OK, this annoyed me so much I'm going to do a quote retweet storm, a thing I've never done before. Men who get in bar fights are not tough guys. They're idiot drunks who can't even take care of *themselves*. It's a miracle when one can even land a proper punch. Here is a story.
Once my friend Jim, who'd been in a combat unit in Iraq, was approached in a bar by a drunk who overheard him talking to a friend about politics (Jim was in a Democratic organization). This drunk was getting in Jim's face, threatening him …
all "people like you who don't support the troops"… and he said he'd fought in Iraq, but he named a unit that did not exist. Basically, the dude was lying. Jim asked him to step outside and the man stepped outside with Jim, all blustering and ready to go, and Jim said to him …
One more thing on Kavanaugh before I go and do my laundry. I've written about false rape accusations before, and I know they do occur. I spent months researching this article, and I'm very familiar with the territory. qz.com/980766/the-tru…
Ford's accusation has none of the characteristics of a false accusation.
False accusations tend to paint the attacker as extraordinarily evil and deliberately cruel, not as a kid who is doing something really awful and stupid while black-out drunk.
Call me crazy, but I think middle-aged men should accept that if they committed an attempted rape in high school, and it is made public now, it is reasonable and not outrageous that it has an impact on their career.
Like, maybe you're a totally reformed character, but if you are, the thing you do is accept that the horrible thing you did will naturally make people feel differently about you and deal with the consequences without lying or posing as a victim of injustice.
If Kavanaugh drove drunk as a teen and ran someone over, and that person recovered but was always affected by the injuries, while Kavanaugh never admitted responsibility, ever, in thirty years, we would feel differently about him. No one would be saying "Think of the men!"
So when I was 16, I was raped by the brother of a friend. Apart from being the brother of my friend, he was also a convicted rapist who'd done time for two counts of rape. That's a story in itself, of course, but I just want to say what it was like to tell this to an adult.
It happened that I was in group therapy with the guidance counselor at school because my mother had recently died. I figured this rape story was the kind of thing group therapy was for, and it would be a totally safe place to tell it. WRONG.
1. This is a thread about being a professional gambler, and generally about trying to be cool while female. It comes with a trigger warning for misandry. Anyone who doesn't like misandry shouldn't read this. I'll be misandering up a storm in this thread.
2. So when I was in my twenties, I answered a job ad in a newspaper for a "Professional gambler's assistant." Remarkably, this turned out to have been placed by a real professional gambler who really wanted to train a team to play blackjack in casinos around the world.
3. So I took this job and was trained blackjack strategy, how to count cards, etc.—generally how to beat the house at blackjack. It's a very nitpicky, geeky, repetitive thing to do, and you have to play eight hours a day every day, never making mistakes, to turn a profit.
A thriller where SCOTUS are all in a small plane flying to an event & it crashes in the Andes. They'll ALL have to be replaced! So everyone thinks. But…
MEANWHILE (jump to an icy Andean mountaintop, with smoking wreckage strewn around) SCOTUS are actually still alive! But Alito was horribly wounded in the crash, he's dying on Clarence Thomas's lap (touching scene). And well, everyone's starving so… 2/
OK long story short, they eat Alito, and then as they're making their down a treacherous bit of Andes mountain thing, Roberts slips and plummets, his robes flapping, like a shrieking pitiful bat, into nothing! Oh no! But our plucky crew must soldier on… 3/
OK, I've been working on a Jordan Peterson project, and this is a thing from his book Twelve Rules For Life which keeps haunting me, and which I haven't seen mentioned in any profile of him. 1/11
In that book, Jordan Peterson tells a story about a psychotherapy patient of his who told him she thought she'd been raped more than once. She drank a lot & often woke up with men not remembering what happened. She wasn't sure but she thought she might have been raped 5 times. 2/
Peterson treats this as a comic episode. He guffaws to the reader, "What does that mean… you THINK you've been raped?" And five times??? He is incredulous at the stupidity. Anyway, when women get drunk & stuff happens, it's all a big fog. That's what most "sexual assault" is.
1. One of the most important roles of the welfare state is to allow people to have priorities other than money without risking their lives and the lives of their families.
2. In today's politics this role of the welfare state is treated as a flaw—as if helping others, pursuing research, and making things that are useful or beautiful, are all frivolous luxuries, and if you do these things without becoming rich, you have achieved nothing at all.
3. Voters are encouraged to be angry about funding someone else's attempt to help others, pursue research, or make things that are useful or beautiful; that is "waste".
1. My first best friend, when I was 6, was a boy named Steven Wu. Steven's Mom was an acupuncturist, and one day after we dropped Steven off, my Dad told me acupuncture was against the law. My first experience of perceiving crime as glamourous.
2. When I was 11 years old, my father bought a CB radio. My CB handle was "Timber Wolf".
2. Once I was going out with a guy who was much more middle of the road than me. And one night, I asked him to go with me to a Guy Maddin film which was a silent movie that combined the plot of Dracula with ballet.
3. He was, shall we say, hesitant. But he agreed to go with the proviso that, if he really couldn't stand the film, he would kick me in the ankle and we would leave.
1. OK, in honor of "Cat Person", I want to tell my Nice Guy story, about a Nice Guy I once knew who was genuinely a very nice and even good guy, and yet at last he was corrupted by the evils of the world.
2. He was a sweet hard-working guy, a working class guy who was getting a liberal arts PhD while working to support himself. He was nerdy and a little chubby but not bad-looking. From a small town in the midwest. His people were farmers who voted Democrat.
3. When I first met him, he had a long-term girlfriend from home but she "didn't want to have sex outside of marriage." After we all met her, we guessed this was code for "gay but not quite ready to come out".