“[TW: Sexual Assault, rape culture, victim blaming] His lips crushed mine, stopping my protest. He kissed me angrily, roughly, his other hand gripping tight around the back of my neck, making escape impossible. I shoved against his chest with all my strength, but he didn’t even seem to notice. His mouth was soft, despite the anger, his lips molding to mine in a warm, unfamiliar way. I grabbed at his face, trying to push it away, failing again. He seemed to notice this time, though, and it aggravated him. His lips forced mine open, and I could feel his hot breath in my mouth. Acting on instinct, I let my hands drop to my side, and shut down. I opened my eyes and didn’t fight, didn’t feel… just waited for him to stop.”
Twilight: Eclipse p. 331 (Bella and Jacob’s first kiss)
This is rape culture.
Young women are taught to think of this passage - which describes sexual assault - as erotic. Young men are taught to force their will on young women, regardless of any (non)verbal cues, because sex is conquest and women are objects - not something to be done between two consenting individuals because it’s pleasurable for both people.
The most frightening thing about this excerpt is that many survivors of sexual assault who have disclosed to me describe stories that sound exactly like this one.
tumblr user clockward submitted this to us. read at your leisure.
The lines before that:
He still had my chin—his fingers holding too tight, till it hurt—and I saw the resolve form abruptly in his eyes.
“N—-” I started to object, but it was too late.
And after he assaulted her she punched him in the face but due to his “super human strength” she broke her hand, said “Don’t touche me!” and then:
“But Taylor’s been so far removed from everything that leads to most young adults’ development, that where she is at 22, seems like where most kids are at 16. And it just feels sad. Every time she sings about another boy (or man, Jake Gyllenhaal, what were you thinking?!) who broke her heart after they twice went out for coffee, I cringe a little. Liking boys, and wanting them to like her, and feeling sad when they don’t like her, seems to be the single defining experience for Taylor Swift. And that bums me out.”
“There’s a lack of self-awareness in Taylor Swift’s music and persona that rub me so much the wrong way. It’s just so disappointing. She explains with pride in interviews how much she doesn’t care what critics think. And that can be good, I’d hate for her to be solely defined by outside forces, but paying attention to how others perceive what you put out in the world is important. We coexist with each other, so what others think is (or at least can be) important. A willful avoidance of that indicates a high level of self-absorption.”
“Taylor’s probably a really sweet kid. She appears to do a good job of being nice to her fans. But being absolutely everywhere does give her the opportunity to do something more than just be nice. And at 23, I don’t want Taylor to be a really sweet kid, I want her to be a woman of substance. Which is why I haven’t pulled any punches here. By 23 I wasn’t getting a sugar coated message anymore and young, precious Taylor shouldn’t be getting (or giving) one either.”
This piece probably comes closest, out of anything I’ve read about Taylor Swift, to saying exactly what I think about her.
“Today, however, we are in a position to derive much of our happiness from pursuits internal to our minds. We do this by blogging, watching House of Cards on Netflix, listening to a symphony from iTunes, tweeting with friends and acquaintances, seeing their pictures on Facebook or Path, and learning and collaborating on Wikipedia. As a result, once one secures a certain income to cover basic needs, greater happiness and well-being today can be had for virtually nothing. What is the point, then, of doing materially better than one’s parents?”
Not Doing Better Than Our Parents and Loving It (Or, Why Keynes Was Right)
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