Awwwwww Yeah vol. 226

 Hollywood is never honest about rape. Unattractive people get raped every day and yet, we never see the cinematic depictions of the rape of unattractive people. Not once. How do I know? Let’s start with the anecdotal: A Hollywood producer (who will remain nameless here) maintained an extensive library of every rape scene seen in films he could get his hands on. Thousands. No ugly people.

This is far from accidental. Hollywood plays with rape. Rape as titillation. Rape as foreplay. Rape as plot device. Rape as wish fulfillment.

Which is to say even the word “rape”, insofar as it evokes the rape of other people, rarely involves people who people don’t want to imagine being raped and who, if you’re one of those people now imagining it, will always imagine the victims to be attractive. Because if they weren’t, well who, after all, would want to rape them?

And when I say “people” here is it necessary to say that I really mean “men”?

You Are Getting Sleepy: The Disturbing Case of the Risible Rapist

I spent three weeks with Bill Cosby. And, total disclosure: I wish him ill.