Cornell Jane Doe may not be reading your "hot takes" and thoughts on what happened to her... but I can bet any amount of money that there's a Jane Doe in your life that can see how you really feel about consent and assaułt.
I recently read:
“When I hear ‘not all men,’ my response is: ‘Not all sharks either, but I still get scared when I see one.’”
And whew. That’s it. That’s the whole fucking point.
An erasure poem of District Attorney Matthew Van Houten’s explanation for why the Cornell Seven were not criminally prosecuted. The materials sent to the prosecutor by campus police were missing Jane’s assertions that she was raped. Staggering. In this poem, I decided to omit the document to unerase Jane’s truth within it.
what doesn't kill you introduces you to carl jung, marcus aurelius, epictetus, friedrich nietzsche, james baldwin, bell hooks, audre lorde, frantz fanon, paulo freire, joseph campbell, alan watts, ram dass, gary zukav, brene brown, gabor mate, shadow work, attachment theory, nervous-system regulation, ancestral trauma, existentialism, stoicism, meditation, emotional intelligence, neuroplasticity, metacognition, pattern recognition, game theory, delusional optimism, boundaries and discernment.
These two are Carl-Fredrik Arndt and Peter Jonnson. These are the two young men who came across Brock Allen Turner raping a woman. They stopped him, called the police, held him, and kept her safe until the police arrived. What happened after that is a travesty the likes of which has become all too common. Be like these two, not ALLEN Turner..
Often an image comes to my mind that I feel just needs to be drawn. In many ways, this cartoon doesn't make sense. In many ways I wish it did. There aren't seven men by accident.
We’re allowed to drink. We’re allowed to be out after dark. We’re allowed to be alone.
Men are not allowed to be predators.
If you can’t control your urge to assault, you need to be in a cage.
1/I’m sick of “talk to your sons about consent” as if boys just need better instructions. We don’t tell girls, “Don’t grab a guy’s penis.” We assume they know other people’s bodies aren’t theirs to take. This goes deeper than consent.
We choose the bear because if it drugged and assaulted us for 7 hours, authorities would shoot it not ask it to write an essay and then help it find a job at a wealth management firm. Be so for real, Cornell.
Yesterday, we lost a cherished member of our family.
We got Sunny at the start of our second term in the White House, and all of us – including our first dog, Bo – immediately fell in love. We also had trouble keeping up with her, for Sunny was a force of nature. Athletic and full of boundless energy, she leapt over the hedges on the South Lawn like they weren’t even there, chasing squirrels, birds and anything else that moved. And whereas the way to Bo’s heart usually involved a treat, Sunny was more interested in having us run around with her, roll on the floor with her, or have her belly rubbed for as long as we were willing.
She loved the girls, even if they were pestering her when she was napping. She loved our team, and would often follow them around, helping them on the job. She was fiercely protective of Bo, who she rightly sensed wasn’t always as alert and attentive as she was. She had her eccentricities: other than Bo, she preferred people to dogs; she was a loud and sloppy drinker; and despite being a Portuguese Water Dog, she hated getting wet.
But as far as our family was concerned, she was pretty much perfect, and for thirteen years, she would be by our side – always loyal, always sweet, always ready for adventure, still fiery and gorgeous till the very end of her days.
We will miss her terribly, and imagine she’s with her big brother now, making sure he’s okay.
I totally envision Trump renaming the San Andreas Fault to Joe Biden’s Fault, and I am just putting this out there so I can say I predicted it one day.