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Today in Rape Culture

[Content Note: Sexual violence; rape jokes; misogyny; Game of Thrones spoilers.]

This past weekend, there were two major incidents of rape in entertainment: Louis CK hosted the season finale of Saturday Night Live, and spent a large portion of the intro doing a "comedy" bit about child rape; and Game of Thrones featured a rape scene of a central female character, which served as a plot point for a male character.

On their face, the two incidents may seem to have very little to do with one another—or may appear to be simply another two typical instances of the pervasive rape culture that turns sexual violence into fodder for eager audiences. But what these two incidents particularly share in common is that they were both content created by straight white men who have previously been criticized for rape-related content, who have now clearly drawn lines about where they stand on sensitivity to survivors—and there is, as always, an aggressive phalanx of fans who have mobilized in their defense.

Louis C.K. on SNL

Louis C.K., like many stand-up comedians who host SNL, used the host's opening to do some straightforward comedy, rather than indulge in the song-and-dance numbers or staged audience question segments favored by other hosts. He started with a bit about how he's a "mild racist," then moved on to a piece about parenting (during which he compared his two daughters to Israel and Palestine and referred to them as "bitches"), then closed on an extended riff about child molestation.

Among the "jokes" featured in this bit was victim-blaming, in the form of suggesting that smart children avoid being raped simply by avoiding sexual predators' homes, as well as the old "rape is a compliment" narrative, in the form of saying that he's a little offended he was never assaulted by a known predator in his neighborhood when he was a kid.

The segment culminated with his commenting about the tenacity of child predators and observing that child rape "must be amazing to risk so much."

If someone said to me, you eat another Mounds Bar and go to jail everyone will hate you...I'd stop doing it. ...There's no worse life available to a human than being a caught child molester ...You could only really surmise that it must be really good...for them to risk so much.
Predictably, people with a modicum of sensitivity and a functional sense of decency criticized Louis C.K.'s onslaught of rape jokes. (And some of his fans expressed surprise that he would "go so far," despite the fact that he has repeatedly defended rape jokes.) And, like clockwork, Louis C.K.'s fans defended the routine as "humor" and "free speech" and hurled tired accusations of oversensitivity and humorlessness at anyone who found it insensitive, inappropriate, and/or a normalization of rape and a perpetuation of the rape culture. Insert Boilerplate 101: The Edgy Comic Response here.

I don't know if there's anything I can say that I haven't already said literally hundreds of times before about rape jokes and rape culture that could convince Louis C.K.'s defenders to reconsider their reprehensible position. But I will observe this: As has been discussed in this space previously, it is an open secret that Louis C.K. sexually assaults female colleagues. His defenders are not merely defending a comedian telling jokes; they are defending an accused sexual predator who tells jokes about sexual predation.

When the allegations about Bill Cosby finally gained traction, after years of being diligently ignored by the public, and dozens of women came forward to share their stories of being assaulted by Cosby, people gasped and wondered how it could happen—but he had joked about drugging and raping women right in his comedy act.

When Dylan Farrow finally told her story, in her own words, about Woody Allen assaulting her, people gasped and wondered how it could be true—but narratives of predation on girls runs through his work.

When charges were brought against Jian Ghomeshi, first by one woman and then more, people gasped and wondered how could he have gotten away with it for so long—but it was known; it was known and people who didn't want it to be true simply ignored it. They defended him.

There are always fans to defend these men, even when they tell us right in their work that they are predators. It's art; it's comedy; it's unfounded rumor.

And the women, we women, we survivors, we Cassandras who dedicate our lives to deconstructing the rape culture and understanding rapists, sound the alarm over and over, and are drowned out by a cacophonous chorus of defenders who marginalize us as crackpots and hysterics.

This is not defending art, or comedy, or free speech. It's aiding and abetting a predator.

The Rape Scene on Game of Thrones

Last night's episode of Game of Thrones ended with Sansa Stark being married to Ramsay Bolton, who established her virginity before raping her and commanding his torture victim Reek (nee Theon Greyjoy) to watch. The scene was filmed so that the rape happens out of view; instead, the camera focuses in on Reek's quivering face, as he watches a young woman, with whom he was raised as a virtual sibling, being raped by a man who has intensely tortured and sexually mutilated him.

Because of the way it's filmed, the entire rape is framed as just another terrible thing Ramsay is doing to Reek. It is his reaction we see. There is no close-up of Sansa's face. We only hear her being raped. (The captions on the scene merely read: "Sansa cries.")

We have already seen Ramsay harm women: We have seen him rape, hunt, and kill women, and we have seen him mercilessly torture Reek. There was no need to establish that he is monstrously cruel. If the entire point of the scene was to prompt Reek to reclaim his identity as Theon, the mere threat of Sansa being raped could have sufficed. The rape scene was, in every conceivable way, gratuitous. Just a vicious sacrifice of a female character without even centering her in the experience.

I am not reflexively averse to sexual violence in movies and TV shows, but, as I have said many times before, rape must be more than a plot point for character development of male characters.

(At The MarySue, Jill Pantozzi explains how "Using rape as the impetus for character motivations is one of the most problematic tropes in fiction," and why this scene was so unfathomably gross from a plotting standpoint.)

In the books on which the show is based, there is another character who is Ramsay's wife, and the showrunners for the television series collapsed that character and her story with Sansa's, to streamline the series. Many people have described the scene in the book as "even worse," because Ramsay forces Reek to participate in the rape, thus sexually victimizing him in the process. But, in that version, Reek draws the line with his torturer and captor at being forced to hurt another human in the way Ramsay does. In that version, he is a simultaneous victim, reacting to his own victimization. Here, he is a "savior" (at best, and only after the fact), and snaps out of his thrall only when he is forced to witness Ramsay raping a female character who "matters."

I am certainly not arguing that I wanted to see another character raped—but the fact that Reek is not raped in the show, despite being raped in the books, fundamentally changes the scene and, quite literally, means that Sansa was raped just so his character could experience growth. And that the writers wanted to make the scene about him without his actually being raped via forced participation is really telling.

Further, Ramsay not only violates Sansa's consent, but, now, care of the show's shitty nightmare writers, has now stolen her agency—because everything that Sansa does now will be seen as being motivated by that rape. Her entire character arc from here forward will be a direct line back to that moment: If she's strong, it's because she's a survivor. If she's weak, it's because she's a victim. If she's powerful, it's because rape magically turns women into superheroes. If she's evil, it's because rape magically turns women into monsters.

One man, a rapist, has now been given the entire responsibility for her character growth.

And what did one of the writers responsible for this fucking mess have to say about it? That the responsibility lies with Sansa:
"This is Game of Thrones," he said soberly. "This isn't a timid little girl walking into a wedding night with Joffrey. This is a hardened woman making a choice and she sees this as the way to get back her homeland. Sansa has a wedding night in the sense she never thought she would with one of the monsters of the show. It's pretty intense and awful and the character will have to deal with it."
This is a hardened woman making a choice. It is deeply problematic, to put it politely, to be using the language of "choice" in an explanation for how a female character came to be raped for the character development of a male character.

Meanwhile, the writer of the books, George R.R. Martin, merely observes that it's okay when the show deviates from the books. Super.

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My position on rape in entertainment has long been clear. I am angry that I have been obliged to write about rape jokes and rape being used as a plot device once again, but I am writing about it because I want to validate the feelings of those who are also angry and provide a space in which there will be a zero tolerance policy on defense of this despicable shit.

Those of us who react to this with anger, horror, contempt, righteous indignation are not oversensitive. The people who create this sort of content, and the people who defend it, are not sensitive enough.

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In the News

Here is some stuff in the news today...

