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(tw!) “I was Raped at Disney World and Nobody Cared”

feministdisney:

I couldn’t believe this when I read the headline. I would understand if it was difficult to handle a rape case that happened several weeks previously, but the way the company and its counselors shut her down and blamed her for it is absolutely disgusting and abhorrent. Leaves a really bad taste in my mouth about this program: note that it was very difficult for her to report the rape at all.
For friends and others currently in the program or planning to be, putting my best vibes your way and hoping you never have to go through something like this.
It took a lot of strength for this person to report what happened to them even after everything they went through.
Go to title link above for full piece, a lot of it is in excerpts here below. Again: TW for rape, and rape culture
I had heard about the Disney College Program from a few friends that had an amazing time working for the company and thought it would be better than nothing. Add the unlimited access to their theme parks, warm weather, and four extra months to figure out what to do with my life and it sounded pretty ideal.
 
I was accepted into the program and arrived in mid-August.  After a few days of orientation, I started work on Main Street U.S.A. in the Magic Kingdom.
 
Three weeks into the program, I was raped by one of my co-workers. 
 
I don’t feel a desire to share every detail from that night, but I’ll give you the bare bones: He and I went to a party together, we went back to his apartment later, and I said “no,” but he wouldn’t stop.
 
For two months I kept everything that happened that night to myself. I told my roommates that things went fine and I had a good night.  I didn’t know how to feel about what happened. In the beginning, I told myself it was a misunderstanding; maybe he hadn’t heard me. I blamed myself; I should have yelled louder. I should have pushed harder. I should have punched him and ran out of the room.  I always thought that if I was ever raped I would beat the guy up. Does that mean I wasn’t raped?
I finally decided to talk to someone after the first time I ran into him outside of work. He showed up at my friend’s Halloween party dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, which made seeing him that much more unnerving. I spent the rest of the night watching him hit on girls, worrying, and wondering whether or not I should tell my co-workers what happened.
 
I made an appointment to see one of the counselors in Disney’s Employee Assistance Program. I tried to be optimistic.Of course they’ll listen to me. It’s Disney, a company built on childhood innocence and happiness. Wouldn’t they want to fire an accused rapist immediately? (Spoiler Alert: No.)
 
I recounted everything that happened that night while the counselor stayed silent and seemed at least mildly sympathetic. When I told her we had been drinking, her face changed from “concerned” to “you made a mistake.”  Still, I told her, I said “no” the entire time and he never listened.
 
The first thing she said to me was “Well, now you know not to be hanging around boys in the middle of the night. You know what they want.”
Take a few seconds and re-read that. Now let’s unpack it.
 
A certified counselor was insinuating that it was my fault that my coworker decided to rape me — as if I should have known better than to interact with any man after dark. Not only that, but she was advising me to approach every interaction with a man as if he is a potential rapist, including every man that works at Disney World.  If I react to a man with anything less than hostility after sundown, whatever happens is my fault.
 
I told her that “no” means “no” whether it’s day or night. That was apparently too radical an idea for her, as she said nothing in reply. She continued to make excuses for my rapist.

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interstellardiamond:

soaringrachel:

sea-change:

they also went to the louvre together to, like, check out the dicks on statues for comparison just to calm scott the fuck down.

(i can just picture them, scott being his usual neurotic self, and ernest just like, ‘give me strength. are you fucking kidding me? i nearly died in the war. i have a fucking medal of bravery. and we’re looking at cocks together. gatsby can only take you so far, my friend. you better write another goddamn masterpiece soon.’)

you’ve gotta be shitting me

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ilikelookingatnakedmen:

panickyintheuk:

icanttellyouwhotobe:

androcidal:

home-of-amazons:

inthelandoflesbianism:

Hahahahahahahahaaaaaa this was definitely made by a straight guy

What this image really means: “I am terrible at sex.”

THERE IS NOTHING COMPLEX OR DIFFICULT ABOUT THE CLITORIS I’M SO MAD LIKE IT’S RIGHT THERE AND YOU JUST GOTTA TOUCH IT

………I don’t understand why the clitoris is such a mystery

it’s right there

I mean, if you’re a lazy fuck and you don’t care about your partners’ pleasure, then maybe it’s difficult to figure out

but for fucks’ sake, it’s right there, it engorges with blood and everything to make it easier to find

fuck

srsly tho it’s RIGHT THERE

maybe we should retaliate by claiming that we can’t find the penis

“it’s right there!”

