katiecoyle:

sociopathicdorito:

You have a wife and a daughter, Patton. 

This is what bums me out about my life as a woman in the twenty-first century: it’s not enough that rape exists; it’s not enough that women are so consistently blamed for their own rapes that even I, a fucking angry all the time feminist, sometimes catch myself wondering vaguely, when I read about a woman being raped, if the story is entirely true (and don’t think it doesn’t make me sick to my stomach to admit that, and don’t think that vague wonder doesn’t get shut down immediately by the larger and fucking angrier feminist side of my brain); it’s not enough that motherfuckers who have never have been and, it is probably fair to say, will never be raped are so not sufficiently horrified by it that they make casual jokes about it to a crowd of strangers whose histories they cannot know, some of whose statistical likelihood of having been raped is pretty fucking high. What bums me out not more than all this but on some other level, some level of weirdly personal hurt, is to see people whose talent I admire and am inspired by treating said jokes like the fact that they are jokes (which is also, by the way, VERY DEBATABLE) automatically makes them art and thus untouchable? Like the people who object to these jokes are the assholes? I like Patton Oswalt and I like Louis C.K., too. I like Wes Anderson and I like Woody Allen and I love Tina Fey. I love jokes! That’s what hurts me. My liking of jokes is, coincidentally, what makes me not like Daniel Tosh very much in the first place! I just don’t like jokes about this one thing, this one awful, unimaginable thing. This thing that should bum everybody out about our lives as human beings in the twenty-first century.
Let’s all try a little harder, okay? Start by not defending the telling of rape jokes. I promise your life will not be poorer for it.

Ugh.  With this whole situation, ugh.  Aside from the fact that we should all try to get Tosh.0 off the air (for MANY reasons), can I just say that all the comedians running to the defense of the shitty and unfunny comedian is just kind of sad and pathetic?  Like, they’re worried that if someone is rational enough to say that Daniel Tosh is a dick, then they’d all have to stop being comedians or something.
I do not remember everyone running to the defense of Michael Richards and his right to be unfunny while screaming racist stuff.  And yet he was ALSO holding a microphone and on stage and talking to an audience.  Or would it have only been ok if Michael Richards had been joking about raping black people?  Because that is clearly the connection these comedians are making based on their responses.
And then part of me wants to wonder aloud to all these comedians how funny it would be if their wives or daughters or sisters or whoever were raped, except they probably wouldn’t get my hilarious jokes and also OH YEAH, THAT’S NOT ACTUALLY A JOKE BEING MADE AND IS NOT ACTUALLY FUNNY.
The cognitive dissonance here is very frustrating.

katiecoyle:

sociopathicdorito:

You have a wife and a daughter, Patton. 

This is what bums me out about my life as a woman in the twenty-first century: it’s not enough that rape exists; it’s not enough that women are so consistently blamed for their own rapes that even I, a fucking angry all the time feminist, sometimes catch myself wondering vaguely, when I read about a woman being raped, if the story is entirely true (and don’t think it doesn’t make me sick to my stomach to admit that, and don’t think that vague wonder doesn’t get shut down immediately by the larger and fucking angrier feminist side of my brain); it’s not enough that motherfuckers who have never have been and, it is probably fair to say, will never be raped are so not sufficiently horrified by it that they make casual jokes about it to a crowd of strangers whose histories they cannot know, some of whose statistical likelihood of having been raped is pretty fucking high. What bums me out not more than all this but on some other level, some level of weirdly personal hurt, is to see people whose talent I admire and am inspired by treating said jokes like the fact that they are jokes (which is also, by the way, VERY DEBATABLE) automatically makes them art and thus untouchable? Like the people who object to these jokes are the assholes? I like Patton Oswalt and I like Louis C.K., too. I like Wes Anderson and I like Woody Allen and I love Tina Fey. I love jokes! That’s what hurts me. My liking of jokes is, coincidentally, what makes me not like Daniel Tosh very much in the first place! I just don’t like jokes about this one thing, this one awful, unimaginable thing. This thing that should bum everybody out about our lives as human beings in the twenty-first century.

Let’s all try a little harder, okay? Start by not defending the telling of rape jokes. I promise your life will not be poorer for it.

Ugh.  With this whole situation, ugh.  Aside from the fact that we should all try to get Tosh.0 off the air (for MANY reasons), can I just say that all the comedians running to the defense of the shitty and unfunny comedian is just kind of sad and pathetic?  Like, they’re worried that if someone is rational enough to say that Daniel Tosh is a dick, then they’d all have to stop being comedians or something.

I do not remember everyone running to the defense of Michael Richards and his right to be unfunny while screaming racist stuff.  And yet he was ALSO holding a microphone and on stage and talking to an audience.  Or would it have only been ok if Michael Richards had been joking about raping black people?  Because that is clearly the connection these comedians are making based on their responses.

And then part of me wants to wonder aloud to all these comedians how funny it would be if their wives or daughters or sisters or whoever were raped, except they probably wouldn’t get my hilarious jokes and also OH YEAH, THAT’S NOT ACTUALLY A JOKE BEING MADE AND IS NOT ACTUALLY FUNNY.

The cognitive dissonance here is very frustrating.

posted 1 year ago