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10/06/09
I've lived here 5 1/2 years. I'm not antisocial, it's just that no one really fucking knows their neighbors unless they're friends as well. Argh.
10/06/09
Sometimes there are legit warning signs acquaintances or neighborhoods can pick up on, but often times, there are signs only close family and friends can pick up on. I think we've all been surprised by an acquaintance or even a friend having a shocking opinion or yelling at a salesperson or something along those lines. We need to be aware, but not so much to the point where we miss actual human interaction because we are scared. We need to pick on legit warning signs when they are there, but not scare ourselves into believing everyone has a violent secret. And we need to not belittle people who have news cameras shoved in their faces and are asked questions about Murderer B, who they only knew as Guy Who Walked His Poodle at 7am and 7pm Every Day, and who are expected to give sudden insight into Mr Poodle Walker/Murderer.
Oh, and stalking laws need to be better enforced and updated to include the new technologies we have.
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It's so annoying. Sometimes I feel like I'm looking at a funhouse mirror of the world. Actually, like everybody else is. It's like, how can you not see what is so painfully obvious to me? How can you not just shift your view a tiny bit to open up this whole world of meaning?
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Dismiss all charges, your honor! Erin Andrews had it coming for being naked in the (supposed) privacy of her hotel room. I mean really, she was attractive, nude and famous - she was totally asking for it.
/sarcasm (hopefully that was obvious)
People just piss me off sometimes. I can't believe anyone is actually defending this pervert.
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In all seriousness, this is a really important point. I live in a big city. If I take the bus at night and a "dad" or someone "harmless looking" gets off the bus behind me, it is absolutely to my benefit to shut off my i pod and cross the street. That's not to say that the homeless guy that smelled like urine and tried to convince me that cats were aliens is the guy I should buddy up with for that walk home, or that I shouldn't trust ANY person. Just, let's be careful.
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(Just to clarify, when I said "this is a really important point" I meant the article noting that "normal guys" can be crazy. I just realized I actually referred to my little joke without intending to. )
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I really wish someone would have the balls to write/say what The Onion did. "Neighbors believed murderer only capable of rape."
[www.theonion.com]
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I know some say he stole his schtick from - was it Bill Hicks? - but I'm with Denis Leary here. " I want the shiny people over there and the happy people over here, okay?!?"
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(And by that I mean, "Did you seriously just post that?" not "Is this a serious thing that you've heard?")
Please! Tell us what else "some people" are saying!
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Workplace rationalization is no less idiotic than neighbors thinking you look normal. How is this not, "Oh, she wanted it" applied to stalking instead of rape?
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Apologies for those offended.
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Warning: Rant follows.
Here is a big "fuck you" to the wide-eyed, empty-headed morons wondering how such a thing could happen. Close your gaping mouths and get a clue. Want to help? Start spreading the word that, like books (if you are indeed familiar with those), you can't judge a predator by their cover. Either that or just shut the fuck up.
Rant on behalf of all victims of "normal looking" predators.
Ok, I'm done.
10/05/09
It was a major mind-fuck when I found out about it (he was on America's Most Wanted). I mean, it's not that you expect the bad guys to be sweaty, unkempt, and driving unmarked white vans. You just always think that you'll KNOW when someone close to you is a creep. It's really easy to go "oh well there were warning signs!" but it's not something that you think you should be on the lookout for all the time. If you went around your entire life looking for signs that someone was a stalker/rapist/murderer/child molester, you'd never get close to anyone because you'd always be afraid. I might not be making any sense, but I feel the urge to explain myself here.
10/05/09
It is, after all, for most people always about them.
10/05/09
"Rape, the myth goes, is something Other. It is separate, and dramatic, and above all, perpetuated by men we don’t know.
Rapists are not loving fathers, or supportive brothers, we tell ourselves – and each other. Rapists don’t go home for the holidays and help with the tree, and watch the big game with their father, and throw the football around with their nephews. Rapists don’t tip the homeless guy, because they have some spare change from Starbucks. Rapists don’t survive the Holocaust. Rapists don’t sit in the cubicle across from us at work, and send us funny xkcd cartoons. Rapists don’t have uneventful, long-term relationships with their college girlfriends. Rapists don’t show up on set every day, directing a critically-acclaimed movie. Rapists don’t get married, nervous in a tux at the end of the aisle. Rapists don’t spend their weekends browsing at the farmer’s market, and then stop for brunch and do the NYT crossword. Rapists don’t co-write this screenplay with us. Rapists don’t hang out at the pub with their friends, watching football and drinking just half a pint of beer, because they’re driving. Rapists don’t meet us casually at an awards ceremony, and charm us with wit and wry humor.
We tell these myths to ourselves and each other often, but of course, they are lies."
[poptext.wordpress.com]
10/05/09
I hope he gets some help (NOT bail), and that Andrews and her security team stay alert. This is nothing to take lightly.
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I've got a patchy understanding of psychology and a notepad around here somewhere.
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