I don’t take anything too seriously. It’s a bit of a life motto and it’s helped me navigate a lot of uncomfortable and mildly terrible situations. I usually spend my blogging hours being a sarcastic demon, because I realize I am but a very small fish in a very big pond and don’t presume to know best or to have the right advice or to know the right things to say.

However, occasionally, I’ll stumble upon something and I know it’s serious. And that it’s the best. This is one of those times. This post makes a remarkably complete, inarguably upsetting case about both the blatant and the insidious instances of rape culture in the United States and I am in awe of it.

As a woman who believe she kicks ass but who is still on high alert when walking anywhere alone and/or at night, I am proud that this post exists in the world. Please read.

Rethink the Rant


The following includes descriptions, photos, and video that may serve as a trigger for victims of sexual violence.
Please be advised. 

Someone asked me today, “What is ‘rape culture’ anyway? I’m tired of hearing about it.”

Yeah, I hear ya. I’m tired of talking about it. But I’m going to keep talking about it because people like you keep asking that question.

Rape culture is when a group of athletes rape a young girl, and though there are dozens of witnesses, no one says, “Stop.”

Rape culture is when a group of athletes rape a young girl, and though there are dozens of witnesses, they can’t get anyone to come forward.

Rape culture is when a group of athletes rape a young girl, and adults are informed of it, but no consequences are doled out because the boys “said nothing happened.”

Rape culture is when a group…

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  1. I’m glad to hear you are on high alert when walking alone. I’ve taught countless personal safety courses in my time as a police officer. One of the things that’s always struck me is how people will completely ignore hunches. Well Don, I had a hunch that the guy who robbed me or assaulted me or whatever was no good, but I kept walking with my head down anyway. AaaahhH!!!!!!

    Trust your gut people!

    And since this is a serious topic, seriously, I’ll not make a snarky comment about you not even writing your own great posts anymore and riding the posts of others….lol.

    • Haha – just this one time! I’ve never reblogged anything before. This struck a chord with me because I’ve wanted to discuss it, but I am physically incapable of writing anything serious. I’ve tried. I am terrible. Which is why I’ve been ignoring my venture with my friend. Everything I write sounds exactly like this crap.

      My dad is a prosecutor and has told me my entire life to “trust no one.” On one hand, that’s positive, because I have a pretty excellent radar for suspicious activity. On the other, I am constantly assessing threat levels, which makes me feel crazy. 🙂

      • Lol. Yes, you’re probably fairly crazy. Prosecuting is what I wanted to do. I interviewed with the STL prosecutor and realized that I’d be taking just enough of a pay cut not to accept the job.

        And I totally get the not being able to write serious stuff. If you had another blog, you could maybe do it. I’ve tried, but I always see the hilarity in even the most serious stuff. Being a cop, if I couldn’t laugh at crap I’d have gone insane…

      • I have this fear that I’ll end up in law school, even though trial law terrifies me and I am miserable at memorizing statutes. Both my parents are lawyers and it seems almost unavoidable. I told my dad that if he started his own firm and I had a guaranteed job, I’d apply to law schools. Again, riding someone else’s success. I should write a book. (Wanna get that started???)

        I absolutely laugh to keep from crying. I also come from a long line of loud mouth smart asses, so making the first joke the loudest is also good self defense. I’m going to try to change my tone on the other blog, but I think it will mostly just be this voice (which is my speaking voice, apparently) discussing more hot-button topics – not just my work life or my failed crafts.

        A child in my class told me a good police officer joke today:

        Why did the police officer take his blanket to work?

        He wanted to go undercover! 🙂

  2. Lol, love it! Yes, you’ll end up in law school one day. May as well get it out of the way now. You’ll be miserable and make your husband miserable and then have school loans and regret your decision and then get a job in law and find out that you hate law because lawyers can be such dickholes to deal with….

    But best of luck to you!


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