High Tech Panties Won’t Stop Rape

So, so, so well said.

The Belle Jar

There is currently an Indiegogo campaign created by AR Wear for a line that they call Anti-Rape Clothing. These garments, which include a pair of boy-cut brief-style panties, running shorts, leggings and “travelling shorts,” are allegedly designed and built to be unremovable except by the owner, who has some sort of key to release the locking mechanism on the waistband. Basically they act as a chastity belt, although of course we are not supposed to think of them as chastity belts. AR Wear wants us to believe that this is some sort of modern innovation, and not just a contemporary twist on an outdated garment meant to oppress and subjugate women. In fact, AR Wear wants us to believe that the opposite is true – that their anti-rape wear will actually empower women and offer them some sort of freedom that they might have been lacking.

Let’s get a few…

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One more example of how not to talk about rape

Third Ten Million Years

No one looks to Fox News contributors for sensitivity on issues of gender, sexual violence, or rape culture.

That’s a sad sentence, but it’s the case. The network has continually shown a lack of general awareness to many of the grave stories that come across the desk regarding sexual violence, rape culture, victim-blaming, shaming, and like issues. And yet, if we’re to make change on these massive problems, we must continue to recognize the failures.

So, the latest from Fox News, regarding the rape case unfolding in Maryville, Missouri, contributor Joseph DiBenedetto (a defense attorney) had the following comments:

There’s no denying that from the surface it appears to be some sort of cover-up. But when you look at the finer details, there are telltale signs of this girl actually lying. She is leaving her home at 1 a.m. in the morning and nobody forced her to drink. And what…

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Really an article worth reading. Daisy Coleman (the teenaged girl at the center of the rape case in Maryville) discusses what’s happened and what the future holds. She’s brave, and she’s strong, and I hope to God she gets the justice she deserves.

On Righteous Anger; or, I Get Pissed Off a Lot

I’ve never considered myself an angry person. I don’t walk around feeling grumpy and sullen, behaving poorly and taking things out on unsuspecting passerby. I’ve generally always considered myself a happy, albeit fairly moody, human being.

But, you guys. I rage all. the. time.

What do I mean by rage? I mean I get really, really, REALLY indignant over everything from misogyny to something as inconsequential as that girl in my poetry class this semester who doesn’t ever know what the hell she’s talking about (iambic pentameter is not the only form of meter, you absolute twit. How are you even taking this class? Ahem. I digress). Anyway.
For the most part, I inhabit the extremes as far as emotions go (see this previous post if you’d like to know more about that), so when something pisses me off- and I mean really pisses me off- I get righteously angry. I rant. I swear. I write angry blog posts. I imagine arguments/conversations/discussions in my head. I stew over whatever it is that’s pissed me off until I get too angry to see straight, or until eventually I calm down. I go on runs, I go for drives, I clean obsessively.

Then, sometimes, I find myself feeling really, really bad and really, really guilty over raging so hard. I’m not an angry person. I don’t like being angry. It’s easier than feeling some other things (sadness, for one), but I don’t like raging all the time- even when it’s a righteous anger, an anger that is well-earned (for example, being angry about things like this).

Part of the reason I started blogging was to have a constructive way to process through all the things that make me quiver with unequivocal, righteous indignation, to process through the imbalances and injustices in the world, the shitty way that people treat each other, the vast, veritable ocean of things that leave me jaded and looking for an out (here’s looking at you, rape culture, politics, consumerism, and that stupid girl in my poetry class).

But lately I’ve been too tired to think and process through any of it. Being angry takes a lot of energy; being righteously angry takes at least twice that. And while it’s kind of nice to not be raging all the time, it hasn’t really been much better. I still get angry about all the things I’ve mentioned. I still have an inherent need to rant and sort through what I think and how I feel. I still need to clean obsessively and problem solve and find a way to work through the anger and come out on the other side with a better understanding (or some other pretentious claim). But I’ve been tired. I have been weary and jaded and it’s been easier to ignore all of these things and push the anger down to the bottom of my throat so I can pretend it’s not there.

Except it is, and all I’m doing is ignoring its existence so I don’t have to handle any of it. And that’s not very healthy, either. In fact, it reminds me entirely too much of someone I used to know, and he’s kind of a mess, so I don’t really like feeling like I’m behaving in a similar fashion.

I guess what I’m really trying to say is, I am not an angry person. I am not an angry person, but I do get righteously angry. I get righteously angry because there are things in this world that I deserve to be angry about, that I should be angry about. And that’s okay. And I need to do better about using that indignation to make a change or make a difference, instead of complacently ignoring it.