2012
07.11

“Oops.”

Obviously, this should not have been what prompted me to write again, but so it goes sometimes. Basically, the story goes something like this: Tosh does standup, girl gets offended, girl makes a scene, Tosh acts like a dick, girl complains, Tosh is forced to apologize. You with me? Here are the particulars, and my commentary comes from the same:

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 didnt 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.

This section in particular is worthy of comment, but we’ll continue for the moment.

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.

Now in the lobby, I spoke with the girl at the will-call desk, and demanded to see the manager. The manager on duty quickly came out to speak with me, and she was profusely apologetic, and seemed genuinely sorry about what had happened, but of course we received no refund for our tickets, but instead a comped pair of tickets, although she admitted she understood if we never wanted to come back. I can imagine the Laugh Factory doesn’t really have a policy in place for what happens when a woman has to leave in a hurry because the person onstage is hurling violent words about sexual violence at her. Although maybe I’m not the first girl to have that happen to her.

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, claustrophic 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.”

Now, the moment of truth: should Tosh have to apologize?

Honestly? No. And even if I catch flak for saying that, it’s still the truth.

This woman, whoever she is, decided to go to see some standup from Daniel Tosh. It’s his routine. Patrons go to see his routine. Tosh says something this woman doesn’t like, and she decides she’s important enough to interject. Here’s the problem: she isn’t. Nobody is. You don’t like a show, you pick your ass out of your seat and you leave. You don’t like what’s on the television, you change the channel. If it was a forum with the audience, that’s one thing. But it wasn’t.

So now that she’s instigated conflict and broken the patron-performer barrier, Tosh addresses her. Look at his word choice. “Wouldn’t it be funny if…”

And honestly? No, it wouldn’t. Now if he had said, “Boys, rape this bitch and put her in her place,” then he very clearly would have been crossing that line. What he said wasn’t nice. What he said didn’t help. What he said wasn’t even funny. But he’s certainly allowed to say it.

Basically, she created a scene and got in over her head. If you’re going to start a conflict, be prepared for anything. Would you go to a Black Panther rally, get offended, and then yell, “White Power!” and expect people to just…take it? Or expect such a statement to be respected and tolerated? No, you certainly wouldn’t. Or did I miss the part where Tosh’s standup needed to conform to her exact standards and ideals? If that’s the case, then I recant everything I’ve just said, and I’m sorry. If The Right to Not Be Offended was a constitutional right, it would be the undoing of everything we hold dear.

Although…if public appearances are supposed to meet my particular standards, can I expect a personal apology from Mitt Romney anytime soon for advocating policies that fuck tens of millions of Americans sideways? To be clear, I find his policies offensive, and it pisses me off. Plus, the guy isn’t even funny.

(TE)DC

2010
02.19

By now, those among us who get their information from some place other than someone affiliated with Fox News is fairly used to the idiotic, dishonest vitriol that gets thrown around in the political circle these days. Though some of that vitriol (and more than some incompetence) comes from the Democrats, it’s those on the right side of the spectrum – be they Republicans, Tea Partiers, Patriots, Birthers or whatever they’re calling themselves these days – who have seemingly made obstructionist ignorance a part of day-to-day life. Most of us have learned to just move along when it comes to whatever these people say, but from time to time, we manage to hear something truly astounding. For me, today was one of those days.

A customer of the retail pit of damnation I call my place of employment had a variety of right-wing bumper stickers on his car. Most of them were pretty standard stuff – “Work hard: Obama needs your money so he can redistribute it to those who don’t” – but there was one in particular that was so mind-numbingly ignorant that I think it may possibly represent a record low for the Lunatic Right:

Read that bumper sticker. Read it carefully. After that, read it again and think long and hard about it. When you’re ready (and/or when you’ve finished laughing and/or shitting bricks) continue reading.

Still with me?

If you’re anything like me – which means you fit into the sane category of people I described earlier and also possess a triple digit IQ – the first thing that came to mind was probably something like, “Do you mean George W. Bush?” I mean, seriously: the best thing you can say about that man’s military experience is that it’s dubious.

