Corey Feldman and His Problems

I was reading some comments over at Breitbart on the Harvey Weinstein meltdown, and Corey Feldman’s name came up. People know that Harvey Weinstein is the tip of the pervert iceberg in Hollywood, and many of us have been reminded of the allegations that Feldman has made:

They were passing us back and forth to each other. [Alison Arngrim] from Little House on the Prairie said [in an interview], “Everybody knew that the two Coreys were just being passed around.” Like it was something people joked about on studio lots. We’re not talking about huge executives and directors that I am aware of that were involved in this. The people that I knew doing it were publicists, they were photographers for teen magazines, things like that.

Horrific stuff, to be sure, and that’s excluding the even more gruesome stuff at the link.

Here’s my problem:

[U]nfortunately California conveniently enough has a statute of limitations that prevents that from happening. Because if I were to go and mention anybody’s name I would be the one that would be in legal problems and I’m the one that would be sued. We should be talking to the district attorneys and the lawmakers in California, especially because this is where the entertainment industry is and this is a place where adults have more direct and inappropriate connection with children than probably anywhere else in the world.

We’ve been hearing for some time about how Feldman is just itching to come forward and name names, but dammit, he just can’t because of that pesky statute of limitations. 

Aside from NBC, the networks would love to get the exclusive interview on this. He could have told The Hollywood Reporter last year. He could talk to the LA Times. Hell, I would talk to him and post the damn thing unedited. At this point, what could the people who molested him do? Sue him?

Obviously, everyone in Hollywood who works with kids isn’t a damn pedophile, so it’s hardly enough to just issue a blanket condemnation on the whole industry, especially if, as Feldman says, one of his abusers is still working. That means, if the story is true, that there’s an abuser working with children right now, and Feldman knows who it is. Right now. But statute of limitations, you know.

Feldman has the chance to be a far bigger hero than any of the aging starlets who suddenly regret blowing Harvey Weinstein. Unfortunately, unless someone, whether or not his name is Corey Feldman, decides to come forward and take the risk, I can’t really conclude that this smoke has a fire.

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Who’s Next?

No doubt Hollywood is hoping that Harvey Weinstein will serve as a proper sacrifice to their false gods. Hey, the man is sick, right? Wealthy people always have an “illness;” everyone else is a criminal or a pervert.

Well, I am not satisfied with this, and one thing that I have discovered as I approach middle age is that if I have a problem with something, I’m probably not alone. The entertainment industry, whether it’s the NFL, Hollywood or the network news channels, expects us to believe that it can impart morality to us plebeians and any evil going on right in front of us is somehow an aberration.

Nope.

“Pretty little slut boy,” was a phrase one lecherous homosexual used to use, in reference to people like me. “Young, dumb, and full of [—],” another slang term often surfaced. I had started in as a dubbing & acquisitions coordinator, so at least I was on the buying end rather than the selling end. If you were trying to break into ad sales, and all you had was your youth and ambition, the pressure was even higher on you to work around the usual rules of ethics to get ahead. Like many young workers in the company at that time, I was not “staff.” I was working under a temporary labor category and “promoted” to coordinator so I could get neither health insurance nor overtime.

I was lithe and had an athletic build, plus I was obviously Puerto Rican. The market niche in which I would fit was quite predictable. What went on, back then, explains the origination of my obesity later in life, after I got out of the Army. Once I was in my late thirties, a part of me hated everything that came with having a “good body.”

[…]

I stepped into the empty conference room, which I remember had glass windows so everyone in the work area outside could see what was happening. The tall, overweight guy on staff stuck his hand up my shorts and grabbed my private parts. “Just let me explain,” he said. This was clearly the usual routine.

Please read the whole thing by Robert Oscar Lopez. This is a game that we all knew was happening, but most of us, and I mean us, chose to ignore it because…I don’t know. We all knew Hollywood is crazy? The movies were fun? I don’t know, but there’s no time like now to start letting them know that we no longer need them.

Donna Karan, True Feminist

Finally. It was beginning to look like no feminist would step forward to defend a powerful male Democrat, but fashion designer Donna Karan (DKNY) has stepped forward to absolve Harvey Weinstein of his sins. Naturally, she does so by blaming women:

I think we have to look at ourselves. Obviously, the treatment of women all over the world is something that has always had to be identified. Certainly in the country of Haiti where I work, in Africa, in the developing world, it’s been a hard time for women.

