A rape culture morning
There are some days in which I deeply regret waking up and opening the laptop. I want to rewind my day completely: unbrew the coffee, uncook the oatmeal, unpack the lunches, unkiss the children goodbye.
Today is one of those days.
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This happened last night. I’m in shock. I’m nauseated. I’m so tense I can barely pry my jaw open for said coffee and oatmeal.
It is honestly killing me that thousands of people would take to the streets to support a man accused of covering up the sexual assault of children.
These people are mostly college students, the types who are gravely affected by the issues that sparked Occupy Wall Street. But are they protesting the fact that the hyperinflation of college fees and predatory lending policies mean that their average student loan debt will be well over $20K per person? No. They are protesting the firing of an 84-year-old man who allegedly conspired to hush up the actions of a serial pedophile. What the hell is wrong with them?
Add the menacing warning of Herman Cain’s lawyer to those who accuse the powerful of sexual assault and harassment (“THINK TWICE”) and you have a headache that just won’t quit and a strong desire to crawl back into bed, wishing that this day never happened.
Welcome to a rape culture morning, folks.