Living authentic religious tradition, living authentic and integral honor and realized fucking authenticity, isn’t always about gods and trees and Jung. Sometimes it is about repairing the fucking world you live in, at the social or criminal or linguistic or cultural level. Sometimes you can do this with your words, often you can do this with your actions, and every once in a while you need to do this with a Molotov cocktail. But for now, let’s save the liquor for libation, and try to use our words. (Or in some cases, the witholding of words, when they do naught but stall and stagnate the progress others toil to achieve for the betterment of all.)
Corvus Cardia addresses one of our culture’s most pervasively fucked up issues head-on today, here, wherein she says, on the subject of rape culture and related social considerations:
To which I add:
This. A hundred percent this. Fuck the injurious culture, fuck the permissive douchey whining from a place of challenged privilege, and fuck the culturally endorsed insecurities that hurt women and all-too-fucking-often prevent boys from ever becoming men. Fuck the hetero-centric entitlement-ego-engorged worthless men who can’t see past their own fragility to step the fuck up and bring change to this pattern of pervasive disregard, and fuck the men who can’t find it in their tiny little hearts to shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down if they aren’t capable of being part of the process of progression and change. Fuck. Also, fucking props to everyone — men who ally themselves appropriately to these endeavors, and the courageous and inspiring women who take a stand against this shit. But seriously. Fuck the fact that this is even “a thing”, and fuck everyone who is a godsdamned part of keeping it that way. Change is still a thing, people, even in 2014: to get it, we need to actually progress (e.g. move, preferably in a forward sort of direction) ahead, and if you find that your tires are flat or the tread of your boots worn to a dangerous smooth, do the rest of society a favor and just get the fuck out of the way. Silently. Like corpses.
And now for coffee. And Irish whiskey.