To see it here in our own country is very difficult, but I also think how do we display ourselves? How do we present ourselves as women? What are we asking? Are we asking for it by presenting all the sensuality and all the sexuality?

When a Democrat’s goose is about to be cooked, you can always count on a feminist to swoop in and save the day. Who would ever have thought that the cult of victimhood would extend to an ultra-rich white guy?

But hey, Republicans are making noise, so at some point there has to be a circling of the wagons. I think that ultimately this whole episode will be forgotten when Buzzhole posts a rumor they heard about Donald Trump and a Russian donkey, complete with anonymous sources and animated gifs. 

What a fucking time to be alive.

Harvey Weinstein, Male Feminist

Well here’s a story that’s about as surprising as the sunrise this morning:

After the New York Times belatedly broke the news of Weinstein’s predatory behavior, the rest of the dam of silence has begun to collapse. At least three women, two of which went on the record, now accuse Weinstein of rape, while dozens of others have come forward to discuss being victimized by varying degrees of sexual assault.

Let’s put this through what I’ll call the Wonkette Rape Matrix of male feminism:

A) Is the man a in question accused of rape?

Yes.

B) Is the man in question a powerful Democrat?

Yes.

Now, we have a dilemma on our hands, or perhaps a contradiction in terms. A powerful Democrat cannot, by definition, be really guilty of rape. That being said, if a woman accuses a man of rape, he must be guilty and cannot possibly be a good feminist. Let us turn back to Rebecca Schoenkopf for clarification:

I can absolutely see Bill Clinton doing this (then, not now) and not even thinking of it as rape, but thinking of it as dominant, alpha sex. I can see a LOT of men doing that during that time period, before we started telling them in the ’80s, “hey, that is rape, do not do that.” I can see YOUR NICE GRANDPA doing that, back then.

So, because a powerful Democrat once raped a woman and didn’t really think of it as rape, it wasn’t really “rape rape,” to use Whoopie Goldberg’s phrase. Moreover, that must mean that all men did this in those long ago 1970s. Hell, the 70s might as well have been 2005, right?

To sum up, I think Bill Clinton could very well have raped Juanita Broaddrick; that it doesn’t make him an evil man, or irredeemable (I’m Catholic; we’re all forgiven, if we’re sorry, and Broaddrick says Bill Clinton personally called her up to apologize). It doesn’t even necessarily make him a bad feminist — you know, later, once he stops doing that.

You see, all it takes is one female feminist (read: Democrat) to forgive the male feminist in order for him to maintain his feminist credentials; it doesn’t even have to be the woman he raped. Jesus said that. It’s somewhere in the Bible: “Verily, he who is forgiven has to be really really sorry. He doesn’t have to stop doing that shit, and he doesn’t even have to believe in Me” (Gospel According to Andrea 66:6).

Now all we need is one feminist to lay hands on Harvey Weinstein (not in that way, you weirdo) and he will remain a male feminist in good standing.

Hillary, we’re looking at you.

Update: Hillary Clinton sort of releases a sort of statement:

“I was shocked and appalled by the revelations about Harvey Weinstein,” Clinton said in the statement. “The behavior described by the women coming forward cannot be tolerated. Their courage and the support of others is critical in helping to stop this kind of behavior.”

Notice that she doesn’t actually say anything about Harvey Weinstein in this bit of meandering Clintonism. This may be a job for a real feminist: Meryl Streep.

Update 2: Vox Day is more optimistic than I am. From a post entitled “The fat pig is toast”:

What a joke. This loser is not at all powerful, he’s overtly and observably pathetic. Just listen to the pig whine and beg. The sickness of any industry that would allow this sort of disgusting creature to have any influence at all is an indication that it should be burned to the ground.

Well, I don’t disagree with the sentiment.

Remember When Wonkette Excused Rape?