[Content Note: Homophobia] An Arizona state judiciary ethics advisory committee has advised that "Arizona judges who perform wedding ceremonies...cannot turn away [same-sex] couples who want to marry. [The] committee said rejecting same-sex couples would violate a judicial-conduct rule against bias or prejudice based on sexual orientation. The decision generated outrage from a leading conservative lawmaker and organization opposed to gay marriage." Of course it did. Tough shit.

[CN: Sexual violence; homophobia; racism; self-harm] The new Will Ferrell and Kevin Hart film Get Hard sounds terrific: "Get Hard may be the most high-profile comedy ever made about the subject of prison rape." Swell. And Kevin Hart is responding well to the criticism: "Hart introduced his latest comedy Get Hard at SXSW on Monday night by telling fans to give him their reviews on Twitter. 'If you don't like it,' Hart said with a sarcastic bite, 'what I want you to do is go in the middle of the street and kill yourself.'"

[CN: Rape culture; sexual assault] This is rape culture: "A Pennsylvania State University fraternity was suspended after police discovered that members were using Facebook to post nude photos of women, Pennsylvania television station WJAC reported on Monday. WJAC obtained a copy of the search warrant, which claimed that several members of the fraternity were accused of taking photos of women while they were asleep or passed out and posting them to secret Facebook groups. Members of the Kappa Delta Rho fraternity created a Facebook group called 'Covert Business Transactions,' according to WJAC. A victim allegedly found out about the group, and it was shut down. The frat then created a group called '2.0,' according to the warrant. State College police said that about 150 students and alumni joined the groups." Just a few bad apples, naturally.

[CN: Injury] This is pretty remarkable: "After just one season in the NFL, San Francisco 49ers linebacker Chris Borland on Monday told ESPN's Outside The Lines that he was retiring amid concerns about future brain injuries. Borland, 24, was one of the league's top rookies last season and was expected to be a key contributor for a San Francisco team that had already lost linebacker Patrick Willis to an unexpectedly early retirement. 'I just honestly want to do what's best for my health,' Borland told OTL's Mark Fainaru-Wada and Steve Fainaru. “From what I've researched and what I've experienced, I don't think it's worth the risk. ...I feel largely the same, as sharp as I've ever been. For me, it's wanting to be proactive. I'm concerned that if you wait 'til you have symptoms, it's too late. ...There are a lot of unknowns. I can't claim that X will happen. I just want to live a long, healthy life, and I don't want to have any neurological diseases or die younger than I would otherwise.'" Wow.

[CN: Animal endangerment] Oh no: "Animal rescue centers in California are being inundated with stranded, starving sea lion pups, raising the possibility that the facilities could soon be overwhelmed, the federal agency coordinating the rescue said. The precise cause is not clear, but scientists believe the sea lions are suffering from a scarcity of natural prey that forces nursing mothers to venture farther out to sea for food, leaving their young behind for longer periods. 'As facilities reach capacity, it will likely not be possible to rescue and rehabilitate every impacted animal,' said Justin Viezbecke, stranding coordinator for the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration." Suffering from a scarcity of natural prey is a nice way of saying human beings are fucking up the ecosystem with climate change and/or overfishing.

Mitt Romney "is slated to fight former heavyweight boxing champion Evander Holyfield...during a several-bout evening at the Rail Event Center near the Union Pacific Depot in Salt Lake City on May 15." For charity. Okay, player. Good luck! You are super weird!

And finally! This video of a husky mama playing with her puppies might just be the cutest thing I see all day! ♥

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The Walking Thread

[Content Note: Descriptions of violence; descriptions of an attempted sexual assault; child abuse; fat hatred. Spoilers are lurching around undeadly herein.]

image of Andrew Lincoln who plays Rick Grimes on The Walking Dead
Lord Richard Grimes of Traincar Abbey, looking markedly less sweaty than usual.

This fucking show. Just when I think there is no way it could gross me out even more (and I don't mean with zombies, but with its penchant for narrative fuckery), it hits a whole new low.

Right off the top, I want to address, with the seriousness it deserves, the scene in which the Dirtbags catch up to Grimes, Michonne, and Carl the Hat, and one of the Dirtbags (the fat one, obviously, because fat conveys extra immorality and weakness of character) tries to rape Carl, and Michonne is also threatened with rape. You see, it wasn't enough just for Fat Dirtbag to threaten to kill Carl and Michonne, because the entire episode is about how you can still be A Good Person (fixed identity!) if you've killed people in the zombiepocalypse. So, to show how extra super-duper evil these fuckos are, they have to threaten sexual violence: The fate even worse than death, as is constantly implied by pop culture.

It's completely reprehensible that a show which has never responsibly addressed how dangerous the threat of sexual violence would really be for women and children in the midst of such social chaos would suddenly introduce it as essentially a lazy piece of character development, for characters we already understand are terrible, amoral scum, in order to provoke Grimes into a brutally violent act of revenge, for a tired commentary on moral relativism that this show has already mined bare.

And it has not escaped my notice that the writers essentially decided to throw in a graphic threat of child rape to add a little extra shock value to the season finale.

Further, I was deeply distressed watching a 14-year-old boy be pretend-assaulted for a television show. Call me old-fashioned, but I just don't think that a child ever needs to be subjected to participating in a staged sexual assault for my entertainment.

Adult actors who have filmed rape and attempted rape scenes have spoken about how unexpectedly traumatic those sorts of scenes can be. This show has come nowhere close to the threshold for justifying putting a kid through shooting a potentially lingeringly distressing scene.

So, yeah. That scene was basically the centerpiece of the first half of the episode. Which opens on an image of Grimes, sitting on the ground with his face and hands covered in blood.

From there, we cut to a flashback of better days at Grimes Jail, and Hershel is being all Hershelly and lecturing Grimes on how he needs to make life at Grimes Jail as normal as possible and teach Carl the Hat how to garden and be a man. The episode is intercut throughout with flashbacks to this Golden Era of the Zombiepocalypse, before Captain Murder destroyed everything. They are typically saccharine and heavy-handed and introduce nary a single new idea about compromising one's principles in order to survive.

Then we go back to before Grimes was bathed in blood. Grimes, Michonne, and Carl the Hat are discovered on their journey to Terminus by Daryl and the Dirtbags, and Grody Joe holds a gun to Grimes' head and tells him, in retribution for Grimes having killed one of his men, he's going to make Grimes watch his son and his friend be raped before killing him.

Daryl steps in to stop Grody Joe, who orders the rest of the Dirtbags to beat Daryl to death. I mean, this fucking show.

While Daryl gets a beating, and Michonne is held with a gun to her head, and Carl the Hat is nearly raped, Grimes watches and slowly boils. When the Fat Dirtbag, who's got Carl pinned to the ground, reaches down to unbuckle his pants THIS FUCKING SHOW, Grimes loses it, and knocks Grody Joe's gun away from the side of his head, then lunges at Grody Joe and FOR THE LOVE OF MAUDE tears out his throat with his teeth, then turns on the Fat Dirtbag and stabs him A MILLION TIMES as Carl, clinging to Michonne, watches.

The next morning, Grimes, Michonne, Carl the Hat, and Daryl take off for Terminus, and Carl is scared of Grimes now, but Michonne tells him he doesn't have to be and makes her point (?) by telling him a terrific story about horrible things she did and how he and his dad and Andrea (!) brought her back.

Grimes buries their cache of weapons in the ground outside the perimeter of Terminus, and they each carry just one weapon as they climb the fence and head inside to investigate.

They meet a bunch of Terminus Heads, who seem hesitantly welcoming and super creepy. And then Grimes notices that one of them is carrying the stopwatch Hershel gave Glenn, and he grabs him by the neck and demands to know where "their people" are. Shit gets wild. They try to make a run for it, but a sniper shoots at their heels, directing them to a train car like a border collie corralling sheep.

