A wonderful comic. I think Isaiah's becoming better with each year. (But he hates it if you praise him.) I love the comic.
In the December 7th snapshot, C.I. noted that non-feminist Naomi Wolf refused to report sexual assaults and this was building on "Naomi Wolf: The Feminist Myth (Ava and C.I.)" which C.I. and Ava had written earlier.
Today Red Diaper Baby Amy Goodman (who loathes women) brought on Naomi Wolf to talk about sexual assaults.
That never should have happened. For those who don't read, apparently a great many though they continue to write without reading (and, goodness, does it show), this is from Naomi Wolf's Promiscuities and "Martin" is her then-boyfriend:
One night a young woman from one of the sororities came to a keg party, during the initiation of a pledge class, and got drunk. She passed out on the couch in the downstairs common room of the fine, shabby old Arts and Crafts house. I heard that someone had lifted her by the arms, and someone else by the legs, and they had taken her into a room. By morning all the guys in the house knew that a number of the guys had -- "felt her up"? molested her? The details were imprecise. Martin remembers that "People were drunk and rowdy and assaulted a woman. It wasn't date rape, she was not on a date. They jumped on her, groped her, dry-humped her. Somewhere between six and twelve guys were part of the scene -- two involved directly."
When the woman came to, she fled. The joke, as I recall (and my memory of this episode fades in and out of focus), was that she had escaped so fast that her shoes remained. Someone had put her red high-heeled pumps on the wood mantel of the fireplace, next to the collection of beer cans from around the world, like a trophy.
The guys and I were friends. Over breakfast, they did not hide the story from me or from the other girlfriends who had stayed the night. I remember all the guys having their morning coffee were laughing about the episode, which was hinted at but not fully described and glancing now and again at the girlfriends, watching their reactions. We were, it was understood, nice girls because we were in relationships, we would understand that what had happened to her had nothing to do with us.
I sat quietly throughout that breakfast. Later I heard about another girlfriend's act of dissension. I remember her as a quiet, small girl, not presumed by any of us to have a lot of personal power. But she eventually went over to the mantel and, without saying a word, took the shoes, walked across the street to the sorority house, and, in full view of the "brothers," lined them up carefully and sat down beside them.
I wish I could write that I had done something remotely like that. I would like to imagine that both Martin and I walked out. But my eyes widened, and I said nothing. I knew the words I was applying to the actions of these laughing, confident young men -- friends of mine -- in my head, words such as "sexual assault," would have no social meaning if I spoke them. Only the wildest-eyed of "lesbos," in their terms, would, in 1979, have called it a sexual assault. I stayed inside. So did Martin. We finished our expertly cooked breakfast.
That is what C.I. and Ava have been documenting. I have no idea why others have not documented the same thing.
I'm sure many will copy and past my typed excerpt and claim they just discovered it instead of giving credit to Ava and C.I. who have repeatedly covered that passage.
On the passage . . . First, it was gang rape. A group of men watching and egging one another on to the point that dry humping is taking place quickly expands to penetration and that's reality. Naomi can't even be honest in her own damn book about what took place.
Naomi Wolf is a pill popping fraud.
Naomi's a joke, she's always been a joke. She ripped off Judith Shklar and loathed that a number of people caught on. That's why her first book was academic and so unlike anything she ever wrote. It was Judith N. Shklar. Naomi attended Judith's lectures and ripped her off.
She is not a feminist and no one should take her seriously when she next tries to play expert on sexual assaults.
"TV: The Craziest Sitcom" (Ava and C.I., The Third Estate Sunday Review):
Hands down, the craziest and longest running sitcom has to be Democracy Now! which features the whiny voiced Amy Goodman who visits the real world about as often as Tinker Bell leaves Pixie Hollow.
There is so much more to their wonderful critique this week but just enjoy that opening paragraph. I love it and I love how it is again echoed in their final paragraph. There are many similar things taking place in the body of the piece but you really don't notice it unless you look for it.
I love the entire piece.
"Iraq snapshot" (The Common Ills):