This is a thread for discussing toxic masculinity and the effects and consequences thereof.
Yikes! I knew Jezebel had problems, but I didnât know theyâd flat out made fun of domestic abuse.
Even if itâs extremely tasteless satire, how has this writer not faced professional consequences?
Another editor slapped a guy when âhe told me he thought he had breast cancer.â (Okay, that one made us laugh really hard.)
The fuck? Way to kick someone when theyâre down. Literally
I see that Jezebel article is from â07, but it does not sound like it would be a nice place to work! Boasting about hitting romantic partners and laughing at their health scares? The lunch room must be so much funâŚ
It kinda floored me. Thatâs why I wonder if it was intended as extremely tasteless satire; not that that makes it okay.
And why I wanted to google what the author had been up to more recently. I canât say their more recent activity sounded especially redeeming.
That said, I do want to point out that Jezebel has published some good journalism in the past and their decision to give people who make fun of domestic abuse a platform shouldnât necessarily reflect on those other journalists who havenât.
Totally. Iâm not going to stop reading their good articles. But that one gave me flashbacks to junior high and all the âmean girls.â Gah. I would not feel at home working with the people described in that first article. I hope itâs a small percentage of the overall staff. And even smaller now than when it was published.
Wait, isnât this a thread on misogyny? Not like, misandry?
Edit: My comment no longer makes sense here, so Iâll add that it was moved here with other comments from the âmisogynyâ thread.
Misandry is a fallacy, rightly ridiculed as we do in the misandry thread. At the risk of stating the obvious, misogyny is a structural inequity that simply does not exist as misandry.
This comment does a better job than I could of succinctly summarizing why I regard the actual situations made light of as a patriarchal product of toxic masculinity.
So yes, I think itâs misogynistic.
Fun fact: men do get breast cancer. At a tiny percentage of the risk women face, but absolutely not zero. And those who get it often face disbelief and ridicule.
Thatâs why I was so shocked at the reaction.
richard roundtree is one of the most famous men who had it. he had a double mastectomy and wore a prosthesis for action films afterwards.
Whoever wrote that should henceforth be addressed as âHey, Insecure Control Freak.â
The inverse implication is also terrible: âany woman who calls me by my name is totally hitting on meâ, which is justâŚgross.
powerful
Torch
The old man cruises our neighborhood
in a 2-tone Chevy built like a fort;
he offers 25 cents to the girls
whoâll come close enough to let him pinch
a cheekâgaze hidden behind dark
glasses, one hand on the wheel,
one eye on the rearview mirror.
Across the street, we dare
each other: you do it; no,
you do itâpulled as much by the glory
of what a whole quarter buys,
by the yearning to be wanted
by someoneâweâre just trailer court kids
on a Saturday made of asphalt,
shaggy pines and rain. Our mothers
chain smoke Pall Malls inside thin walls,
fathers or stepfathers or mothersâ boyfriends
out hunting work or already drinking.
Weâve all spent nights waiting outside The Mecca
in our parentsâ old cars, peering over back seats
into dark windows as if wishing
could erase those light-years of distance.
I am a hungry heart on skinny legs,
standing on the edge of a journeyâ
no maps, no guides, instincts muddled
by neglect or abandonment or mistake;
naked, letting other people dress me
in trust, shame, lust. I want to say
I will learn how to hide my longingâ
that invisible sign scrawled on my forehead
like an SOS revealing my location to the enemyâ
but the truth is something more like this:
If there is a patron saint of trailer courts,
if Our Lady of the Single-Wide watches over
potholed streets, crew-cut bullies,
stolen bikes and wildflower ditches, if
children learn to brandish scabs and scars
like medals; if a prayer exists to banish predatorsâ
well, no one taught me that magic.
So I step into that road, cross that street,
take that bribeâand keep walking, out
of that trailer park, away from that childhood.
I follow my hunger, my emptiness, the flame
on my forehead not betrayal but reminder:
itâs not wrong to want, to askânot wrongâ
I keep the beacon lit so love might see me.
What the everlasting fuck?
Brilliant. It makes perfect sense to me that a lot of truck nuts fans would probably love to have the same on their guns. I mean, we understood they were keeping guns for phallic rather than practical purposes anyway, and they clearly love inanimate testicles, so why wouldnât this be a thing?