Archive for 2018

ROBBIE SOAVE: Asia Argento Is Why I Don’t Believe All Victims: Attorneys for the #MeToo leader now claim Jimmy Bennett “sexually attacked” her.

Asia Argento, the Italian actress and #MeToo movement leader who was recently accused of sexually assaulting an underage male actor named Jimmy Bennett, is now claiming that Bennett “sexually attacked” her in 2013. According to her attorney, Argento was the victim in the situation, which he summarized as “a misunderstood interaction between her and Bennett that was initiated by Bennett, perpetrated upon Asia, and resulted in her ‘freezing’ and being placed in a ‘state of shock.'”

I don’t believe her. In fact, this is a textbook example of why the fourth-wave feminist notion that we should automatically believe all victims is pernicious.

Why don’t I believe Argento? For one thing, she paid Bennett $380,000* to keep him quiet about it. For another, she took a post-sex photo with him in bed, and it does not show a woman who looks like she was just attacked.

Also, she shows every sign of being a nasty piece of work in general.

PURGING ACADEMIA OF CONTRARY VIEWS: Pro-free speech professor Rick Mehta fired by Acadia University.

A Facebook friend who’s also a Canadian academic comments: “A brown immigant classical liberal evolutionary psychology professor gets fired for questioning Social Justice Warriors in Academia.”

GET WOKE, GO BROKE: NFL Season Opener Ratings Plunge: “In one of the lowest season openers ratingswise and facing portions of a cable news-covered rally by a very NFL critical President Donald Trump, last night’s game is not only down from last year, but 2016, 2015 and 2014 – all of which saw successive declines.”

MEN AND CONSENT: WHATEVER YOU DO, IT’S WRONG:

At another point he kissed me from forehead to toe and said, “I think that’s everywhere.” And I almost told him that was unfair; he hadn’t asked my consent. Although I would say yes to all manner of sexual touching, that much sweetness had the power to break my heart.

At the end of the night, he said, “See you soon,” and took an Uber back to his apartment through the snow.

Afterward I sat in bed, thinking about the encounter. I knew I had been a little dismissive of all of his asking, but in fact I had liked it as a form of caretaking. I just wasn’t used to being taken care of in that way.

Sex makes me feel unsafe, not because of the act itself but because my partners so often disappear afterward, whether I waited hours or months before the first time. So it’s after sex when I feel truly vulnerable.

Yet something else about his asking also made me uneasy. It seemed legalistic and self-protective, imported more from the courtroom than from a true sense of caretaking. And each time he asked, it was as if he assumed I lacked the agency to say no on my own — as if he expected me to say no, not believing that a woman would have the desire to keep saying yes.

The 21st Century isn’t turning out as I’d hoped. But the roommate seems more sensible.

IN THE EMAIL… OKAY, NO, BECAUSE IT’S MINE, SO IN THE HARD DRIVE OF THE PUBLISHING COMPUTER, FROM SARAH A. HOYT: Trade Winds, a short story collection.

NOT QUITE.  WE’RE JUST MAL-EDUCATING:  What We Have Here Is Failure To Educate.  The might and science of education has been brought to bear to teach successive generations to stop thinking.

READ IT AND WEEP: The Sum of All Tears. Or, if you prefer, “Oh, you sweet Summer child. Bless your heart.”

SO THE INSTA-WIFE’S FAVORITE COFFEE MUG HAD GOTTEN ALL NASTY AND STAINED INSIDE, and the dishwasher couldn’t touch it. Solution: Barkeeper’s Friend! It literally took me about 30 seconds with a sponge and a liberal dash of the stuff to have it sparkling clean, making me a hero.

That stuff rocks. Good for everything from kitchenware to grubby car and boat exhausts.

Just another one of my hypermasculine cleaning tips.

IT’S BEEN A QUIET HURRICANE SEASON SO FAR, BUT IT ISN’T OVER: Florence poised to become monster Category 4 hurricane and head toward SC, East Coast.

Tropical Storm Florence is moving into warmer water and is expected to become a catastrophic hurricane again by Wednesday.

The odds have increased that it could make landfall on the East Coast anywhere from South Carolina to the north, perhaps as a Category 4 monster with pummeling winds at least 130 mph — similar to the devastating Hurricane Hugo, which struck Charleston in 1989.

Computer runs suggested that Thursday is the earliest any landfall would take place.

One of my Facebook friends is already organizing convoys of 4-wheel-drive vehicles to be prepositioned inland. It’s like the Cajun Navy, but with SUVs.