A lot of folks have been talking about Courtney Desiree Morris' article in make/shift, "Why Misogynists Make Great Informants: How Gender Violence on the Left Enables State Violence in Radical Movements." I read the whole thing over at the INCITE! blog. Starting from a discussion of Brandon Darby, an FBI informant who infiltrated groups protesting the Republican National Convention in 2009, Morris suggests that left wing movements are easy to infiltrate because they are uncritical of themselves. The uncriticalness that allows informants to infiltrate as long as they can appear devoted to the cause, is what also allows gender violence to go unchecked. Morris' article provides definite food for thought, in terms of what we will put up with "in service of the movement" that we would never put up with elsewhere.
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Movie audiences dissatisfied with summer cinema offerings are eagerly looking towards fall releases in hopes finding a reprieve from the foul, unwatchable dreck currently polluting multiplexes. Here are two that have piqued my interest.
Over the past several weeks we've taken a look back into the trusty time machine called the Internet and looked at several politicians who have run afoul of good manners, ethics, the limits of their authority, the law, and whatever else they decided to disregard. Most of them are no longer active politicians. But some folks manage to hold on to their careers (I'm looking at you, Governor Sanford) even after completely assclownish behavior. So is the blip-in-the-cosmos named John Ensign.
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Every time I go to download files from a BitTorrent tracker site I am constantly bombarded with ads for sex/dating sites or straight up pornography and I'm sick of it. Women are engaging in online technologies as well and we are repetitively told that we don't belong.
I always felt weird about the dynamic of men paying for dates by rote: even when I didn't have much money, my preference was to go somewhere I could afford to split or find something to do that we could both afford. But it took a guy's behavior to really enable me to explain in graphic detail why I was always so bothered by it.
"We will not be silent. We are your bad conscience. The White Rose will not leave you in peace!" -closing lines of the White Rose Society's fourth leaflet
Today's Feministory explores The White Rose Society, a movement during World War II comprised of young men and women whose courage during that bleak time in history might make your heart hurt a little, your breath catch, and your faith in the courage of women and men, against the darkest odds, stir toward hope.
Sunday morning conjures up a lot of images—the thickest newspapers of the week, read over eggs and toast, the matrons of Washington, DC decked out in their church-going best, led to service by their doting grandchildren, hunkering down under the covers and trying to sleep in, knowing that tomorrow starts a whole new unwanted work week. And for the geekiest of politics hounds, it means turning on the TV to see what will spill out from any of the DC roundup shows: Meet the Press, This Week, State of the Union.
At my home planet of Racialicious, I recently started up a True Blood roundtable, where five of us weekly go to town on the various racist-sexisms of everyone's favourite vampire show. As the grumpiest of the bunch, my opinions on True Blood are vastly more negative than positive, especially when the episode is heavy on violence against women—which increasingly seems to be the theme for True Blood's newest season. So sometimes we get commenters who ask us, why the heck do y'all watch this show anyways?
When my fellow Racializen Tami asked us all this question during our first roundtable, we didn't come up with any great reasoning. I talked about how in the past, I had quit watching the show over the persistent rape motif, only to be drawn back in. Others blamed the interesting plotlines and comparably good writing for keeping them watching.
It seems like radical, anti-racist feminist pop culture critics are not alone in this phenomenon—that is, the phenomenon of subjecting ourselves to hurtful viewings. Apart from exposing myself to regular doses of vampire sex violence, I also have a soft spot for bromances. And I've noticed a trend in bromances of late (or maybe it was always there): the rape-or-sexualised-humiliation-scene-as-comedy.