Mary, meanwhile, is still cooking barbecue. And there is a big open pen (sure) past which Grimes et. al. run, filled with human bones. And the Terminus Heads say things about how the more people arrive, the better their odds of survival. So basically, it looks like we're dealing with a cannibal cult. Just what this show needed.

Grimes ("Ringleader"), Daryl ("Archer"), Michonne ("Samurai"), and Carl the Hat are ordered inside the train car, where SURPRISE! they are greeted by Glenn, Maggie, Sasha, Bob, Tara, Sgt. Red Bull, Doctor Mulletsworth, and Rosita Espinoza.

Immediately, Grimes assumes his Patriarch Posture, and says to everyone, inside their train car prison from which there appears to be no escape, "They're gonna feel pretty stupid when they find out."

"Find out what?" asks Sgt. Red Bull.

And Grimes replies: "They're screwing with the wrong people."

LOL OMG I AM NOT EVEN MAKING THAT UP. THAT IS REAL DIALOGUE. THAT PIECE-OF-SHIT CLINT EASTWOOD REJECT LINE ARE THE FINAL WORDS OF THE SEASON FINALE.

The writers of this show THIS FUCKING SHOW couldn't come up with anything better than "They're screwing with the wrong people." That's not even quippy and it's not even cool! It's terrible!

I mean, right off the top of my fucking head, something like "That we endure" would have been way more powerful (and quotable) and representative of what this season (and every season) has been about.

(Or, they could have gone the route of the EXTREMELY BRILLIANT, like: "That Grimes Gang always takes out the garbage." Which at least would have had the benefit of being deliberately funny.)

But instead they went with the wettest of all wet farts. "They're screwing with the wrong people." Okay, player. Enjoy your nap in the corner of the train car until Carol and Tyreese show up to rescue you, tough guy.

Next Season: More zombies!

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Today in Rape Culture

[Content Note: Sexual violence; rape jokes.]

My failure to appreciate the HBO series Girls—a feminist show produced by Judd Apatow—is well-documented. And that piece was written before the primary male protagonist (Adam) raped his then-girlfriend in a horrendously gross scene, only for her character to later be represented as a hysterical harpy when confronting him in public about it.

In Sunday night's episode, Adam, who is now dating the primary female protagonist (played by show creator Lena Dunham) Hannah, was disturbed by Hannah's absurd role-playing scenario which cast him as a violent rapist. Not because he has regrets (or even seemingly any self-awareness) about being a rapist, but because he was sanctimoniously shaming her for not understanding he wants to have "normal" sex with her because he loves her. Because Adam, a rapist, is constantly written to be a moral arbiter and life coach for his girlfriend, as well as all her female friends.

The show is just reprehensible on the issue of sexual violence, and, well, maybe it's because its creator is, ahh, insensitive on the subject herself.

Dunham was the host of Saturday Night Live last weekend, the day before this last episode aired, and in a sketch sending up Girls, on which Dunham is naked a lot, she was also naked in the sketch. This prompted some asshole to shame-tweet at her, "you don't always have to get naked!" to which Dunham replied, "Please tell that to my uncle, mister. He's been making me!"

After criticism for her rape joke, Dunham removed it, and then tweeted: "I just made and deleted a not so great molestation joke. Sorry guys. I am really sleepy." Followed by: "SNL has a way bigger audience than our usual cozy girls audience, so I was seeing a rash of very different kinds of twitter rage."

Because, as usual, asking someone to be sensitive to not minimizing rape with shitty jokes is "rage."

When called out on waving away a rape joke with a claim of sleepiness ("I really don't think you'd be cutting anyone else any slack if they made that joke and then blamed it on being 'really sleepy'"), Dunham then replied: "Not if they were a fifty year old man. But by my lights women can have a lot of joke flexibility. Ya gotta get by in this world."

Welp.

Needless to say, I disagree.

But I do find it interesting that Dunham imagines a joke about being sexually abused by a family member is somehow more justifiable when it's told by a young woman than when it's told by an older man.

The only context that matters here is the rape culture, not the attributes of the person abetting it.

That particular argument, however, provides a good insight into Dunham's view of Girls and why it is that she regards as "feminist" a show that wouldn't look much different at all were it written by a men's rights advocate. That is: If it's a young woman telling stories about how young women are narcissistic, selfish, manipulative, backstabbing, man-obsessed nightmares, it's saying something different about women than if "a fifty year old man" were telling the story.

Whoops.

For the record, it is eminently possible to write a show with complex female characters who are flawed and fail and flailing that doesn't look exactly like a show about women that was written by a misogynist.

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Downton Abbey and Exploitation

[Content Note: Spoilers for the most recent episode of Downton Abbey, including the rest of this content note. Descriptions of sexual violence; rape apologia.]

I have not watched Downtown Abbey since its return. I was really bored with it last season, and I hated the way the show dealt with Dan Stevens' departure, and I just couldn't be arsed with it anymore.

But I've gotten a bunch of emails about the most recent episode, so I read about what happened, glad I hadn't been watching and infuriated by what I read:

The "shocker" scene, as it has been referred to in several recaps, unfolds when Anna the maid, played by Joanne Froggatt, is alone in the kitchen with visiting Lord Gillingham's valet, Mr. Green (Nigel Harma).

The two had been playful with each other, but during this dark meeting, he turns aggressive, hitting her, shoving her into a nearby room and raping her. Her screams go unheard as the rest of the house is upstairs listening to real-life opera star Kiri Te Kanawa sing Puccini's O Mio Babbino Caro. A sobbing and bloodied Anna tells only Mrs. Hughes (Phyllis Logan) what has happened and doesn't want anyone, especially her husband, Mr. Bates (Brendan Coyle), to know.
When the episode originally aired in Britain, it generated hundred of complaints from viewers, prompting defenses from the show's producers, like:
Gareth Neame, the series' executive producer, defended the story to TV Guide as being representative of the shame experienced by lower-class working women of the 1920s.

"It is not us just being flashy and trying to get attention," he says. "It is definitely something that was an issue at the time and women did not have any of the recourse that they would have now. Anna is in a terrible predicament that gives us a great undercurrent that runs through our fourth season."
Now, I'm not unilaterally against the inclusion of sexual violence in pop culture media, because sexual violence is a part of our world, and survivors deserve to have our lived experiences represented, too. But I am profoundly contemptuous of sexual violence being used gratuitously, or provocatively, or as a plot point, or as nothing more than a defining characteristic of a female character, or as a metaphor, as just some of the most heinous examples of turning rape into entertainment.

Again, I did not watch the episode, but I have little faith I would have considered the scene anything but exploitative and gross, given that the show's executive producer defines rape as "being representative of the shame experienced by lower-class working women of the 1920s," and talking about rape, and justice being elusive for survivors, as some quaint thing of the past, and HOLY FUCK describing a rape scene as putting a female character "in a terrible predicament that gives us a great undercurrent" A GREAT UNDERCURRENT OMG for the rest of the season.

Neame is not alone in having engaged in defenses of the scene that show something less than sensitivity for the material. Julian Fellowes, the writer of the show, rejected accusations of sensationalism thus:
Although the attack was not shown, viewers could hear Green hitting Anna before she emerged later in her underdress with cuts and bruises to her face.

"If we'd wanted a sensational rape, we could have stayed down in the kitchen with the camera during the whole thing and wrung it out. The point of our handling is not that we're interested in sensationalising, but we're interested in exploring the mental damage and the emotional damage," said Fellowes.
I think it's neat that he imagines the only way to sensationalize a rape is to show it onscreen in graphic detail. Personally, I find it a wee bit sensational for a male writer to write a female character being raped because he's "interested in exploring the mental damage and the emotional damage."

