by Amber Rhea
I teach them.: 7th Grader Raped at School, Officials Rush to Victim-Blame
SERIOUSLY.
(via katoleary)
WHAT??? “…the unfortunate events that happened”?? As if a girl was walking along and a rape fell from the sky and landed on her??? Disgusting.
The audience in at least the first Moscow shows was filled with members of the Communist Party, who received tickets from the government as a perk. Most of that audience took a long while to warm up to Joel’s energetic show, something that never had happened in other countries he had performed in. As a result, a minor international incident occurred when he famously flipped over an electric keyboard during the second Moscow show as a show of frustration that the lighting engineers would not turn down the house lights. The lighting engineers were more concerned with the amount of light being adequate for filming, as a documentary film crew was filming the concert. According to Joel, each time the fans were hit with the bright lights, anybody who seemed to be enjoying themselves froze. In addition, people who were “overreacting” were removed by security.
Billy Joel - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
“A minor international incident.” Love it.
I am afraid to wear a skirt,
For fear of being whistled at,
For fear of being winked at,
For fear or sexual assault,
For fear of attempted rape,
I am afraid to wear heels,
For fear of being whistled at,
For fear of being winked at,
For fear or sexual assault,
For fear of attempted rape,
I am afraid to,
Because,
I have experienced these things.
The fact is that political correctness has become the complaint of choice for those who don’t like their world; for men who fear their positions are being eroded by women, white people who fear too much attention is being paid to non-white people, minorities jealous of other minorities, non-disabled folk who can’t see why buses should have wheelchair ramps, tall people who fear short people. It embraces everything. It means nothing. The term, as bandied about these days, is valueless.
In a society as fast-changing as ours, there is a debate to be had about relationships. How much do we assimilate? How do we interact? How do we acknowledge difference? And human nature being as it is, that will be a spiky debate. We shouldn’t run from that.
And in case I didn't make it clear
…it’s the “growing up with Harry Potter” part that really punched me in the throat.
