The larger question I’m posing isn’t “did Conor Oberst do it?” — because in the end, sorry not sorry, Conor Oberst himself isn’t particularly important. I’m asking the classic feminist question: “do most people truly think women are human?” Evaluating the evidence right now, I’m not getting an encouraging answer.

- Joy Wagner

Most men don’t seem to “get” pregnancy or reproduction. They want kids — whatever they think that means — but for so many men, the idea of “having a family” is just that — an idea, not a reality.
The photos are still out there, but I have never seen them. I would have come out with the story when the incident happened, but – as pathetic as this sounds – didn’t think anyone would give a shit about a non-model getting a dick, albeit a famous fashion photographer’s dick, shoved in her face without any proof whatsoever. I seriously regret just pushing it aside, as I have done time and time again when it comes to incidents involving myself and sexual assaults, a history that goes back to when I was a young teenager. But hearing that New York magazine is going to publish a story absolving the sleazebag of a load of sick, sordid stuff he most definitely, obviously did to multiple women is enough to finally incite me. The guy shouldn’t just be locked out from the fashion photography world, he should be in jail. Add another girl to the list!

James Franco is a petty, pompous, incoherent, self-absorbed tool 

Oh so I read James Franco’s essay about Lindsay Lohan for you.

Here is what I have gathered:

1) James Franco is bitter that Lohan said she slept with him and wants to punish her because he is a childish, petty little jerk.

2) James Franco thinks that he can fool us into thinking he isn’t a terrible writer by being as incoherent as possible. But he can’t fool us! We are not fooled.

Please do not bother reading his essay. I do not want you to waste any minutes of your life on it. Not a one.

Mostly what you need to know is that Franco’s entire objective is to insult and publicly humiliate Lohan while kind of sort of but not really pretending that he feels sorry for her:

“I ran my fingers through her hair and thought about this girl sleeping on my chest, our fictional Hollywood girl, Lindsay. What will she do? I hope she gets better. You see, she is famous. She was famous because she was a talented child actress, and now she’s famous because she gets into trouble. She is damaged. For a while, after her high hellion days, she couldn’t get work because she couldn’t get insured. They thought she would run off the sets to party. Her career suffered, and she started getting arrested (stealing, DUIs, car accidents, other things). But the arrests, even as they added up, were never going to be an emotional bottom for her, because she got just as much attention for them as she used to get for her film performances. She would get money offers for her jailhouse memoirs, crazy offers. So how would she ever stop the craziness when the response to her work and the response to her life had converged into one? Two kinds of performance, in film and in life, had melted into one.”

Oh you hope she gets better, huh. Oh she’s so damaged, huh. You know everything about her, huh. You understand her. And it’s just soooo sad, huh Franco. You’re so fucking sensitive.

Of course his concern is feigned. What’s incredible is how transparent he managed to be about that.

Painting Lohan as a sad, desperate, damaged victim in a rambling essay you kind of sort of but not really pretend isn’t only intended to embarrass and punish her isn’t what you do to help people you are worried about. It’s what you do when you have an ego the size of house made out of tissue paper.

“I dreamed about vampires, and a voice came to me. It was a demon. The demon said, ‘I live on the power of celebrity, and I am celebrity. I am the power bestowed on people like you by all the myriad reflectors of your celebrity: the tabloids, the blogs, the fan pages, the way we sit in fans’ minds, the way people read us through your roles in films, etc. This is our public persona, partly created by you and your actions, and partly by these reflectors that act in concert and become me.’ It was a voice of permission, a voice of castigation, a voice of supreme supreme.”

Yeah you know what else that demon does, James? It tells you that you should write things for magazines.

“Every night Lindsay looked for me. My Russian friend, Drew, was always around like a wraith. He, like the blond painting, was my doppelgänger, writing scripts about rape and murder. A Hollywood Dostoyevsky, he had gambled his money away. We played a ton of ping-pong. My room was on the second level, the exterior walls hugged by vines. Every night Lindsay looked for me, and I hid. Out the window was Hollywood.”

