♪ Yankee douchebag creeps around,
Calls himself a ‘Brony’,
A fedora is his hat,
His ‘nice guy’ claims are phony.
Yankee douchebag creeps around,
Always seems so angry.
‘Friendzone’ him, you best watch out
He’ll whine about ‘misandry’. ♪
Instrumental to sing along to
Sorry not sorry. If this somehow greatly offends you, I have no room for you in my life. Also, learn to take a joke.
On August 28, 1955—eight years before the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom—Emmett Till was murdered in Money, Mississippi for allegedly flirting with a white store clerk, Carolyn Bryant.
Bryant’s husband, Roy, and his half brother J. W. Milam kidnapped the 14-year-old Chicagoan from his great uncle’s home and beat him, shot him in the head, tied his body to a large metal cotton gin fan with barbed wire and dropped him into the Tallahatchie River. Three days later the teenager’s bloated, mutilated body was pulled from the river.
Till’s mother, Mamie, insisted on an open-casket funeral for her only son so that the world might see the brutality he suffered. Two Black publications, Jet and The Chicago Defender, ran pictures of Till’s casket.
Despite overwhelming evidence of their guilt, the two white men who killed Emmett Till were acquitted by an all-white jury. They went on to sell the story of murdering the teenager to Look magazine for $4,000.
The horrific death of Emmett Till is largely credited with intensifying the push for Black voter registration in Mississippi and serving as a catalyst for the civil rights movement in general.
Bettina and Novella D’Andrea
Art by Intagliogia (tumblr)
Bettina and Novella d’Andrea were the daughters of Giovanni d’Andrea, a noted expert in canon law. Giovanni is said to have educated both his daughters to the level of a university lecturer.
Bettina (d. 1355) married Giovanni di San Giorgio, a law professor at the University of Padua. She is believed to have taught law and philosophy at the University of Padua.
Novella (b. 1312) is believed to have taught her father’s classes at the University of Bologna when he was unavailable. According to Christine de Pizan, Novella taught through a curtain so the students would not be distracted by her beauty.
The careers of Bettina and Novella d’Andrea are disputed, although their father’s career is well documented. Bettina’s grave describes her as the daughter and wife of scholars rather than as a scholar herself. Novella’s story was recorded by Christine de Pizan about ninety years after Novella’s birth, but the same story of teaching behind a curtain in Bologna has also been told of Bettisia Gozzadini who lived in the eleventh century. Dorotea Bucca held a chair in medicine and philosophy at the University of Bologna beginning in 1390. Like Bettina and Novella, Dorotea’s father was a professor at the University of Bologna, but Dorotea was about fifty years younger than the d’Andrea sisters. There were multiple female professors in southern Italy at Schola Medica Salernitana throughout the Middle Ages, but at that time Bologna, Padua, and Salerno were not part of the same country. Trota, a medical writer associated with Schola Medica Salernitana, was a disputed figure until further scholarship in the 1980s established Trota as a real historic woman.
As darkness fell on Canfield Drive on August 9, a makeshift memorial sprang up in the middle of the street where Michael Brown’s body had been sprawled in plain view for more than four hours. Flowers and candles were scattered over the bloodstains on the pavement. Someone had affixed a stuffed animal to a streetlight pole a few yards away. Neighborhood residents and others were gathering, many of them upset and angry.
Soon, police vehicles reappeared, including from the St. Louis County Police Department, which had taken control of the investigation. Several officers emerged with dogs. What happened next, according to several sources, was emblematic of what has inflamed the city of Ferguson, Missouri, ever since the unarmed 18-year-old was gunned down: An officer on the street let the dog he was controlling urinate on the memorial site.
The incident was related to me separately by three state and local officials who worked with the community in the immediate aftermath of the shooting. One confirmed that he interviewed an eyewitness, a young woman, and pressed her on what exactly she saw. “She said that the officer just let the dog pee on it,” that official told me. “She was very distraught about it.” The identity of the officer who handled the dog and the agency he was with remain unclear.
Candles and flowers marking the spot where Brown died were soon run over by police vehicles.