Really, though, that’s not even important. I remember learning about the three branches of government: when I was in second grade. Having passed the second grade, I could confidently tell you that every single person who has been in the Senate or House of Representatives – such as Barack “Hussein, not Muhammad you fucking morons” Obama – does, in fact, have legislative experience, something that governors – such as George W. Bush – do not have.

No, really. Something anyone who has passed grade school – or, at the worst, middle school – knows perfectly is somehow beyond the knowledge of both the people who make stickers such as this one and the people who put such bumper stickers on their cars.

How fucking stupid can you get?

(TE)DC

2010
02.11

I’ve been reflecting on this blog over the last year and the direction it has taken, and while I am happy with the fact that I’ve kept it going so far, even I’m disappointed somewhat with the results. Especially of late, the blog has become more and more about the latest idiocy from Republicans or fundamentalists, and while it’s certainly funny to poke fun at them, I really don’t want to become yet another puke-and-chuck portion of the Internet that tells you – rightfully or not – how stupid the rest of the world can be.

I feel like I’m capable of more than I’m showing, even if I can’t necessarily show it that often. I like my long-winded posts far more than the daily doses of idiocy I mock. With that in mind, my direction will be changing to reflect that. Hopefully this will result in more enjoyable content. Let me know what you think.

(TE)DC

2010
02.06

So I managed to contract the flu. As fun as it is to sleep for 20 of the last 24 hours, it’s not the best thing in the world. Expect posting to be non-existent or at least at a minimum for a few days.

(TE)DC

2010
02.06

The video game portrayal of the average warrior woman has always amused me. Can you really call armor that only covers about 10% of your body armor?

(TE)DC

2010
02.05

I hope you love it.


Parkour perfect faceplant – Watch more Funny Videos

(TE)DC

2010
02.05

As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.

(TE)DC

2010
02.04

“Intelligence is alcohol soluble.”

- As quoted on bash.org

(TE)DC

2010
02.03

I'm sure I went to school for seven years for some reason.

Well, Oregon is one state that seems to get it right:

An Oregon couple was found guilty Tuesday of criminally negligent homicide for praying over their ill son instead of seeking medical help.

The jury returned the verdict on the second day of deliberations in the trial of Jeff and Marci Beagley, both members of the Followers of Christ Church in Oregon City. Church members gasped as Judge Steven Maurer read the verdicts.

Prosecutors said the Beagleys had a duty as parents to provide medical care for their 16-year-old son, Neil, who died in 2008 of complications from a urinary tract blockage. The defense argued the teenager had symptoms more like a cold or the flu.

Okay, seriously? I’m going to call bullshit right there. Urinary tract blockages have a ton of symptoms including, get this, pain and blood when you pee. But then again, how the fuck would the parents know, since they obviously don’t follow conventional medicine? I fail to see how this point would be even remotely relevant even if it was true.

And get this: it’s not even the first time they’ve done this.

The Beagleys are the parents of Raylene Worthington, who along with her husband were acquitted of manslaughter last year in the March 2008 death of their 15-month-old daughter, Ava, from pneumonia and a blood infection. Her husband, Carl Brent Worthington, was convicted of misdemeanor criminal mistreatment.

The Beagleys were present at the death of their granddaughter, laying on hands after anointing her with oil and praying for her to be healed instead of seeking medical care that church members avoid.

Greg Horner, the chief deputy district attorney who also prosecuted the faith healing trial, argued that the Beagleys should have been alert to the potential for relatively mild symptoms to mask serious and even fatal disease after the death of their granddaughter.

So that’s, what, three strikes on them? It should be pretty obvious that their prayers, at the very least, suck, since they seem to keep resulting in dead children. Really, I don’t have any sympathy for these people. Because of their (astounding) ignorance, their children die. It wouldn’t surprise me if they sought medical attention for themselves whenever they’ve been sick, either. Either that, or their parents did, because since they seem to lose family members at a somewhat accelerated rate, it stands to reason that their odds of survival should have been much lower.

That’s faith for you.

(Via)

(TE)DC

2010
02.03

“Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.”

- Malcolm X

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