sometimes people are wrong, or mistaken, or ignorant.

Psychologically, people like to hang out with others who look, speak, and act like themselves.  This isn’t going to change anytime soon, without a serious hardware overhaul.

The universe is an infinitely interesting, colorful, and diverse place, that has an important personal message for you:

Getting over it is what deserves a badge.

This is Why I Don’t Believe You

Emma Sulkowicz, a student at Columbia (and unsurprisingly a visual arts major) has declared that she was violently raped by a fellow student.  To protest the university’s official finding of “not enough evidence” and their clearing of the accused, she has taken the following tack:

Outraged, Sulkowicz began carrying a 50-pound mattress wherever she went on campus, to suggest the painful burden she continues to bear. She has vowed to keep at it until he leaves the school.

However, after making an initial inquiry with the police,

Sulkowicz did not press criminal charges, a lengthy process that she said would be too draining

Of course.

Carrying a 50 pound mattress for years or more and collecting all the delicious attention from various concerns, that’s easy.  Actually going through the legal process to help authorities take what she has presented as a dangerous and violent man out of circulation so that he won’t victimize other women?

Can’t be arsed.

Paul Nungesser, the man accused by Sulkowicz of rape, was also accused by two other female students at essentially the same time.  One accused him of groping her at a party, the other of “intimate partner violence” including forced sex and emotional abuse.

Coming as a complete shock, when given the opportunity to plead their cases, groped girl –

had graduated and was unable, she said, to participate in the process

The outcome for intimate partner violence and forced sex girl –

The university dropped the intimate partner violence charge after that accuser, saying she was exhausted by the barrage of questions, stopped answering emails over summer vacation.

“It’s just such an awful burden,” said the fragile ladies, raising a limpid wrist to their pale foreheads, and sinking artfully to their finely upholstered fainting couches, “to have to keep telling the tale of my trauma to those who refuse to recognize that those possessed of uteri would never lie.  It feels like being violated all over again to have my strictly editorial embellishments questioned!”

The audience is entranced.

I, on the other hand, am wondering why we have a bunch of presumably strong, capable, intelligent modern women who decide to roar like lions, then act like mice when someone with authority notices said roaring.

The simple answer, and I love the simple answer, is that her story will get a bunch of sympathy and attention and accolades for bravery and perseverance from people to whom it can remain literary and ambiguous.

The police and other authorities have the capability to establish whether or not one’s story is factually correct.  Facts are the natural anathema of attention whores.

This is why carrying a 50 lb mattress advertising your trauma to the general public is a good, workable, idea, but helping the police put away a presumably violent criminal is “too hard.”

It’s because you’re lying.

Simple Answer

Four brothers from Australia split to go join the IS Jihadis in Syria, having previously shown no indication of being any sort of radicals.

Per the article:

The mother, she’s questioning why would they go there. Two of them barely can walk; they’re very unfit, and obese.

The two oldest are 25 and 28, and each weigh over 300 pounds.

It’s so obvious it hurts – In Australia, they can’t get laid.  In Syria, as Jihadis, they will be given at least one wife by religious authorities (who I assume will be culturally required to service them) and a lot of talk about 72 virgins and whatnot.

Simple.

Update: 12/23/14 8:29am

Yep.  

[Amnesty International] said on Tuesday, women faced torture, rape, forced marriage and were “sold” or given as “gifts” to ISIL fighters or their supporters in Iraq and Syria.

Women Are Liars

People who don’t lie.

Lets talk about sacred cows.

Specifically that people who value rationality shouldn’t be following any around with a wheelbarrow, happily collecting the leavings to share and compare with other devotees.  Hey, here’s a particularly shiny sacred dropping!  Mine has maize in it!  Yours does too?  Why is there always maize in it?

