A minute of filmmaking advice from the great Douglas Sirk.
I smoked for 13 years from 1993 to 2006. I can’t remember my first smoke but I remember the last on 31st July 2006.
That is till recently I began again in Feb-11 and have, hopefully, quit again. I know the reaction this elicits. A serial smoker can’t quit, once a smoker always a smoker, etc….
Gang rape was seen [by commenters defending wartime rape] as essential in the process of bonding men together as men. This trait is common in gang rapes in civilian contexts, too particularly in fraternity rapes: the perpetrators are effectively competing with one another tho show superior strength and virility. […] Or, as another man who participated in the rape and killing of a Vietnamese woman explained, he was ‘afraid of being ridiculed.’ He was particularly terrified of being derided as ‘queer’ and ‘chicken’ — so he followed his comrades in raping the woman.
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Joanna Bourke, Rape: Sex, Violence, History It’s not like this mentality is news to me. It’s not. The idea that it would be is kind of a joke. I’ve been reading and writing about rape for much too long to be surprised. But I remain profoundly disturbed and distressed. I can’t read these sentence and not freeze in my tracks with a sense of uninhibited dread in the pit of my stomach, asking myself how it is that we’ve succeeded in creating a society where some men are genuinely more terrified of being called “queer” or “chicken” than of actually being a rapist and murderer. How we’ve let violent, compulsory masculinity progress so far that it is seen as better, safer, and more admirable to violate and execute a woman than to risk someone suggesting that you might in some way be like a woman. (via thecurvature) |