Damage. Not even the emotional aftermath, which could be many things. But the damage. Those are not the words of someone who genuinely cares about—or understands—survivors of sexual violence.

Even ITV, which airs the show in Britain, got in on defending the episode:
"The events in episode three were, we believe, acted and directed with great sensitivity. Viewers will see in the forthcoming episodes how Anna and Bates struggle to come to terms with what has happened."
With how the woman who was raped and her husband who was not raped "come to terms with" her being raped. Neat.

When the episode first aired in Britain, Bidisha wrote of the scene:
We must break the malicious disbelief, victim-blaming and perpetrator excusal that surrounds rape. But the pen must be in the hands of those with humane interest, responsibility and a commitment to psychological acuity...

Downton employed several rape clichés: the ideal victim should be sweet, good and naive; the perpetrator must be creepy from the start; the attack should involve a thorough beating, so the threat to the victim is obvious. Then the rapist, like a ghost, simply disappears, and the real telly fun can begin. The victim's emotional state is grabbed and ripped open. Her trauma is exposed, exploited, fetishised. The audience watch her trembling with pain and shame, crying in corners, torn up inside. They watch her life crumble as she's subjected to further turmoil through pregnancy or marital crisis.
Fellowes says: "Downton deals in subjecting a couple of characters per series to a very difficult situation and you get the emotions that come out of these traumas."

Wrecking female characters with sexual violence for entertainment, for manufactured emotional journeys, is not something I want to watch. I want to see and hear survivors' stories, but a survivor's story is about surviving, not about being deliberately broken by unimaginative men in careless pursuit of emotional satisfaction.

That, frankly, sounds a lot less like survival, and a lot more like rape.

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Quote of the Day

[Content Note: Sexual violence on television.]

"The biggest public mistake I ever made was that I chose to do Criminal Minds in the first place. I thought it was something very different. I never thought they were going to kill and rape all these women every night, every day, week after week, year after year. It was very destructive to my soul and my personality. After that, I didn't think I would get to work in television again."—Actor Mandy Patinkin, on why he "abruptly left" the CBS procedural after only two seasons.

Patinkin was quick to note he isn't "making a judgment on the taste [of people who watch crime procedurals]. But I'm concerned about the effect it has. Audiences all over the world use this programming as their bedtime story. This isn't what you need to be dreaming about."

An interesting perspective from an actor who's been in such a show. And not a universal one: Mariska Hargitay, who has starred for many years on the similarly gruesome Law & Order: SVU, has spoken about how rewarding it has been for her to be on a show that encourages survivors to share their stories. Viewers' perceptions of these shows aren't universal, either.

What is evident in any case is that this subject matter affects people, including the actors who engage with the material week after week. Something worth recalling next time there's another round of "it's just a joke/movie/TV show."

Anyway!

Despite his fears that his principles would hurt his career, Patinkin now stars on the extremely successful Showtime series, Homeland.

The rest of the article is worth a read, if you're a Mandy Patinkin fan. True Fact: One of my first movie crushes was on Avigdor, because Yentl loved him so naturally I loved him, too.

[H/T to Shaker Yazikus.]

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Daniel Tosh Is a Rape Culture Enforcer

[Content Note: Incitement of sexual violence; rape jokes.]

I've gotten a bunch of emails and tweets about the report that comedian and garbage TV show host Daniel Tosh told and defended rape jokes during a stand-up set, then incited rape against a female audience member who challenged him:

So Tosh then starts making some very generalizing, declarative statements about rape jokes always being funny, how can a rape joke not be funny, rape is hilarious, etc. I don't know why he was so repetitive about it but I felt provoked because I, for one, DON'T find them funny and never have. So I didn't appreciate Daniel Tosh (or anyone!) telling me I should find them funny. So I yelled out, "Actually, rape jokes are never funny!"

I did it because, even though being "disruptive" is against my nature, I felt that sitting there and saying nothing, or leaving quietly, would have been against my values as a person and as a woman. I don’t sit there while someone tells me how I should feel about something as profound and damaging as rape.

After I called out to him, Tosh paused for a moment. Then, he says, "Wouldn't it be funny if that girl got raped by like, 5 guys right now? Like right now? What if a bunch of guys just raped her…" and I, completely stunned and finding it hard to process what was happening but knowing I needed to get out of there, immediately nudged my friend, who was also completely stunned, and we high-tailed it out of there. It was humiliating, of course, especially as the audience guffawed in response to Tosh, their eyes following us as we made our way out of there. I didn't hear the rest of what he said about me.

...I should probably add that having to basically flee while Tosh was enthusing about how hilarious it would be if I was gang-raped in that small, claustrophobic room was pretty viscerally terrifying and threatening all the same, even if the actual scenario was unlikely to take place. The suggestion of it is violent enough and was meant to put me in my place.
There isn't much I can say about this, at least nothing I haven't already said literally hundreds of times before in every conceivable way I can imagine: Rape jokes are not funny. They potentially trigger survivors, and they uphold the rape culture. They tacitly convey approval of rape to rapists, who do not appreciate "rape irony." There is no neutral in rape culture, and jokes that diminish or normalize rape empower rapists. Rape jokes are pro-rape.

There are legions of rape apologists who desperately want to turn that assertion into a debatable point, so it is no surprise, though no less revolting, that the same lack of integrity and decency is now underwriting arguments that even an explicit incitement to rape a woman who objects to rape jokes is not harmful, and further that it is justified on the basis she was "heckling."

Daniel Tosh's defenders are not clueless and do not need me to educate them. I refuse to credit as ignorance what is an entrained, practiced, deliberate enforcement of the rape culture. If you incite rape, you are an enforcer of rape culture. If you argue that inciting rape is harmless, you are an enforcer of rape culture. I'm not going to pretend there's any debate about that.

teaspoon icon Tosh.0 airs on Comedy Central, which is part of the Viacom Entertainment Group. Contact Viacom here, and ask them if they feel a show hosted by an unapologetic enforcer of the rape culture jibes with their objectives for corporate responsibility, since sexual violence is manifestly incompatible with both "citizenship" and "health and wellness."

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The "Rape Turns Ladies Into Superheroes!" Trope

[Content Note: Sexual violence; rape culture; rape in entertainment.]

So, this weekend, Iain and I were watching some show about video games (as usual), and it featured the "controversial" scene in the origin story of Lara Croft in the new Tomb Raider, during which she fights her way out of an attempted sexual assault. Aphra_Behn recently wrote about it here, and Lake Desire has an excellent round-up on the subject at The Border House. The scene was shitty to watch, and made me not want to play the game, even though Tomb Raider is one of my favorite all-time games (and I battled my way through 3-D navigation issues caused by an information processing disorder just to play it).

More than being shitty to watch, it just pissed me off to 10 because I hate with the fiery passion of ten thousand suns the ubiquitous trope that surviving sexual violence (or attempted sexual violence) turns women into superheroes.

(Geek Feminism has published the Rape As Back Story page TVTropes recently decided did not meet their content policy, which has some examples of the rape-as-empowerment meme mixed in among the plethoric examples of rape being used as short-hand for character development, especially for female characters. Quentin Tarantino has used this device in multiple films, with rape-revenge arcs serving as either primary or secondary plots.)

It's lazy storytelling, but, more than that, it's wrong.

In Aphra's post, she noted: "No, fending off an attacker didn't turn me into a badass fighter, sirs. It turned me into a fucking mess who blamed myself for getting into the situation." She is certainly not alone in having been temporarily or permanently changed in ways that can send a survivor tumbling headlong into feelings of vulnerability, doubt, fear, and other things that feel a lot like weakness as they undermine one's senses of self and safety.

