Ialdabaoth
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Joined: 5/4/2008 From: Tempe, AZ Status: offline
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ORIGINAL: tazzygirl Im hardly stupid. neither are you. Again, despite his candid style or asking what may otherwise seem rhetorical, I don't recall Ialda ever actually begging the question. But, fixating on the use of one adjective in one post because it seems dismissive of unviersal human value isn't really addressing the topic. Neither was he addressing the topic by addressing her that way Actually, yes I was. Everyone here has this wonderfully quaint notion that "the Rules" mean something. Even when you point out that no one agrees what "the Rules" are; even when you point out that "the Rules" get violated all the damn time; even when you point out that "the Rules" cannot be followed, people keep crawling back to "the Rules" as some end-all, be-all of "clean living". There are no rules; there's just what happens. We get all worked up in this bullshit of "oh, maybe if I tried harder", or "oh, maybe if she just had a better support network", or "oh, maybe I should help out", or "oh, maybe he just needs to grow a pair", but all that bullshit is arbitrary. Two people can be in goddamned identical situations, and we'll say that one is "being a doormat and needs to man up" and the other is "being abused and needs to be rescued". We'll jump in and rescue people who are perfectly happily consenting to their relationship while we sit by and cluck our tongues while someone else screams for help. There are no goddamned rules. It's just what happens. It's just what we allow to happen. It's just what we allow to happen. Us. Flawed, imperfect, clueless little apes, operating out of our hairy primate instinct far more often than out of anything approaching the prefrontal cortex's level of complex rationality. Because this shit is complicated. It isn't pithy. It can't be distilled down to little Rules and Maxims and Words like "abuse" and "doormat" and "respect" and "consent", because those terms are utterly arbitrary. There is no reality to them; there is only the social consensus we weave to keep from pissing ourselves in fear from the realization that none of this shit makes any goddamn sense. Some people get away with shit, other people don't, and other people never even have what they do blip on the radar. Just how it is. Let me put it another way: I remember being 12 years old. I remember being stripped naked, dragged out of the boy's locker room, held down outside and anally penetrated with a broomstick, all while screaming for someone to help. Then I remember being thrown into the girl's locker room while the girls were undressing. I remember being dragged in front of the principle, and suspended for inappropriate behavior. Then I remember being sternly talked to by very concerned parents, who were afraid that I was turning into some sort of pervert. Was I abused? No. You know why? Because no one allowed what happened to be called "abuse". And what good does it do to throw one label on it or another? We pick "good" guys and "bad" guys all the time, with no goddamn clue what's actually happening. That story I just told you? I could have made it all up. You have no clue. I could just be sitting here, whining for attention. You decide whether I was "abused". If you see me now, working my ass off to get other people what they want, while begging for help with my mental health issues, you decide whether I'm a "doormat" or a "con man". And you don't decide that based on what I do; you decide that based on how you feel about me - well before you gather any evidence. Because any evidence you do gather will just be used to justify your preconceived notions. Read this and then we'll talk about whether anything any of us want to say about the subject "means" anything. Then you tell me if you think I was abused as a kid.
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