The day brought other indignities for Brown’s family, and the community. Missouri state Rep. Sharon Pace, whose district includes the neighborhood where the shooting occurred, told me she went to the scene that afternoon to comfort the parents, who were blocked by police from approaching their son’s body. Pace purchased some tea lights for the family, and around 7 p.m. she joined Brown’s mother, Lesley McSpadden, and others as they placed the candles and sprinkled flowers on the ground where Brown had died. “They spelled out his initials with rose petals over the bloodstains,” Pace recalled.
By then, police had prohibited all vehicles from entering Canfield Drive except for their own. Soon the candles and flowers had been smashed, after police drove over them.
"That made people in the crowd mad," Pace said, "and it made me mad." Some residents began walking in front of police vehicles at the end of the block to prevent them from driving in.
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK
If the police had trashed and let their dogs pee on the memorial to the Sandy Hook kids people would have been fired that day.
really bro why don’t you make me a sandwich and tell me all about it
The situation is just intolerable.
There have been a lot of really insightful write-ups recently. A broader perspective—and I almost cringe to say—catch-all by Molly Crabapple left me gasping for breath. This write up, by Elizabeth Sampat giving her thoughts on an industry that’s very dear to me, delivered the final blow and left me in tears.
It’s really rare that I create from a place of grief. It’s just not how I operate. But it’s largely what I have openly felt for the last few days, and reflecting on it, it’s been there for far longer.
This quote from Elizabeth’s piece— “We should have a war memorial for all of the women we have lost to this. We should lay flowers and grieve and see our reflections in stone.”— struck a very literal chord in me.
So yeah, here it is. A place just for me where I can light a candle and remember all of the wonderful people I probably will never get the chance to meet. Folks that have been driven away by these horrible fucks that have the audacity to think they know what gaming and community is about.
I have never, in my life, been ashamed to call myself a gamer. Until now. These misogynist little shitbags are a disgrace to our community.
All of us who care about gaming need to step up and save our community, while there is still something about it that’s worth saving.
RIP women like me. This is beautiful.
I refuse to be added to or thought of as a casualty though. I can keep going. But those who couldn’t or can’t, you are missed. Your voices are missed. I hope I can help carry your memory forward and continue to say “never again”.
Until the game industry/community has active channels of support for survivors of rape and sexual assault in the industry, and mechanisms to prevent developers who commit rape and sexual assault from continuing to do that, in a way that is peaceful and brings about permanent positive change, I’m gonna have a real hard time believing shit about shit.
And this is just, like, one thing I see the deeply enmeshed communities of Game Industry and Consumers of Games (note how it’s often difficult to talk about the industry without also having to assume discussion of the community of fans) needing to address.
"Saving" or whatever is nice, but fundamental structural changes…f-fundamentally change things, and that will probably feel uncomfortable.
We know what white people (hi) and men, and especially white men, are like when they’re uncomfortable. They turn into misogynist, racist, entitled little shitbags. I don’t see that changing even if everyone sent Zoe a dollar for every word of abuse she’s received (which hey we should also do, where’s the Indiegogo to help pay for this woman’s long-term emotional health, if everyone’s so damn sorry?).
The hatred of women runs wide and deep in games, it won’t end when Zoe’s not getting harassed every day, it won’t be gone when Anita’s series is done, it wasn’t gone when I left games, it didn’t disappear when Maddy Myers stopped going to public fighting games tournaments, it didn’t go away when Jade Raymond stopped being the face of the Assassin’s Creed series (these are just the names off the top of my head, writing into the little XKit reblog window right now)
…and meanwhile FYI sexual assaults happen at and around all your fave big tent-pole gamer and game industry events, and throughout the industry all the time, because misogynist little shitbags don’t just PLAY games they also MAKE them. But who wants to report on a colleague, who *doesn’t* want to sign up for this sort of experience (but coming from your coworkers, and at work events)?
(But I’m supposed to have #1reasonwhy I’m excited a woman wants to work in that industry.)
yr favourite “female-positive” porn star james deen is a rape apologist
it’s almost like porn has the ability to minimize people’s perceptions and attitudes towards sexual assault or ~~~~something~~~
srry but if you were ever a James Deen fan ur a piece of shit and you need to stay 50 yards from me at all times