Survivors are not "broken," but sexual violence can be injurious, and to pretend instead that it magically imbues women with superhuman strength and ability is to pretend that a broken leg turns a fella into LeBron James, rather than a dude with a cast who needs to heal like the mortal that he is.

Which is not to say that women who have survived sexual violence and gone on to do amazing things directly related to sexual violence don't exist. They do. There are female prosecutors, cops, social workers, counselors, activists, writers, actors, artists for whom victims' advocacy is central to their work. Many of them are as close a thing to superheroes as there are in this world.

But they didn't arrive at that point by magic. And they aren't where they are because sexual violence filled them with some kind of special superhero-making pixie dust. They are there by virtue of their own strength and resilience and tenacity.

To credit sexual violence with the creation of heroes robs them of their agency. And, worse yet, it gives the credit to rapists.

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It Remains a Mystery Why Survivors Feel Unwelcome in Gaming Culture (No It Doesn't)

[Content Note: Male-centrism; sexual violence; rape jokes.]

So, this weekend, Iain and I were watching a series on the "Top 100 Video Games of All Time," which was airing on G4. G4 is generally pretty hostile toward the idea of meaningful inclusion of women, to put it politely, so I was prepared for the usual tokenism, dick jokes, and discussions of "nerd culture" that were implicitly boys-only.

And even those rock-bottom expectations were not low enough.

The show was one of those formats where a bunch of celebrities comment on their favorites as lists of whatever are counted down. Among the celebrity commentators was comedian Brian Posehn, who is no stranger to rape jokes. During the discussion of Unreal Tournament, a first-person shooter, the show cuts to Posehn, who says:

"One of the most, like, man moments of my life was playing Unreal Tournament while Oz was on on the other TV. So we're watching prison [bleep] and then playing Unreal Tournament at the same time, and it was, like, it doesn't get (laughing) any nerdier or more manly that that."
Oz was an HBO series set in a men's prison. The word that was bleeped out was "rape."

Iain and I just looked at each other, like WTF did we just see?

First of all, I love (ahem) that G4 felt obliged to bleep out the word rape, but broadcasting the idea of watching prison rape for entertainment and manly empowerment is totes cool. Just as long as you don't actually hear the word. Because it's the the word that's the problem here.

Iain—who is about the last person on earth you'll ever witness wringing his hands and wondering "What about the children?!"—also noted that this is a show about video games being broadcast on a Saturday afternoon. One doesn't generally expect jokes about prison rape in shows that seem to be courting young viewers.

That the content was included, no less with its absurd bleep, is only one issue. Another is the conflation of "nerdy" with "manly"—and, notably, with a "manly" affinity for sexual violence. Feminist/anti-rape gamers who take issue with the various manifestations of rape culture within the gaming/nerd community because we want better from the community are routinely accused of hyberbole, oversensitivity, and demonizing male gamers. But here is a male gamer shamelessly associating male nerd culture with an affinity for sexual violence, and he will no doubt be roundly defended by the same people who scream at feminist/anti-rape gamers for being trouble-making hysterics who "look for things to get mad about."

Which is technically true, if "looking" constitutes engaging at all with the gaming community.

Posehn's assertion that there's something intrinsically "manly" about watching men raping each other (or anyone) is profoundly disturbing. Again I find myself compelled to observe that it's feminists who have the reputation as man-haters, but few things are more man-hating than the suggestion that masculinity is inherently violent and pro-rape.

Naturally, I will be called the Most Humorless Feminist in all of Nofunnington, accused of overreacting, and admonished that IT'S IRONIC and I just don't get the sophisticated humor of comedy geniuses like Brian Posehn.

Setting aside the fact that there is no discernible humor in that "joke" either straightforwardly or ironically—as the tiresome trope about nerdy dudes accessing patriarchally-defined masculinity via violent video games and sexually violent entertainment isn't actually amusing—here's the thing: There is no neutral in the rape culture, and I stand resolutely on the side of anti-rape advocacy. If that gets me branded as a humorless feminist, then I'll wear the badge proudly.

The truth is, I have a fine sense of humor. I just don't find jokes that empower rapists funny.

teaspoon icon G4 is a property of NBC Universal. Their contact page is here. Their official Twitter is here.

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Today in Misogyny: Geek Culture Edition

[Content Note: This post contain transmisogyny, transphobia, the disappearance of female programmers, sexual objectification of women, rape, sexual assault, and rape culture, as well as links to images of objectified female bodies.]

Living as a nerdy woman with a deep love of geek culture, it sometimes amazes me how much I can bear to participate in a culture which has so many people yearning to remind me that I don't belong. Let's take just three examples from this week, shall we?

1.Wired magazine lets us know that the secret to successful programming is in the length of one's beard.

Writer Caleb Garland takes us on a HIGH-LARIOUS tour of the development of some programming languages, checks out some pictures of the programmers, and offers up the conclusion that what is really necessary to writing a good, long-lived program is having a long beard. There's even a cartoon chart of beard length matched with programming languages.

Shakers, I give you Grace Hopper, one of the key players in the development of COBOL:


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[Image by James Davis via Wikimedia Commons]

I get that this post is a JOKE HA HA CANT YOU FEMINISTS TAKE A JOKE? But the fact is that jokes like this serve as a perfect example of microaggressions: the "small" shit that constantly reminds women, trans*men, and insufficiently masculine others that we don't belong in the geek domain. And even if women, trans*men, or others who don't or can't grow beards should happen to develop one of the most important languages in the history of computing, we will be erased or explain away as an "exception that proves the rule" (Garland's actual words for Hopper). Good to know!

2. DC's Catwoman cover reaches new heights of sexual objectification.

Margot Magowan has a great takedown of this ludicrous new cover that manages to simultaneously give a view of Catwoman's enormous cleavage and her sharply defined buttocks, possible only if her spine were replaced with adamantium rubber.

I get that it's too much to ask that one of the relatively small number of female characters who headline their own comic could be treated with a modicum of respect. I get that DC doesn't give a rat's ass about the readers who have stuck with its titles because when their female headliners are well-written, they serve as genuinely empowering, intriguing figures who offer a break from aggressively enforced gender binaries.

But lots of people are pointing out how extremely laughable all of this shit really is. So, if you don't mind your motto being "DC Comics: We Are Ridiculous Ass-Clowns And We Don't Care!" by all means, carry on!

However, let's get it straight: this is yet another aggression, a reminder to every single reader that no matter how daring and brilliant a woman is, no matter how compelling her story, she's really only the sum of her pornified ass and tits.

3. Lara Croft fends off rapists "like a cornered animal." Or, maybe not.

Here's the deal: David Rosenberg, executive producer of Crystal Dynamics' Tomb Raider enthused recently to Kotaku that Lara would encounter "island scavengers" who made rape threats. And this would somehow be a great point of character development because “She is literally turned into a cornered animal. It’s a huge step in her evolution: she’s forced to either fight back or die.” So, uh, survivors of rape and sexual assault are animals? GOOD TO KNOW. And in other helpful stereotypes, all a person needs to do is fight really hard and they can stop rapes. ALSO GOOD TO KNOW! Wait, actually not good to know at all--just another dangerous myth of the rape culture, one which ignores the reality wherein those who "fight back" are likely to be framed as aggressors, and where those who choose not to resist as a survival strategy (or for whom physical resistance just isn't feasible for whatever reason) are liars who really wanted it.

As Alyssa Rosenberg notes:
The fantasy of being powerful enough to repulse any attack is a compelling one, but it stops short of placing responsibility where it actually belongs: with rapists. And it’s much more compelling—and less exhausting— to dream of living in a world where you are never threatened than it is to dream of constantly fending off attackers.

Apparently there was enough pushback regarding these statement that the head of Crystal dynamics studio issues a clarification claiming it was a a "misunderstanding." As Kellie Foxx-Gonzalez points out, it's pretty hard to believe that when an executive producer explicitly and clearly talks about rape, it's a "misunderstanding." But okay, player.