She looked for him every night. She was obsessed with him. He wouldn’t sleep with her because she’s oh-so-sad. She looked for him and he hid. She’s desperate, he’s not. He’s just a nice guy trying to hide from this crazy cray.

Anyway, there’s no real reason I think any of you should care particularly about this news apart from being able to add it to a growing list of nasty, sexist, douchey behaviour from a pompous tool.

Go away, Franco. You’re gross.

There are very good things in the bill and there is a potentially bad thing in the bill. It isn’t, in my opinion, accurate to say that Canada has adopted the Nordic model, though we are much closer than we were previously. The Nordic model does not include a provision that could potentially criminalize prostituted people if in a a public place “where persons under the age of 18 can reasonably be expected to be present.” But the reality is that we are in a better position to advocate for what we want now than if, for example, the proposal were to fully decriminalize or if it weren’t so specific in its intention to target demand and support women. I would like to see a commitment to reeducating the police in order to ensure they actuallyfocus on the johns and both leave prostitutes alone and support them if they need support. This is a key part of the Swedish model. It’s also, of course, important to remind ourselves that Sweden has stronger social safety nets and a better welfare system than Canada does and so we need to keep the pressure on in regard to all of these aspects.

This week in Don't Talk to Celebrities About Things Ever: Lana Del Rey edition 

Were you guys all wondering what Lana Del Rey thought about feminism? ME TOO I KNOW. I know.

Well you can all go back to bed now because the space queen hath spoken. In an interview with Fader magazine she says:

"For me, the issue of feminism is just not an interesting concept. Whenever people bring up feminism, I’m like, god. I’m just not really that interested. I’m more interested in, you know, SpaceX and Tesla, what’s going to happen with our intergalactic possibilities."

This is actually my favorite game though. Let’s play.

“Whenever people bring up muffins, I’m like, god, I’m not really that interested. I’m more interested in, you know, pigmy goats.”

“Whenever people bring up drones, I’m like, god, I’m not really that interested. I’m more interested in, you know, the radical possibilities of juicing.”

“Whenever people bring up lunch, I’m like, god, I’m not interested. I’m more interested in, you know, Nazis.”

“Whenever people bring up dinosaurs, I’m like, god, I’m not really that interested. I’m more interested in, you know, internet.”

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT AND ALSO WHO CARES.

You could literally say that about anything. Also, you aren’t interested in feminism because you don’t know what it is. Why don’t you just say that? If someone asked me what I thought about SpaceX, I wouldn’t say, “Oh god, who cares.” I would obviously stall them while I googled “SpaceX.”

The interviewer went on to ask Del Rey on how she would define the term “feminism.”

She answered: “My idea of a true feminist is a woman who feels free enough to do whatever she wants.”

Gosh that’s weird. Because to me “a woman who feels free enough to do whatever she wants” sounds “very wealthy,” not “feminist.”

The trouble with celebrities is that sometimes they talk.

Anyway, I’m bored of this now. Who wants to hear about my nail art?

Rather than take a moment to consider the larger picture Hornaday is trying to show us and look at the ways in which mass media and our culture at large excuse and perpetuate violence against women in perhaps less overt ways than men like Apatow and Rogen are prepared to accept, they strike back. Because defending your ego is clearly more important than having conversations about male entitlement and violence against women amirite?
The gender of the perpetrator is the single most important factor, and yet it’s not talked about in that way in most mainstream conversations.

Porn teaches men they are gods. Pop culture teaches men that the epitome of success is to be surrounded by naked women, fawning over you. Prostitution exists because we, as a culture, very much believe that women exist to pleasure men. We tell women that they have to “work” in marriage, to keep their men happy, to keep them from straying — buy sexy lingerie, try threesomes, try anal, perform every porn fantasy he has — he needs it, he deserves it, it is your job.

We can continue to skirt around these truths — that the sex industry and our patriarchal culture breed men like Rodger — but expect more violence, more deaths, more rape, and more abuse. Our world is rife with Elliot Rodgers. We create them every day. They aren’t going anywhere.

GET WITH THE NOW, PUSSY-SHAVERS 

All hail queen Neko.

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