Warning: May Induce Rage And Disgust

Warning: may induce rage and disgust

So, a guy recorded a live-streamed rape and blogged about it on StickyDrama (I'm not linking to that shit - go do your own google search), a website primarily for tweens and teenagers. And he didn't report the rape to police

Yes, that's real. Wanna know what makes it worse? This guy is the owner of StickyDrama and is 31 years-old. But wait! There's more! He eventually handed his evidence over to police - but only after they seized his software 3 months later.

That shit makes me sick. Go ahead and click on the link. It creates all sorts of rage. But the most stab-inducing one is the following quote:

"We could not help but feel the handling of the warrant was … well … rude! We would have happily handed over our recording to the police, had they only asked us. But instead of sending a courteous email, the police took our server offline without warning.

The fuck, bitch? Seriously? The police had to ask nicely for the rape evidence that you had? The fact that they had to even ask was bad enough but you wanted them to say please? This guy makes 4chan look almost bearable. Almost.

What the fuck happened to respect? Do we really have to keep educating people about how wrong rape is? What makes a person think it's okay to make fun of a rape victim? What the hell is wrong with people??

Argh, too much rage. I can't even finish writing this.

coketalk:

It takes a special kind of narcissism to celebrate ignorance by comparing one’s self to genius.

You know you want to hear more about this hero. Click on the heading to read the article.

newsweek:

unburyingthelead:

  You just can’t make this stuff up. The Ladies Against Feminism (for real) co-sponsored a “baby conference”where Michelle Duggar of TLC’s 19 Kids and Counting received the “Mother of the Year Award.”

As Amanda tweeted, “I fail to see how being physically capable of non-stop pregnancy is the same thing as being the world’s best mother…That’s like saying the guy who can eat 50 hot dogs in a minute is the world’s greatest gourmand.” Why is ultimate motherhood simply about having as many babies as possible? And when oh when is the Christian Right going to stop promoting the notion that women’s ultimate purpose is incubating?

I also think it’s worth noting that the founder of Ladies Against Feminism, Jennifer Chancey thinks women shouldn’t vote or hold office. So apparently being a dope mother is also about teaching your children that women don’t deserve or need equal rights.

via Shelby Knox.

Nwk friend Kathryn Joyce wrote a very nice piece for us a few years ago (and a nicer book) about the Quiverfull movement that is behind things like this.

The Room - a poorly attempted review

This post is dedicated to the friend who gave me his spare ticket. I would say more nice words but his ego is big enough and I already bought him a chicken kebab.

Holy shit, Tommy Wiseau. Holy shit.

On Saturday night I was lucky enough to get a ticket to see The Room. This is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. I’m gonna frame my ticket. Holy shit.

The Room is described as “the Citizen Kane of bad movies.” Audiences all over the world have gathered together to touch base with their inner bitches and laugh at this film. It’s so bad that it came out the other end and is now cinematic gold.

The Room is the world’s most hilariously confusing soft-core mystery-porn. Who knew that was a genre? I would give a breakdown of the plot but I honestly don’t know what the fuck happened. There was a love triangle. There were framed spoons in the background (of course I’m not kidding). There was a football. There was boning and it was awkward. Things didn’t make any damn sense.

The three primary actors are Johnny (Tommy Wiseau), Lisa (Juliette Danielle) and Mark (Greg Sestero). Johnny is the main character. He has an accent that I can’t place. The best description I can think of is Arnold Schwarzenegger: drunk and high. Mark is his best friend and we know this because it gets repeated. A lot. Lisa is Johnny’s “hot” fiancé but is cheating on him with Mark. Lisa is probably my favourite character out of the lot. Think of the 3 trashiest towns in your area. She is a combination of their finest, but with a super special extra dose of crazy. At one point it’s announced that she is pregnant, but she then back tracks and says that she made it up because she was bored. BORED! Ahahahaha!

It’s like Tommy Wiseau wanted to make a film about the Dawson-Joey-Pacey love triangle from Dawson’s Creek. But he wanted to make everything worse: acting, actors, dialogue, sets, shots - EVERYTHING! He also decided to throw in a bit of the drama from Dawson’s Creek, but didn’t which ones to go with. Happily, Wiseau seems to have looked at all his options and decided that shit, they’re all good! Imma use ‘em all.

Every subplot was picked up and dropped almost immediately. But that's okay because these unexplored subplots certainly bring the LOLs. A secondary character gets roughed up by a drug dealer that he owes money to, and then it's never mentioned again. Another character announces that she has cancer. Her 5-second announcement is all the time that is spent on this. How fabulous is that?

Sometimes/often when I go to movies I end up laughing loudly at inappropriate times. I’m usually the only one. Not this time. The laughter was so intense that I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing a few times. I’ve never been in a movie with audience participation like this. There were waves of plastic spoons being thrown. That’s not an exaggeration – those bastards kept flying over the crowd. After all, why clap when you can throw a spoon? I left the cinema to the sounds of laughter and plastic spoons being crunched underfoot. Good times.

The experience of seeing this film was overwhelming. The movie itself is awesomely bad, but the experience of being in that audience was on a level that I've never seen before. We were still quoting lines from this movie at 3am-ish while eating a Kebab after several hours of drinking. At one point, we were trading/yelling one liners with another table who’d been at the same film. I've spent 3 days working on this damn review because every time I sit down to write something, I get overcome by the whole experience. This wasn't really a film that was meant to entertain and tell a story. This was a vanity project that went horribly wrong. This 'shrine' to Tommy Wiseau's self-perceived greatness has turned him into a bizarre joke and apparently he's cool with it, to the point where he shows up and sells merchandise at midnight screenings.

I knew it was gonna be a good night when I got ID’d while buying a bottle of Tui. It was more than that. It was transcendent. I live in a post-Wiseau world now. Come join me. We have footballs.

(via tattoome)

WANT. NOW.