Further, the use of rape (or threatened rape, or other sexual assault) as an experience that turns one into a superhero is so incredibly insulting to the millions of people who have experienced it, it's hard for me to even fathom the callousness, the cruelty, of making it a trope in a videogame. No, fending off an attacker didn't turn me into a badass fighter, sirs. It turned me into a fucking mess who blamed myself for getting into the situation. Putting it in a game as a plot device, as a problem to be solved, as points to be gained, is yet another microaggression. Rape isn't some weird, exotic threat. It's an everyday threat that affects women disproportionately, whether because we have experienced it, or whether because we live in a culture that is saturated with it.

Here's Foxx-Gonzales:

The odds of women being trapped on a remote island and forced to fight their way off and hunt animals and murder people in order to survive are probably pretty slim. But 1 in 5 women will be raped in their lifetime in the United States. With those odds, sexual violence is not a theme to take lightly, and certainly not one to tack on to an origin story in order to force Lara Croft to become a fighter. Crystal Dynamic developers, rape is not a plot device– rape is a reality.
Yes, it remains a real fucking mystery why geeky women and girls, trans*men, and/or rape survivors would feel excluded by any of this. I guess we are just looking for something to complain about.

[Hat tip to Shaker Mod Scott Madin and my friend JBH for links.]

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Today in Rape Culture

by Shakesville Moderator Scott Madin

[Content Note: Rape, rape culture, rape apologism/trivialization, misogyny, racism/Orientalism.]

Recently a company called Soda Pop Miniatures launched a Kickstarter project to fund a card game called "Tentacle Bento". The game features anime/manga-style art, mainly of busty young women in stereotypical "schoolgirl" uniforms, and is set at "Takoashi University"*, a fictional school in Japan. (Note here that John Cadice, the owner of Soda Pop and lead artist on the game, is a white American.)

The game riffs on the conventions of tentacle hentai, with players taking on the role of the monsters, and competing to "snatch" the most "girls". As I understand it, there is no actually explicit or graphic art or language in the game, nor is the action of the game referred to as "rape" at any point — what's happening is conveyed by innuendo and an assumption of prior understanding of the genre's conventions.

Games journalist Brandon Sheffield (@necrosofty on Twitter) was the first person I saw publicizing that Kickstarter was hosting a project that trivialized rape for entertainment, and after further commentary and complaints to Kickstarter that this violated their terms on "prohibited content", Kickstarter canceled the project. (For those unfamiliar with Kickstarter, when a project launches a funding deadline is set, and Kickstarter users can pledge to back the project; projects offer backer rewards at different pledge amounts, but no one's credit card gets charged unless the project reaches its funding goal, and then only once the deadline arrives.)

(At the $500 pledge level for Tentacle Bento, a backer could choose to submit a photo of "yourself or your wife/girlfriend" to be used as a model for a victim card; as far as I can tell these special cards were only going to be included in promotional card decks sent to backers, not the retail product. Eight people had pledged at the $500 level when the project was canceled.)

Sheffield and other critics fielded a lot of backlash after Kickstarter canceled the project, in all the predictable forms. Then Mike "Gabe" Krahulik of Penny Arcade (who I'm sure you all remember from the enormous mess that erupted over their "dickwolves" comic strip) decided he'd support Soda Pop — who moved their fundraising efforts to their own website after Kickstarter pulled the plug on them — by tweeting a link to their donation page.

I'm sure everyone can guess how things went after that.

Following are the main links I know of about the game, its cancellation on Kickstarter, and the controversy that's followed. Please feel welcome and encouraged to drop additional links into comments.

The Kickstarter Page. (The pages for canceled and unsuccessful projects, as well as successful projects remain up — I'm not sure for how long.)

Trailer Video. (In this trailer, as @diannapevensie noted, exclusively white actors portray the students and staff of a purportedly Japanese university.)

Brandon Sheffield: Tentacle Bento and Kickstarter: When No Regulation Is Bad Regulation.

Anna Anthropy (@auntiepixelante): Do You Really, Really, Not Get the Difference?

Alex Raymond (@elenielstorm): Kickstarter Cancels Tentacle Rape Card Game.

Shawn (@Counterpower): Why I Didn't Attend PAX East.

Mat Jones (@pillowfort): Penny Arcade, Tentacle Bento, A Summation.

Alli Thresher (@AlliThrasher), guest-posting at Alyssa Rosenberg's blog: A Tentacle Rape Game – Why Are People Supporting This Again?

Sheffield: The Boundaries of Humor: An Interview with John Cadice, Creator of Tentacle Bento.

Dianna E. Anderson (@diannapevensie): Making a Game of Rape.

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* I don't speak or read Japanese, but from what I can gather "tako" means "octopus".

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An Observation

[Content Note: Rape culture.]

Wednesday night, Iain and I were watching a re-run of The Big Bang Theory, like ya do, and it was the episode where Howard has built a robot arm. In the opening segment, the robot hand is meant to give Sheldon the finger, but it holds up two fingers. "Peace?" says Sheldon, confused. "No, not peace," says Howard, returning to the keyboard to put in new instructions. The joke is that he meant for the robot to give Sheldon the finger, but, of course, on US network television, you can't even show a robot hand giving someone the finger.

Iain started harrumphing again about the weirdly inconsistent decency standards of US television, which drives him up one wall and down the other.

"In the same time slot, you can show people getting murdered and Law & Order: SVU can broadcast a discussion of vaginal contusions for our 'entertainment,' but fates forbid we be allowed to see a robot hand flipping the bird," he snarled.

I replied: "That pretty much sums up everything you need to know about our priorities: A primetime show can depict a woman being raped, but can't show her flipping off her rapist, because that would be obscene."

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The More Things Change...

[Trigger warning for rape culture, misogyny, racism, and ableism.]

So, last night, I decided to watch the pilots of two of the new woman-centered sitcoms that two of the networks had to offer us (ladies!) this fall: First, I watched CBS' 2 Broke Girls, which stars Kat Dennings as a cynical waitress and struggling cupcake entrepreneur, and Beth Behrs as the daughter of a Bernie Madoff-type scoundrel who has taken a job at the diner and become Dennings' roommate because the feds seized the family's assets, including her trust fund. Both of the actresses are young, white, and conventionally attractive.

image of Dennings and Behrs in costume from '2 Broke Girls'

Three minutes into the show, there was racism all over the place. The owner/manager of the diner, played by Matthew Moy, is a ridiculous Asian stereotype: He has Americanized his name to Bryce, prompting Dennings to exclaim, "So your name is Bryce Lee?" Huge laugh.

Garrett Morris is cast as a ridiculous Black stereotype, tasked with delivering unbelievable lines like: "You might as well be a night maid at the Schwarzenegger house, because you got screwed!" and: "That girl is working harder than Stephen Hawking trying to put in cufflinks!" Yiiiiiiiiiiikes.

There are more racist jokes (such as they are) and gender essentialist claptrap all over the place, and then there is this scene: The erstwhile heiress, with nowhere to go, falls asleep on the subway, where the career waitress discovers her. When she touches her to awaken her, the heiress startles and tasers her (with her pink taser, natch). Apologetically, the heiress explains, "I thought I was being raped!" To which the tasee replies, "That's not what rape feels like!" Huge laugh.

On the upside, at least it was a rape joke indicating that rape is bad. On the not-upside, an audience roared at a female character acknowledging having been raped. Whoops.

There is something positive to be said for 2 Broke Girls: Both lead female characters are allowed to be smart and capable and competent. Their relationship is not set up as a competition, but as a complementary friendship. It was really quite radical and wonderful. Too bad there's so much garbage undermining what could have made for a really neat show.

