Explain Death Note to me please
A juggalo, a deeply uncharismatic sociopath, and Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge-era Gerard Way walk into a bar.
They order drinks. This happens in a montage. The drinks arrive, also in a montage. There is choral chanting.
The sociopath and Gerard Way share the same drink, sipping from different straws. They stare at one another in silence. The juggalo looks on.
A long time passes. It is difficult to say how long. But just as it finally seems as though the sociopath may be about to say something out loud, Gerard Way rises and disappears into the bar bathroom.
He does not return.
Moments later, a twelve year old in a cheap wig and an off-brand Lestat enter. The sociopath and juggalo exchange glances. They did not expect company.
The newcomers’ presence changes the whole vibe. The bar is weird now. How did this middle-schooler get in here? Why are he and not-Lestat fighting? Is anyone expected to care?
The sociopath remembers sharing a definitely non-sexual vodka cranberry with Gerard Way. Simpler times.
The juggalo starts to feel like he’s hanging out with the wrong people.
Not-Lestat, it turns out, can’t hold his liquor, and folds down, head on the bar, in a matter of minutes. You can’t help but wonder why he was invited at all.
Meanwhile, the kid starts flicking pieces of olive off the garnish tray at the sociopath. The sociopath tries to enjoy his lonely vodka cranberry. The kid persists. The sociopath flicks an olive back. The kid gets up from his bar stool, walks across the room, and puts a cocktail umbrella through the sociopath’s eye.
More choral music. Flashbacks to excruciatingly recent events. The kid leaves. The sociopath slides to the floor. Gerard Way still hasn’t come out of the bathroom. The juggalo sees himself out.
The bartender wonders how this fucking trainwreck is so popular.
This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.
“Everybody needs beauty…places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul alike.” - John Muir
Photograph by Katerina Plotnikova
Graduated high school| Kissed someone.| Collected something really stupid.| Smoked a cigarette.| Got so drunk you passed out. | Rode every ride at an amusement park. | Gone to a rock concert.| Helped someone.| Gone fishing.| Watched four movies in one night. | Gone long periods of time without sleep.| Lied to someone.| Snorted cocaine. | Failed a class. | Smoked weed.| Dealt drugs. | Been in a car accident.| Been in a tornado. | Been to a funeral.| Burned yourself.| Ran a marathon.| Cried yourself to sleep.| S pent over $200 in one day.| Flown on a plane.| Cheated on someone. | Been cheated on. | Written a 10 page letter.| Gone skiing. | Been sailing.| Had a best friend.| Lost someone you loved. | Shoplifted something. | Been to jail. | Dangerously close to being in jail. | Had detention. | Got in trouble for something you didn’t do. | Stolen books from the library.| Gone to a different country. | Dropped out of school. | Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.| Had an online diary.| Had a yard sale. | Had a lemonade stand. | Actually made money at the lemonade stand. | Been in a school play. | Been fired from a job. | Swam with dolphins.| Taken a lie detector test. | Voted for someone on a reality TV show. | Written poetry. | Read more than 20 books a year.| Gone to Europe.| Loved someone you shouldn’t have. | Used a coloring book over age 12. | Had surgery. | Had stitches.| Taken a taxi. | Seen the Washington Monument.| Had more than 5 IM’s/online conversations going at once. | Overdosed. | Been in a fist fight/split one up. | Gone surfing in California. | Had a hamster/guinea pig. | Pet a wild animal. | Used a credit card. | Did “spirit day” at school.| Dyed your hair.| Got a tattoo. | Got straight A’s. | Been on the Honor Roll. | Know someone with HIV or AIDS. | Made out with someone. | Played on a sports team. |Snuck out of the house. | Swore at a teacher. | Gone laser tagging. | Had a romantic relationship.| Been on the TV. | French braided .| Skinny-dipped. | Driven a car.| Performed in front of an audience.| Gone bungee-jumping. | Been to Mexico. | Crashed a car. | Sky dived. | Been kissed in the rain. | Made an 11:11 wish.| Drank alcohol.| Forwarded a chain letter. | Made a mistake.
Thus, the logic of the feminist argument to “Teach men not to rape” is revealed.
Yes because it’s such a radical notion to expect rapists to control themselves.
Uh, we do tell thieves not to rob, though. We actually spend a lot of energy teaching kids that stealing is wrong. We keep trying to teach them it’s wrong through their teens and adult years.
And when someone gets robbed? Cops don’t ask them if their front door was locked. They don’t ask them if they invited the thief into their house and maybe said the thief was free to take things before changing their mind the next day. And this is true even though sometimes people do get robbed by folks they invite in under false pretenses.
Cops and lawyers and judges don’t work together to make people who get robbed feel like shit for not installing extra security systems or putting bars on their windows. They don’t use people’s former history of inviting neighbors in and letting them borrow stuff to argue that they had no right to expect someone to respect their property. The media doesn’t talk about how the thief’s promising life was ruined by their victim’s decision to prosecute.
Your metaphor is bad and you should feel bad.
All this, but also:
What exactly is “locking your door?” When you’re locking the door to your house, that’s a single, quick, well-defined action that is definitely effective and has little impact on your overall lifestyle. If you know of anything that women can do to prevent rape that’s as low-impact and reliable as remembering to turn a key a couple times a day, please, tell me about it! Tell everyone! This could be some revolutionary shit!
But if what you really mean is something more like “don’t go into the cartoonishly obvious dark alleys that no doubt litter your city, and don’t dress in a way that suggests you have a corporeal body, and don’t associate with dangerous men (shouldn’t be hard to identify them, all dangerous men have prominent “DANGEROUS MAN” facial tattoos), and don’t go outdoors alone at night, and don’t go to parties or at least for God’s sake don’t ever drink at parties, and I saw this one email saying you shouldn’t wear ponytails and hey did you hear about this magical fingernail polish?”…
Well, there’s a lot I can say about all that, but all I’m going to say right now is that’s a bit more than turning a key.