If one is to be intellectually honest, there can’t be any areas off-limits to scrutiny.  Consider, the only reason people laugh at all the jokes except about (topic) are because they’re personally invested in (topic) and it hurts their feelings when (topic) is made fun of.  They will try to say it is because (topic) is somehow sacrosanct and should be elevated above the street-corner banality of humor.  Of course, laughing at other people’s (topic) is fine, because considering those silly people’s (topic) restricted to serious handling is just plain nonsense.

As an aside, this is how we hatch the entirely humorless Politically Correct Puritan Inquisitors.  They’ve adopted so many versions of (topic) as their own very personal deep concern, that there’s no room for trivialization.  How would that make the Baka pygmies feel, huh?  Don’t you care about the lived experiences of left handed pasta aficionados of color?

Say, how many feminist girls does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

They’re womyn, and that’s not funny.

Moving on, I find it unpleasant when people make claims to the effect of “(Group member) wouldn’t (action) about (topic).”

It’s just a version of the “that’s never funny” where something is arbitrarily declared off-limits because the appalled party either identifies with the group, or they feel one of their sacred cows may be exposed as having a tasty brisket.

Lately the declarative has been “Women wouldn’t lie about rape.”

If that sentence has ever tripped gracefully from your mouth or keyboard, you’ve probably never met a woman, and you should probably stop wheelbarrowing around behind whomever in your life is group attribution biasing at you.

Women lie.

Woman are liars.

Men are liars too of course, we’re into equal opportunity around here.

There is nothing about womanhood or femaleness or any other property of being a homo sapiens sapiens in possession of two X chromosomes that renders one incapable of lying.

Women lie about all sorts of things.  They lie about stealing, lie on their taxes, lie about how they raise their children, and lie about their weight on their driver’s licenses.  They lie by omission and lie to your face, and make up grandiose stories that get them attention and sympathy or get them out of discomfort.  Generally these are the exact same things that men lie about.  People, of the human sort, rather than the orangutan sort, lie.  I’m pretty sure that orangutans would lie too, if we could communicate with them adequately.  Humans start lying practically as soon as they learn to speak. 

Even the most morally upright will lie, if only to preserve other people’s feelings.   That shirt looks great on you, by the way.

You know who doesn’t lie?

Eloi.

Happy, vapid, innocents.  Of course, they also are pretty much useless for anything except porridge.  Eloi are the ultimate acted-upon.  They don’t lie because they have no desires.  There’s no need to get any sort of edge, even if it’s just not making that other Eloi mad because their Christmas sweater is really a little much.  They’re simply not smart enough to care.

When people spout that women would never lie about rape, they’re group biasing women into the sort of creatures that have such little imagination that they can’t figure out an advantage to plain making shit up.  It’s especially insulting when the advantages of that particular class of lie are so obviously juicy.

Instant attention, fawning, get out of practically anything free cards (caught with an embarrassing lover?  Rape!  need to explain where you’ve been all night?  Rape!), all the rewards of martyrdom, and just a fantastic college essay topic about the heinous trauma you overcame.  All this can be yours, without any evidence whatsoever!  Just make up some awful generic dude who did something completely unverifiable to you, and let the sweet sweet attention wash over you.  Anyone who doubts even your most ridiculous lies will pilloried for you (there are at least three serious cognitive failures in the first two paragraphs of that article, happy hunting).

It’s easy.  And it’s vastly common, as all my incredibly dubious but shockingly numerous raped, almost raped, and institutional-rape-culture-raped college associates attest to.

Women aren’t Eloi, they’re humans.  They’ll take the advantage when they can get it, especially when there’s no risk in doing so.

Don’t insult us with doe eyed instance we can’t commit vile acts with the best of them.

*Image Credit: Classics Illustrated: The Time Machine

Thoughtcrimes

You may not like me.

That’s fine.

I have a collection of thoughts that are practically guaranteed to fluff the rice of anyone traveling along on any given sacred cow.  I’ve been a political conservative of the paleocon libertarian variety in an incredibly liberal area.  I’ve been an agnostic skeptic in the Bible Belt, and also in enclaves of granola mothers (the crunchy mamas were more hostile, honestly).  I’m a female men’s rights supporter.

