“Virgin Whore” Med Student’s Virginity Sells for Over $800,000

“Virgin Whore” Med Student’s Virginity Sells for Over $800,000.

Only a white woman could sell her virginity for an amount as high as $800,000 AND  turn it into a feminist statement and exploration of patriarchy. Only a white woman.

I’m gonna go think about this and I might talk about it later.

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White Racist Trolls

Why, OH WHY, do white people make a point of going into Black online spaces to harass and insult black people?

Does anybody know why?

You don’t believe me?  Do you think I’m making this up?  Ok.

Exhibit A.

What you see here is the comment section on a news site that reports on stories that impact Black people.  Beneath the first comment was a fake account created for the purpose of attempting to mock the previous comment.  The owner of the account tried to use AAVE (African American Vernarcular English) and the content of the comment was full of racist stereotypes.

You can see here that no fewer than two people, other than myself, spotted the troll and called him/her out.  Thankfully the moderator deleted the offending comment.  Unfortunately, there was a lot of deleting to do because the person went through the entire comment section making racist remarks while pretending to be a black man.

How does a racist become SO depraved that they spend day after day harassing black people in a predominately black space?  In a space created specifically for a the most marginalized group of people so that we can be safe in a way we often are not elsewhere?  What is the purpose?  Is this what passes for fun?

Ugh!

That kind of behavior,as can be seen, tends to make people defensive and can turn quite ugly.  Sometimes it can straight up ruin an entire day.  I have been trolled in this way so much that unless I joined a discussion early, I choose not to join at all.  I know that after the first few comments the trolls will appear, and in a matter of minutes any hope of a rational conversation is destroyed.  I even changed my pic and username to something generic to keep the trolls from attacking me not only based on race, but also my gender.

There’s nothing like anti-black misogyny to make you wanna throw away your laptop.

Anyway, I don’t get it.  I really don’t.  I am unable to comprehend what makes racists want to behave this way.

What I Learned From Tweeting With A Black Woman’s Avatar For #RaceSwapExp

For those of you who think black women and women of color are being overly sensitive when we talk about how we are treated online.
Yes, I know it happens to white women too, except the attacks on them are void of racism.

Thought Catalog

Two weeks ago, after writer and activist Suey Park sparked a wave of protest and dude-bro angst with her response to the Colbert Report’s racist tweet, I heeded Suey’s call and began to tweet about why Colbert’s work did not qualify as satire, did nothing to improve the lived experiences of people of color and was often racist and transmisogynist. Some of my tweets were included in the first half dozen or so pieces about the trending hashtag and the conversation it ignited. For me, the experience was thought provoking and empowering; it was also rather easy. How? I was tweeting as a white man. Everything I said was accepted, supported, re-tweeted or (at worst) ignored.

That was in stark contrast to the countless rape/death threats leveled at Suey and many other women. Not to mention the myriad bro-pundits—Huffington Post’s Josh Zepps and Slate’s Dave Weigel are obvious examples—desperate…

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It’s A New Dawn

Over the past 13 years or so, I’ve started several blogs.  Only one had any readers, but I was faithfully updating it nonetheless.  The reason I’ve had so many blogs with no readership or small readership, is because I have a burning desire to write and no idea what to write.

This is a troublesome thing for me.  I read as much as time allows, and I have always been a decent writer.  But as a reader, I’ve struggled to discover what I can say that hasn’t been said ad nauseam. What can I say that hasn’t been said better?  What can I say that adds value or furthers conversations that are already taking place?

These questions have caused me to begin blogging, reach a point of despair, then quit.  I keep hoping that maybe an idea will come to me.  Maybe I’ll read something that inspires me.  Maybe I’ll wake up one morning so full of wonderful, electric ideas that all I can do is hastily type the words that will change writing forever and cause all other writers to go on vacation and ponder what they have been doing with their lives.

*sigh*

So far that hasn’t happened so I’m gonna take the advice of other writers and TRY to get in the habit of writing whether I have anything to say or not.  My goal is two new posts a week, but I know that’s gonna be hard.  My grammar and punctuation are rusty.  I still don’t have anything worth saying.  But whatever.  I feel the need to write.  I always have.  So I’m going to feed the need and hope for the best.

This is my first offering.