Next, I watched NBC's Whitney, a star vehicle for Whitney Cummings, who coincidentally co-created 2 Broke Girls with Sex and the City's Michael Patrick King. Whitney has no discernible hook: It's a crappy sitcom about a white, straight, conventionally attractive woman in a relationship with a white, straight, conventionally attractive dude. They have some boring friends, all of whom are white, except for Neal, played by Maulik Pancholy, whom Whitney's mother mistakes for a doctor and a valet. Hardy har.

Men are from Mars, women are from Venus, blah blah.

image of Whitney and her boyfriend, getting ready for a wedding in the pilot episode

And then there is this scene: Whitney is insecure about their relationship because their third anniversary is coming up and they don't have sex four times a week, which Cosmo says they should be having. She asks her boyfriend if he remembers what they did on their last anniversary. "You took Tylenol PM. In the AM," he says. She replies, "I got the bottles mixed up! And, as I recall, you had sex with me anyway!" And he retorts, "It was our ANNIVERSARY!" Huge laugh.

So, basically, we are asked to find Whitney's boyfriend a likable character despite the fact that he raped her on their anniversary. Um, no. He is horrible and this show is garbage.

After I was done with my research into The Television Industry Speaks to Women, Fall 2011, I flipped over to an old episode of Laverne & Shirley, from 1976. In the episode, Hector (Greg Antonacci) has gotten mad that neither Laverne (Penny Marshall) nor Shirley (Cindy Williams) will go out with him, so he writes their names and number on the men's bathroom wall at Vinnie's Pool Hall, along with a note that they're "easy."

image of Laverne and Shirley daydreaming on the factory line

Laverne and Shirley don't know he's done this, so they're mystified by the sexually harassing prank calls they're getting and pleased when two guys they work with call them for a date.

The two guys show up for their date and immediately try to rape Laverne and Shirley. The scene is played for laughs, and gets a huge laugh from the audience.

I was born in 1974. For my entire lifetime, a woman-centered comedy show must contain "jokes" about the female lead(s) getting raped or almost getting raped, in order to appeal to a mass audience. If that doesn't perfectly illustrate that we live in a rape culture, I can't imagine what would.

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Seen

[Trigger warning for sexual violence and ableism.]


From the "Great Reads: New in Paperback" section of People magazine: "STILL MISSING by Chevy Stevens: A young Realtor tries to reclaim her life after a crazed rapist holds her captive. Just enough chills to start your summer off right."

Do I need to explain what's wrong with this? Please tell me I don't need to explain what's wrong with this.

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Soaking In It

[Trigger warning.]

The rape culture is entering a store at the mall, specializing in board games for all ages, and running smack into a floor display of the "prison-themed board game" Don't Drop the Soap—a game, according to the box, "Where no one playing enters through the front door!"

Fight your way through 6 different exciting locations in hopes of being granted parole. Escape prison riots in The Yard, slip glass into a mob boss' lasagna in the Cafeteria, steal painkillers from the nurse's desk in the Infirmary, avoid being cornered by the Aryans in the Shower Room, fight off Latin Kings in Gang War, and try not to smoke your entire stash in The Hole.
Don't Drop the Soap was developed by John Sebelius, son of Secretary of Health and Human Services Kathleen Sebelius. She is "very proud" of him.

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Rape Is Hilarious, Part 43

Or: "I Can't Believe the SHIT I've Got to Sit Through Just to See Lady GaGa."

[Trigger warning.]

So, Saturday night, we're watching SNL, because I weirdly love Lady GaGa (and one day hope to have a beer with her and explain to her what feminism actually is so she can understand she is a feminist; btw, her second performance was amazing). Anyway, we're only half paying attention, because: A. It's SNL; and B. It's SNL hosted by megadouche Ryan Reynolds; and even only half paying attention, we notice that the entire show (which is viewable here, or individual skits here) is like a giant rapejokefest.

There was a long skit of a 1981 episode of the Family Feud pitting the Osmonds against the Phillips clan, with high-larious! jokes like John Phillips offering "Secrets!" as his answer to "Things You Keep for a Long Time," and an advert for Celebrity Press Your Luck with Roman Polanski.

There was also a skit of a Court TV show called "So You Committed a Crime...and You Think You Can Dance?" in which convicts were paired with professional dancers for a competition reality show. And, naturally, the first convict was a sex offender who was being creepy with his dance partner. Ha ha! The threat of rape is so damn funny, amirite?!

The SNL Digital Short featured Andy Samburg doing a number about throwing things on the ground, which was funny as hell—until the last part where he is thrown on the ground and repeatedly tasered. But not just anywhere: He is repeatedly tasered in the asshole. By Ryan Reynolds and Elijah Wood. Who both apparently thought that was hilarious.

And during the Weekend Update, Darrell Hammond did a bit as Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger, saying that Roman Polanski should not be afforded special dispensation just because he's famous. Now, of course, Schwarzenegger himself has been accused of sexual harassment and being a, ahem, "womanizer," especially back in the 1970s, which is referenced in the skit with this side-splitting commentary:

I was around in the seventies. I also had the sex with the ladies. There was the grabbing and the groping of the hams and the glutes and all of these body parts. These were not thirteen-year-old girls! And I did not give these ladies the champagne or the quaaludes! I did not have to! I would just flex my muscles! [flexes right arm] This was my champagne! [flexes left arm] This was my quaaludes!
Oh my aching sides.

That's just what I noticed/recall.

SNL is, on any given week, rife with misogyny, homophobia, transphobia, racism, fat hatred, disablism, and other bigotries, about all of which I've written before. But I've never seen an episode so egregiously rapetastic.

Contact NBC and ask them why they support the minimization of the severity of rape and mockery of rape victims. And before anyone says, "Well, SNL sucks, whaddaya expect?" let me go ahead and give you a preemptive answer: I expect more.

[Rape is Hilarious: Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three, Twenty-Four, Twenty-Five, Twenty-Six, Twenty-Seven, Twenty-Eight, Twenty-Nine, Thirty, Thirty-One, Thirty-Two, Thirty-Three, Thirty-Four, Thirty-Five, Thirty-Six, Thirty-Seven, Thirty-Eight, Thirty-Nine, Forty, Forty-One, Forty Two.]

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Humor Fail

[Trigger warning.]

Rare is the day when you will find me mounting a vociferous defense on behalf of Eminem, who, despite the fact that I find him an extremely talented performer, regularly makes my skin crawl with his insistence on using that talent to pen tracks rife with misogyny, homophobia, fat hatred, and rape fantasy. But here's the thing: That doesn't give anyone the license to molest him for comedy.

(I can't actually believe I have to write that sentence, but that's the sort of thing I've had to write a lot during the "Rape is Hilarious" series, the latest installment of which can be found here, with the rest linked at its bottom.)


If you can't view the video, it's a clip from the 2009 MTV Music Awards in which Sacha Baron-Cohen (aka "Borat"), in his Bruno (a gay fashionista) persona, is swinging out over the audience on a harness dressed as a "dove of peace" in feathered wings and skirt (under which he is wearing only an ass-bearing jockstrap) when his harness appears to get caught and tangled. He is lowered face-down on Eminem's lap, at which point his (clothed) balls and (naked) ass are directly in Eminem's face. Eminem looks horrified and, in my estimation, scared, as he asks, "Are you serious?"

Eminem and his entourage roughly shove Baron-Cohen off of him, as Baron-Cohen says, "Hey, don't touch me, guys! I've already got a boyfriend!" and the audience roars with laughter while Eminem walks out.

All of this, of course, is hilarious—and has further been justified because it "exposed Eminem's hypocrisy" since he can "dish it out, but can't take it." ("It" being his habit of being an asshole to other people, which he is, but I've not heard he routinely molests people in public for yuks, so it's a pretty weird construction.)