Consider this a trigger warning.

It seems these days, there’s a small contingent (small especially in proportion to the volume of tantrums they throw) that believes that people who hold opinions contrary to theirs should be unable to hold jobs, or to live their lives in peace.

See the recent doxxing and job loss (video link) of the artist of Plebcomics.

Some people, you see, had their feelings hurt by her comics, since they did not massage their special interests with requisite vigor.  She dared point out hypocrisy in some of those special interest groups as well.  The nerve.  They responded in a rational and mature fashion by emailing her employer with threats and pornography until the artist decided to resign to save her employer the trouble.

In a similar vein the Tumblr site “Racists Getting Fired” does just what it says on the tin.   If you see someone say something objectionable or that upsets you or your special interest, get them fired!

Which may seem like a juicy way to get back at those awful detestable people who don’t toe the orthodoxy, that is until someone with an axe to grind, oh, an ex boyfriend maybe, submits doctored screenshots and fires an internet crusader mob straight at her employer.

Because how could any of this possibly go sideways.

In my own experience I was forced to rage quit Reddit (though I prefer to picture it as walking away from an explosion without looking back) because my opinions on gender relations were apparently intolerably heinous.  Namely I discussed Red Pill philosophy without the necessary crossing oneself, spitting three times, and spirit cleansing ritual.  Several individuals took it upon themselves to go through years of innocuous and frankly tedious post history (I was really into kitten pictures for a while there)  and attempt to put together who I was and where I worked.

Clearly it is unacceptable to not agree with the professionally offended.  Their tender sensibilities clearly cannot withstand such easily avoided assault.

Myself however, I’ll continue with my little thoughtcrimes, and leave them here for other oldthink unpeople.

*Image Credit: Liberymaniacs @ Deviantart

Fragile

William Desmond, a Harvard Law student, and apparently a victim of a post-modern text generator, writes in The National Law Journal:

Although over the last few weeks many law students have experienced moments of total despair, minutes of inconsolable tears and hours of utter confusion, many of these same students have also spent days in action—days of protesting, of organizing meetings, of drafting emails and letters, and of starting conversations long overdue.

Via the National Law Journal

He is referring to the general trauma of those embattled ivy league law students due to the recent killings of two black men by police officers.  Of course, he is arguing that he in not in fact whining, and that exams should be delayed to allows these future crafters of policy and prosecution ample time to fully recover from their “minutes of tears.”

Over at The New Yorker, law professor Jeannie Suk reports her students are having a difficult time dealing with having to discuss topics that make them the least bit uncomfortable:

One teacher I know was recently asked by a student not to use the word “violate” in class—as in “Does this conduct violate the law?”—because the word was triggering. Some students have even suggested that rape law should not be taught because of its potential to cause distress.

Via The New Yorker

Her students are clearly bright enough to have unearthed all on their own the eldritch secret – “If you refuse to discuss a topic, that topic will then cease to exist.”  It’s just like discovering calculus…

Students at Columbia Law School have been offered extensions on their final exams, as well as counseling services to assist with the existential trauma caused by the Brown grand jury decision.  Harvard is clearly jealous.

All over the country college students are finding themselves unable to cope with the possibility of hearing opinions and information that conflicts with their currently-held beliefs.

These are presumably our best and brightest.

Best and brightest they may be, but seemingly possessed with as much backbone as your typical planarian.  I saw the vestiges of this floppy and limpid accommodation of whining in my own college experience in the late 90’s, but hoped with childish naivete that the “adults” would step up and knock sense into my fellows.

That sense being that the inability to deal with adversity or the slightest discomfort is a handicap, not a point of pride, and certainly not something you want to crow about to others in an overwrought op-ed.

This emotional fragility is an embarrassment.  If you are a college student that needs exam extensions over the Ferguson events, or would like to become a lawyer without ever hearing about laws addressing crimes that make you uncomfortable YOU are an embarrassment.

These students should consider simply staying home.  The world is clearly too much for them.