(Source: kotaku.com)
“Rape culture is telling girls and women to be careful about what you wear, how you wear it, how you carry yourself, where you walk, when you walk there, with whom you walk, whom you trust, what you do, where you do it, with whom you do it, what you drink, how much you drink, whether you make eye contact, if you’re alone, if you’re with a stranger, if you’re in a group, if you’re in a group of strangers, if it’s dark, if the area is unfamiliar, if you’re carrying something, how you carry it, what kind of shoes you’re wearing in case you have to run, what kind of purse you carry, what jewelry you wear, what time it is, what street it is, what environment it is, how many people you sleep with, what kind of people you sleep with, who your friends are, to whom you give your number, who’s around when the delivery guy comes, to get an apartment where you can see who’s at the door before they can see you, to check before you open the door to the delivery guy, to own a dog or a dog-sound-making machine, to get a roommate, to take self-defense, to always be alert always pay attention always watch your back always be aware of your surroundings and never let your guard down for a moment lest you be sexually assaulted and if you are and didn’t follow all the rules it’s your fault.”
Men Can Stop Rape campaign posters Part 2.
(Source: femistorian, via pointy-earedbastard)
There is way more rape in horror movies than there are rapists. It is so often cartoonish monsters, or bad guys so evil that anyone can look at them with disgust. I think there is a place in horror for depictions of rapists that are a little closer to the truth - rapists who have excuses for themselves, who don’t see themselves as evil at all.
Having a rapist like that in a movie might hit a nerve with someone, hit a little too close to home. It might make it harder for real live men to believe those self-justifications if they see them echoed on the screen so clearly connected to the horror of rape. If movie rapists aren’t always just monsters that look nothing like real human beings, if they are monstrous because of their actions and the effect of their actions on others, it might occur to more men that what they’re thinking about is actually rape.
(Source: intosurvival.blogspot.com)
Lolita eventually does get away from her abusive stepfather by age 15, but the fact that she has been immortalized as this illicit literary vixen is not only deeply troublesome, it’s also a completely inaccurate reading of the book. And Marc Jacobs is not alone in his highly problematic misinterpretation of child rape and abuse as “sexy.” Some publications and publishing houses actually recognize the years of abuse as love.
A consent culture is one in which the prevailing narrative of sex—in fact, of human interaction—is centered around mutual consent. It is a culture with an abhorrence of forcing anyone into anything, a respect for the absolute necessity of bodily autonomy, a culture that believes that a person is always the best judge of their own wants and needs.
I don’t want to limit it to sex. A consent culture is one in which mutual consent is part of social life as well. Don’t want to talk to someone? You don’t have to. Don’t want a hug? That’s okay, no hug then. Don’t want to try the fish? That’s fine. (As someone with weird food aversions, I have a special hatred for “just taste a little!”) Don’t want to be tickled or noogied? Then it’s not funny to chase you down and do it anyway.
I could not be happier about the “Men Can Stop Rape” campaign. :D
(Source: yellowcars, via wewereinfinite)
Spoiler & Trigger Warnings
For some reason,we are still at a point where portrayed rapists can’t be attractive, in shape, or “normal.” That might hit too close to home. But in reality, rapists aren’t always the kind of person who gives you the creeps when you look at them. Sometimes rapists are attractive, or wealthy, or charming. Sometimes they are trusted friends. If this film was so determined to showing us an unflinching look at the rape itself, why not go a step further and commit to admitting that not only the most obvious monsters rape? Why are we willing to concede that rape exists and is a horrible, atrocious thing, but we still can’t fully accept that it happens to all of us, not just the disenfranchised or vulnerable, and the perpetrators aren’t just the predators lurking in dark alleys? Are we worried about making our audiences uncomfortable? Weren’t we already?
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This post in particular is addressed to men, not because women don’t rape and women don’t make/laugh at rape jokes and not because men can’t be raped, but because, by nature of the existing gender disparity, men are in a unique position to be taken seriously when they raise objections to…
