The Room in Which Shakespeare Was Born (1853), oil on board | artwork by Henry Wallis
The best photo set of NYC I’ve ever seen.
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To all those who don’t think the rape joke was a problem, or rape jokes are a problem.
I get it, you’re a decent guy. I can even believe it. You’ve never raped anybody. You would NEVER rape anybody. You’re upset that all these feminists are trying to accuse you of doing something or connect you to doing something that, as far as you’re concerned, you’ve never done and would never condone.
And they’ve told you about triggers, and PTSD, and how one in six women is a survivor, and you get it. You do. But you can’t let every time someone gets all upset get in the way of you having a good time, right?
So fine. If all those arguments aren’t going anything for you, let me tell you this. And I tell you this because I genuinely believe you mean it when you say you don’t want to hurt anybody, and you don’t see the harm, and that it’s important to you to do your best to be a decent and good person. And I genuinely believe you when you say you would never associate with a rapist and you think rape really is a very bad thing.
Because this is why I refuse to take rape jokes sitting down-
6% of college age men, slightly over 1 in 20, will admit to raping someone in anonymous surveys, as long as the word “rape” isn’t used in the description of the act.
6% of Penny Arcade’s target demographic will admit to actually being rapists when asked.
A lot of people accuse feminists of thinking that all men are rapists. That’s not true. But do you know who think all men are rapists?
Rapists do.
They really do. In psychological study, the profiling, the studies, it comes out again and again.
Virtually all rapists genuinely believe that all men rape, and other men just keep it hushed up better. And more, these people who really are rapists are constantly reaffirmed in their belief about the rest of mankind being rapists like them by things like rape jokes, that dismiss and normalize the idea of rape.
If one in twenty guys is a real and true rapist, and you have any amount of social activity with other guys like yourself, really cool guy, then it is almost a statistical certainty that one time hanging out with friends and their friends, playing Halo with a bunch of guys online, in a WoW guild, or elsewhere, you were talking to a rapist. Not your fault. You can’t tell a rapist apart any better than anyone else can. It’s not like they announce themselves.
But, here’s the thing. It’s very likely that in some of these interactions with these guys, at some point or another someone told a rape joke. You, decent guy that you are, understood that they didn’t mean it, and it was just a joke. And so you laughed.
And, decent guy who would never condone rape, who would step in and stop rape if he saw it, who understands that rape is awful and wrong and bad, when you laughed?
That rapist who was in the group with you, that rapist thought that you were on his side. That rapist knew that you were a rapist like him. And he felt validated, and he felt he was among his comrades.
You. The rapist’s comrade.
And if that doesn’t make you feel sick to your stomach, if that doesn’t make you want to throw up, if that doesn’t disturb you or bother you or make you feel like maybe you should at least consider not participating in that kind of humor anymore…
Well, maybe you aren’t as opposed to rapists as you claim.
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“Tu ne sais pas que c’est dangereux à cette heure?”“Don’t you know it’s dangerous here at this hour?”—Photographed in Paris, France on November 25th.
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In a poor city in a poor country on a poor continent, there is a group of people with a singular purpose: to look rich.
Or, rather, to look good — and to fully embody the suave, elegant style that a wardrobe of three-piece suits, silk socks, fedoras and canes might suggest.
They are called sapeurs or members of the Societe des Ambianceurs et des Personnes Elegantes (the Society of Tastemakers and Elegant People). And when they go out, they turn the streets of Brazzaville, the capital of the Republic of the Congo, into a fashion runway.
The Surprising Sartorial Culture Of Congolese ‘Sapeurs’
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me: Ugh. I have to do HOMEWORK
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me: lol goodnight
If you replaced the dots with ‘drink wine,’ you’d be pretty close to my life.
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Voronitsyna is a former glossy magazine photographer, now confined to her bed in a suburb of Moscow with rapid-onset multiple sclerosis. When the fires engulfed western Russia in 2010, killing dozens of people, burning down thousands of homes, and destroying millions of hectares of forest, Voronitsyna watched the official broadcast media claim that everything was under control. A blogger on the popular site, Livejournal.ru, she quickly began organizing information about which regions needed what kind of help, and when. Acting as a kind of traffic cop, she dispatched volunteers with supplied to areas where local firefighters were overwhelmed, lacking basic equipment such as pumps and hoses due to years of official neglect. “[During the fires] it became obvious to a large part of Russia’s citizens that they couldn’t count on the government,” she says.
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Voronitsyna is a former glossy magazine photographer, now confined to her bed in a suburb of Moscow with rapid-onset multiple sclerosis. When the fires engulfed western Russia in 2010, killing dozens of people, burning down thousands of homes, and destroying millions of hectares of forest, Voronitsyna watched the official broadcast media claim that everything was under control. A blogger on the popular site, Livejournal.ru, she quickly began organizing information about which regions needed what kind of help, and when. Acting as a kind of traffic cop, she dispatched volunteers with supplied to areas where local firefighters were overwhelmed, lacking basic equipment such as pumps and hoses due to years of official neglect. “[During the fires] it became obvious to a large part of Russia’s citizens that they couldn’t count on the government,” she says.
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