In the wake of the Harvey Weinstein kerfuffle, I’ve been halfheartedly trying to get people to remember a rather stunning moment in feminist history. In 2016, Rebecca Schoenkopf at the Gawker-affiliated blog Wonkette said what many of us on the right have suspected: A) she believes that Bill Clinton raped Juanita Broaddrick in 1978 and B) she doesn’t really care.

I think Bill Clinton could very well have raped Juanita Broaddrick; that it doesn’t make him an evil man, or irredeemable (I’m Catholic; we’re all forgiven, if we’re sorry, and Broaddrick says Bill Clinton personally called her up to apologize). It doesn’t even necessarily make him a bad feminist — you know, later, once he stops doing that.

This post created a minor firestorm when it came out; here’s somewhat liberal Ann Althouse:

And this is why we can’t have good feminism. Women — the majority of humanity — who could come together and demand respect and protection for our bodies are susceptible to getting peeled off individually by a man they feel powerfully drawn to and simply must make an exception for. He’s not really bad. He said he was sorry and he’d never do it again. And there she is, the erstwhile feminist, mouthing the biggest domestic violence cliché in the world.

I like Ann’s blog, but I think she misses the mark. The Wonkette piece is feminism, at least as it’s been practiced for the last three decades. Feminists decided in the 1990s (if not before) that they were an arm of the Democrat Party, not a principled advocacy group. This is why all attacks come from within the party and aim outward; contra Althouse, feminists were not so much drawn to Bill Clinton as they were protective of the group that he represents.

It’s not about abortion, birth control or other bugaboos. Had feminists insisted that Clinton had to go, there would have been enough Democrat senators in 1998 to ensure the swearing in of President Gore. Instead, feminists made a Faustian bargain. Problem is, the devil always wins those. (Incidentally, this is why I had respect for Andrea Dworkin even though I didn’t like her. She took a stand on principle and called for Clinton to be thrown out)

So when a clown like Joy Reid says:

Sorry Honey, that ship has sailed. 

At this point, Republican voters are done losing by the other team’s rules, no matter what Paul Ryan or John McCain say. We know that feminists don’t really give a damn what Trump says or does. He is the enemy because he has an R after his name.

You defended Ted Kennedy.

You defended Bill Clinton.

You defended Anthony Weiner.

You’re trying to distract from Harvey Weinstein.

You own this shit.

My Friends Got Drunk and Watched Reality TV

If you liked autoethnography, prepare for exo-autoethnography:

Exo-autoethnography is the autoethnographic exploration of a history whose events the researcher does not experience directly, but a history that impacts the researcher through familial, or other personal connections, by proxy. It is an approach to research and autoethnographic writing that seeks to analyze individual and private experience, as directed by the other’s experience or history, to better understand: a history that affects the researcher indirectly; and personal and community experience as it relates to that history.

Writing a diary about watching The Bachelor with your gal pals is so 2016. The new hotness is interviewing one of your gal pals who watches The Bachelor, and then writing about yourself conducting the interview.

College degrees are becoming worthless because A) So damn many people have them and B) The subject matter is often moronic. Now people can get advanced graduate degrees writing about their feelings. Is there any way, apart from a total overhaul of the educational system, that this ends well?

PhD in Butthurt Studies

I’m not sure where or when the “autoethnography” trend in higher education began. It’s possible that there is simply nothing else to write about in the Humanities and Social Sciences: let’s face it, there are only so many self and other binaries that one can deconstruct. It was only a matter of time then before the practice went meta:

This essay seeks to fill the gap in the literature and make a contribution to the discourse on autoethnographic research. Writing autoethnographically, I share my experience of discovering vile, misogynist, and cruel trolling of autoethnographers and their work on the social media platform Twitter. I reflect on the online hatred I received when I raised the issue publically. Many of the messages I received focused on my perceived inability to cope with opinions other than my own.

Part of me hopes that there is nothing more to research, and that university departments realize it and make necessary changes. It’s far better to have deep knowledge of certain subjects than it is to be original; I would rather a Shakespeare professor know The Merry Wives of Windsor like the back of his or her hand than know a massive catalog of secondary criticism about a single line from Hamlet.

Of course, there’s no use in being optimistic about it. These are the people that gave Gilles Deleuze and Slavoj Zizek a career.

Thanks to Real Peer Review for the inspiration.