I’ve just read a story about a colony in Bolivia where the women have been repeatedly drugged and raped for years. Apparently a group of men decided that spraying some sort of livestock anaesthetic into people’s homes and then having their way with the passed out people inside was a good hobby. For years these women would wake up naked with grass in their hair, ropes tied around their wrists or ankles and blood and semen on their bedding. Eventually they started admitting to each other that it was happening and discovered that it was happening all around them. At first people didn’t believe them. Everything was a mess, until finally some men were caught.
My question is a naive one perhaps: How the fuck does this happen?
What makes a man decide that he is going to do this kind of thing? With his friends!
Were these guys sitting around in a bar one day, and then one of them happened to have just enough beer to make him bravely admit that he has always wanted to sneak into houses and rape women and children? And the rest of them were all “Gee dude, I can’t get it up when the missus is awake and the sex is consensual.”
And then they’re all “Dudes! Let’s start a RAPE club!”
Everyone is all yeah yeah yeah let’s do THAT!
“The first rule of rape club: bring your own drugs.”
Really. I want to understand. Because I haven’t felt quite this what the fuck about anything in a while. The shittiness of mankind has become typical and for the most part I have become numb.
Who raised you people? And why were they so shit at it? What set of circumstances lead to this…because I think we need to learn how to avoid this kind of thing.
You know – I risk being stoned for saying this – but regular rape I can almost understand. I don’t condone or excuse it, but I get it. I get that maybe your mom treated you badly or some girl broke your heart or your dad taught you that you own women or whatever it is that makes you feel like you need to overpower someone who is hopeless to defend herself….
But a Rape Syndicate? Really??!
Gang rape is hard enough to understand. I have never been able to wrap my head around why a man would force his penis into a vagina that is already filled with the previous man’s semen. I’m sorry. I know that is graphic and gross. I can can almost come to terms with your need to be a bullying asshole – but gang rape just goes beyond my realm of comprehension.
And Rape Syndicates?
My mind is truly blown.
Gosh… that title sounds a bit like something you would tell your ministers so they could pray for you. Or arrange a chastity belt. Or keep you away from sharp objects…
…actually that seems about right….
I can’t think of any of my thoughts today. This is a bit disturbing because my head is usually buzzing with all sorts of crap. Where the freak did it all go?
Hmmm…. I must wonder if it isn’t perhaps all this writing I’ve been doing lately. All the thoughts are out. Now I need to go and get some more…. But where?
Anyway – the point is I am un-plagued by thoughts to vomit out onto this blog today. So I was just popping in to say “hi” and to honour the commitment I have made to myself to blog at least once every week day.
If you’ve read this far then I feel very awkward for both of us…
On second thought…if you’ve read this far you are clearly bored so why don’t you go and check out my new blog of awesomeness:
Pretending to Cook
Cool, huh? And if you’re one of those secretly-cheating-in-the-kitchen maestros then please do consider sharing some of your secrets with us.*
By “secrets” I do not mean what positions you use over the kitchen counter.
It’s about FOOD, people!!!
I’ve been home schooling the kids for about seven months now but haven’t actually said much about it. Mostly because it makes me cry a lot and sometimes it makes me throw things at my husband. No. I’m not really kidding.
This whole thing has been frustrating from the beginning. I think that you have to be a certain kind of person to be taken seriously in the home schooling world. Otherwise The Universe is just fucking with me. Read the rest of this entry »
August 6th,2013 Kids
I read the first four Harry Potter books (consecutively and in a very short space of time) during the same year that I decided that what I really wanted in life was to be a writer. Of course I only admitted the writing thing years later, but they did sort of happen at the same time. I shall never be a JK Rowling and the chances of me writing fantasy are pretty slim, but I think the existence of Harry Potter did a lot for a lot of us, and I am no exception. After that I wrote sporadically and waited impatiently for books 5, 6 & 7 to be published. And then I wrote the first draft of my novel. And then I got divorced. And then I stopped reading for almost two years… Read the rest of this entry »
I’m missing Thailand. Have you ever felt like you were homesick, even though you were already home? I get that feeling sometimes. A little bit displaced. Frustrated. Like I’m supposed to be somewhere else, but there is no where else to be. I’m not missing a person…all my people are here. It’s a strange feeling. Read the rest of this entry »
Everyone is up in arms at the moment over a proposed law that is going to ban parents from spanking their kids or exercising any form of corporal punishment in their homes. The spank-lovers are up in arms because they want to spank their kids. The religious folk are up in arms because “sparing the rod” goes against the bible. “Normal people” are up in arms because they were spanked as kids and they turned out “just fine” and then all the anti-spankers are up in arms because everyone else is up in arms. Read the rest of this entry »
I was accused of being a mother fucking gay racist yesterday. Why? Because a black guy asked me a few questions about Harry Potter (because he didn’t understand) and I suggested he read the books. Read the rest of this entry »
July 31st,2013 WTF Stuff
I’m pretty sure that I’ve been told by every single person who I’ve had any sort of relationship with that I think too much. Sometimes I think it’s a Nadine thing. Other times it’s just a “woman” thing. Whatever it is…it’s definitely a thing. And possibly a dangerous thing.
Lately I’ve had patriotism on my mind quite a lot. I always thought of myself a very patriotic. I have an American passport….or I at least have the right to one (technically it is currently missing)…and as a teen I quickly discovered that random people ask to marry you when you have a foreign passport. It’s kind of like being able to buy yourself a husband simply by sharing with him the right to live somewhere else. The only thing is that I always felt it was kind of wasted on me. Don’t get me wrong…I love America (even though these days it is very unfashionable to do so…) but I have always knows that I would never live there. Not permanently. I considered it once (for a man…of course) but even “being in love” didn’t turn it into something I wanted to do. So I don’t really need that passport. I like having it because it means that I can use the short queue at the airport when I arrive in the States…but that’s about it. Read the rest of this entry »
My one and only baby turned five today and I find myself trying to avoid the cliché of musing about how it feels like only yesterday that I had to be rushed to the hospital after going into extremely premature labour. The whole world just kind of stopped that day and the only thought that raced through my mind over and over and over again was “It has to be this one. I only want you.”
Maybe that sounds dumb. Maybe being a mom is enough to make you understand, or maybe you need to be in a situation where you might lose your child in order to understand. He was so damn tiny. With arms the width of my fingers…and I have skinny fingers. Read the rest of this entry »
July 29th,2013 My Noah