“here?”

“no those are my balls”

“in here somewhere?”

“that’s my anus please stop prodding at it”

^ what panickyintheuk said

Thinking vaginal stimulation is all we need is like us thinking that rubbing your taint should be all you need - I mean, it’s kinda pleasant, but yeah no.

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  • men get into something not aimed at their gender:

    get special titles like "brony." recognition by creators. heralded for defying gender appeal. get documentary.

  • women get into something not aimed at their gender:

    not real fans. probably secret friend zone warriors deadset on erasing men from the human race. get insulting demeaning memes and sexual harassment.

blackwallflower:

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artisticvegan:

little-vegan-caterpillar:

criminallyinane:

what in the EVER LIVING FUCK /IS THIS/ wow they can’t even understand that she is from a continent that isn’t Africa. IM SO STARTLED AND CONCERNED AND JUST GENERALLY ALARMED

Wow. This is why I hate religion.

This is why I hate white people

This made me feel physically ill…

I really hope this is a joke but even if it is, why would you make this video ugh

I couldn’t even get through the racism in the beginning…their ignorance physically hurts. I hope Sara never hangs out with them again, poor girl.

this can’t be real. 

I literally could not even finish this. This is what happens when you teach your kids that your religion is the only right one and everyone else is damed to hellfire. It poisons them. It turns them into idiots. Racist idiots apparently. This is disgusting. She literally cannot understand that there are other religions and they are no less real than her own.

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fleurdulys:

The Irritating Gentleman - Berthold Woltze

1874

I know that feel, Painting Lady. 

My bus ride to and from work every day.

They never published the second picture, which was the one where she backhanded him in the fucking face for getting all up in her shit.

Oh great, good to know this has been a problem for HUNDREDS OF YEARS CAN WE PLEASE STOP DOING THIS ALREADY JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE

Everyone is overlooking something very significant in this picture, that I saw in two seconds, that adds a layer of super slime to his whole awful attitude. “The Irritating Gentleman” is a politeness.

She’s wearing all black in 1874. Black gloves, hat, cloak, and dress. In public. The whole nine yards. That’s not a fashion choice or a gothic thing. Back then when people wore all black like that, they were in mourning for someone who died. No one did mourning like the Victorians, that shit was an art form to them.

Someone in her family has died—she could even be a young widow. No one’s accompanying her either. With the carpet bag? She’s traveling alone while still in deep mourning. Look at the closeup. She’s got tears in her eyes. She is upset, devastated in a way that one is only when someone has died. And the guy’s still bothering her, like her problems are flippant bullshit and she needs to just smile or pay attention to him because ladies are supposed to be pleasing for men no matter what shit they’re going through. That’s not a look of “what an ass.” That’s a look of devastation that even in her pain, she’s expected to give people like him focus. She’s not mad. She’s hurt. And to add insult to injury? Everyone would be able to tell. It was a clear sign and still is in ways that someone is mourning, to dress in black crepe like that. He would know why she’s wearing all black, and he’s still demanding her attention.

What an insufferable dick.

At least I’m not the only one who saw this.

soulbrotherv2:

The last faces of American slavery: Stunning pictures of men and women who were born into slavery and photographed more than 70 years after being freed

by Beth Stebner 

In the 1920s and 1930s, an interest in slave narratives was rekindled, and as part of the Federal Writers’ Project of the Work Progress Administration, more than 2,000 first-person accounts of slavery were collected, as well as 500 black and white photographs. 

The collection was compiled in 17 states between 1936 and 1938. Many of the former slaves interviewed were well into their 80s and 90s – some were even past 100. 

One former slave, Sarah Gudger, claimed she was 121. She told the federal writer: ‘Yo’ know de sta’s don’ shine as bgright as dey did back den. I wonah wy dey don’. Dey jes’ don’ shine as bright.’ Many of the collected accounts are written phonetically, giving further insight to their linguistics, mannerisms, and characters.  [Continue reading and view more photographs.]

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