The rationale also goes back to the ostensible raison d'être for the Bruno character, which is exploiting people's homophobia and holding it out for ridicule—a dubious proposition given that Baron-Cohen is not himself gay, thus allowing homophobes the opportunity to laugh unironically at the gay stereotype being played by a straight man. It's a caricature which, by the way, relies heavily on "the predatory gay" narrative, which is in conspicuous evidence here, and not only demonizes gay men as rapists, but casts straight men as the primary targets of rape (thereby also effectively disappearing the reality that they are the primary perpetrators of rape).

That alone would make it a total clusterfuck, but then there's this: Eminem has alluded to, on multiple occasions, having been molested as a child. (His new album contains a widely discussed track in which he imagines a child being raped by a stepfather.) I don't know for certain whether he has been, although I suspect it's likely given his fascination with the subject and his evident anger surrounding it. It's really incidental, except insomuch as how much worse this will have been for him if he is a survivor of sexual abuse.

And because there was more reason than usual to stop and think about how fucked-up this "joke" really is.

Baron-Cohen certainly is aware of the same almost-but-not-quite admissions Eminem has made about his childhood that I am, and he went ahead with this stunt, anyway. Most of the people in that audience, and probably most of the people who have viewed the video and found it hilarious, are aware of the possibility that Baron-Cohen was sticking his genitals and butt into the face of someone who is very likely a survivor of sexual abuse.

Yet it's all so goddamned funny—because most of us won't even make the connection between what Baron-Cohen is doing and sexual abuse.

We are soaking in a rape culture where a dude sticking his balls in someone else's face without his consent as a "joke" seems normal.

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Rape in Entertainment

[Trigger warning.]

Part Nineteen in an ongoing series...

Via Renee comes this story about one of the plethora of judges ubiquitously populating the daytime television landscape to mete out something distantly resembling justice in sassy, short-tempered soundbites. Judge Greg Mathis, aka "Judge Mathis," and director Matty Rich, whose résumé begins and ends with Straight out of Brooklyn and The Inkwell, have teamed up to make a videogame called Mathis "Detroit" Street Judge, described as "a Grand Theft Auto-style action game featuring prison rape."

"The main difference between our game and Grand Theft Auto is that players will have to deal with the justice system and consequences for their actions," said Mathis. "When you go to prison, you gain credibility when you come back on the streets. On the other hand, when you go to prison you can also be raped. So take your chances. We may see young people who make the wrong choice and go to prison and are assaulted repeatedly (in this game)."
How delightful!

What makes this bit of rapetertainment particularly appalling is that it doesn't even make the merest attempt to suggest that the rape itself is wrong. Even the most hideous, rape-dependent films like The Last House on the Left ostensibly condemn the act (even as they rake in profits off the back of its frivolous consumption by popcorn-inhaling filmgoers). No, Mathis "Detroit" Street Judge is, in fact, reliant on the idea that prison rape is, at best, morally neutral—just something that "happens" in prison to bad people who shouldn't have broken the law if they didn't want to get raped.

If pressed, Mathis and Rich might say that rape is wrong no matter what, but, like most Americans, follow it up with a casual shrug as they note it's nonetheless a "fact of life" in prison, a position that belies any reluctant condemnation: Indifference to prison rape is rooted in the belief that it serves as an effective deterrent, its efficacy wholly dependent on actual rapes happening. The game is thus an unreserved, if not explicit, endorsement of rape.

But somehow that's okay—because it's only prisoners getting raped. Despite the fact we have prohibitions against cruel and unusual punishments. Despite the fact that prison rape may turn an already-dangerous individual into a dangerous individual with post-traumatic stress disorder. Despite the fact that innocent people sometimes go to prison. Despite the fact that rape is always wrong.

There are plenty of people (including self-identified progressives) who simply don't blanch at the thought that rape is a likely part of any prison sentence, and I've heard that attitude ascribed to many things, from ignorance about the prevalence of prison rape to contempt for the rule of law. But I suspect the predominant quality which most closely tracks with holding the position is never having been raped oneself.

[Rape in Entertainment: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen.]

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Rape is Hilarious—and Fun to Gossip About!

[Trigger warning.]

Kate just emailed me the link to the most horrifying Page Six blind item either of us has ever seen:

WHICH hunk in a summer movie is a violent, closeted homosexual? The heartthrob snuck into his ex's apartment a few months ago and raped him so violently, the ex ended up in the hospital - and the actor paid him $500,000 to keep his mouth shut.
What the fucking fuck?

For those unfamiliar with the "blind item" concept, it's basically some little piece of scandalous gossip about an anonymous celebrity and you're supposed to guess who it is. They're mostly about people "canoodling" with someone they're not officially dating or being bad tippers or getting a secret nose job or something. It's frivolous shit. This is the equivalent of minimizing the severity of rape by sticking it next to water-skiing squirrels in the "Odd News" section (the foundation for the "How Odd" series, the latest installment of which is here).

And not only does it treat rape as some kind of fucking joke, it is, as Kate says, "presented as the natural outgrowth of the titillating news that someone is gay," which unavoidably plays into the pernicious stereotype of gay men as predators.

We shouldn't expect anything better from a group that thinks making veiled rape threats is uproariously good fun, but still: Wow.

[Rape is Hilarious: Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three.]

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Rape is Hilarious

Part Eighteen in an evidently never-ending series. Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen.

Nothing makes for a better practical joke on your daughter—especially one on a televised prank show—than pretending you're being raped in your own kitchen! Ha ha ha! (Warning: Potentially triggering.)


Jessica: "When I saw this on The Soup, I was just speechless. This 'joke' is abuse, plain and simple. And her mother was in on it?! I'm just...done."

What a humorless feminazi! Obviously Jessica hasn't heard that rape is the hip-hop-happeningest topic in comedy these days.

Zuska excerpts an article "about the nice young men who recently competed in the New Jersey King of Campus Comedy contest."

The competition's most popular topic was, believe it or not, rape. The first comic told two rape jokes. Another said he could never be a rapist because he likes to sleep after sex. Yet another said he would call his victim the next morning because he's such a nice guy.

Er, ha.

Later one of the competitors began his act by promising the audience that he wouldn't tell any rape jokes. He broke that promise two minutes later with a one-liner about using "ropes and formaldehyde" to solve his romantic problems.

Ha again.
The author of the article was a dude. He must be one of those pees-sitting-down, mangina-sporting dudes like Jeff Fecke, though, if he doesn't find jokes about rape funny. What a pussy.

Let me just reiterate my utter perplexity that anyone wants to be the total asshole who blindsides someone by evoking her (or his) memories of being raped, in the guise of "humor." Rape jokes can be as triggering as a rape scene in a film—and sometimes even more so, if they fly unexpectedly out of left field.

As I've said before, my objection isn't even rooted in finding rape jokes personally triggering anymore; I generally just find them pathetic and inexplicable. I'm more bothered by the fact that the jokes normalize and effectively minimize the severity of rape and thusly perpetuate the rape culture.

And I'm bothered by the thought of a woman who's recently been raped, who's just experienced what may be the worst thing that will ever happen to her, who turns on the telly to watch her favorite comedian and have a much-needed laugh—only to hear him using that horrible, life-changing thing as the butt of a joke. I still don't understand—and I don't believe I ever will—why anyone wants to be the guy who sends that shiver down her spine, who makes her eyes burn hot with tears at an unwanted memory while everyone laughs and laughs.

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If anyone feels a particular need to defend this shit, I'd recommend you tell your story walking. But if you don't, acknowledge that you are someone who is defending making light of vicious and criminal sexual violence for entertainment, and you will undoubtedly be treated with the according contempt.

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