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pynkhues · 4 years

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What do you think of the rape jokes in the beginning of season 3?

Ahhhhhh, gosh.

Okay.

I’ve actually had a few asks about this previously, but have always been reluctant to answer it – not because I don’t think it’s something worth talking about, because it absolutely is, but I guess more because it’s understandably a sensitive topic, and one that can have a really varied impact on people for a range of reasons. It’s also been hard for me to answer because I had very, very different responses to these jokes.

So look, I’m going to try and unpack my opinion on this in a way that is short and sharp and hopefully not too controversial.

(Behind the cut for cw)

Frankly, I think that the rape jokes in s3 were a writing shorthand orchestrated to trigger audience memory and connect plotlines from previous seasons. I also think they were designed as deliberate narrative pitstops to tell us certain characters had learnt (Beth, Annie and Ruby in 3.02 following the events of 2.07) and others had been punished (Boomer in 3.08, following the events of 1.01 and 2.03).

Did I like the choice to use this writing shorthand? Not really, no. Did I understand why it was there? Yes, I did actually. Did I think they used it successfully? Hmmmmm, yes and no?

Of them, I do think the jokes in 3.02 are more successful. I actually lowkey even liked the banter between Annie and Ruby during that scene (less so Beth’s punctuating point at the end of the scene).

For those who might not remember the scene, after Beth gets Gil on board to distribute the cash, the girls are all back in Paper Porcupine and Annie and Ruby joke about what they’ll do if one of them gets raped. This joke is later punctuated by Gil terrifying then fleecing them, and Beth turning to Annie and Ruby and saying ‘at least they weren’t raped’.

The bulk of that scene really forms a neat parallel to the girls in the drugden in 2.07 and formed a lot of neat callbacks to it. In particular though, I think the emphasis was about demonstrating the vulnerable position Beth was in without the weight of Rio and his gang behind her. It was something they all felt, and It was only underscored by Annie’s later argument with Beth about the fact that Beth wasn’t a ‘scary gangbanger with throat tatts, she was a mum with a Chinese symbol on her hip’ (and Beth learning how to weaponise the latter).

Ruby and Annie’s banter played - to me - like a narrative shorthand of reminding us that the girls remembered the danger of 2.07, where they almost had been raped, and how they wore that now. After all, if truth is a weapon, comedy is armor, and the jokes – while tasteless – in many ways felt conspiratorial and protective. They were ugly, but they were defensive, and they needed those jokes in the moment of it.

I also think there’s something to be said here about the fact that the girls were violated in that scene, even if it wasn’t a sexual or physical violation.

Which is exactly why Beth’s tag afterwards of the fact they weren’t raped didn’t play. It’s not a consolation. They were violated financially in a way that they have been since before the show even began. These three women’s financial vulnerability is literally what’s led them to every other dangerous and compromising situation on this show, so to see that treated so lightly in the moment and not really addressed overall, feels a little weak to me.

But not as weak as the 3.08 joke! Honestly, I have less to say about this one, because it was cheap, both in terms of the story and as a joke.

Again, I can actually get what they were going for. Boomer attempted to rape Annie in the first episode, then did rape Mary Pat in 2.03, and given Boomer’s a character who’s inflicted such violence and pain across the three seasons, there’s a comeuppance in him being on the other side of that violence.

But the thing is, nobody deserves to be raped, ever, regardless of what they themselves might have done, and there’s nothing funny about prison rape.

The reason the banter between Annie and Ruby sort of worked (although not entirely) is because the joke wasn’t the rape. The joke was in them trying to wring some sort of confidence out of a situation they knew they were about to be extremely vulnerable in. It wasn’t throwaway, it was revealing. It told us that they were afraid, that they remembered, that they were barrelling forwards despite it all.

The problem with the joke in 3.08 is that it was throwaway. It asked us – offhand – to endorse Boomer’s assault because he was someone who had committed assault, a fact only re-emphasised with Rio pulling Boomer out of the trunk of the car at the end of the episode.

In this context, it’s not just that the rape was both a joke and a punishment, but that the show handled it so flippantly – something it’s never done before (for all it’s faults, it’s always handled Boomer’s assault of Annie and Mary Pat seriously) – and that to me was the ultimate shame and disappointment of it.

#gg 3.02 #gg 3.08 #gg 2.07 #gg 2.03 #gg 1.01 #leslie peterson #annie marks #ruby hill #beth boland #rio #annie + ruby #annie + beth + ruby #gil #cw: rape #welcome to my ama #Anonymous #mary pat

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monstaxsthetics · 5 years

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Monsta X Member Playlist - Changkyun Ver #2

Miss Jackson - Panic At The Disco

“You put a sour little flavor in my mouth now. You move in circles hoping no one's gonna find out. But we're so lucky. Kiss the ring and let 'em bow down. Looking for the time of your life. A pretty picture but the scenery is so loud. A face like heaven catching lighting in your nightgown. But back away from the water, babe, you might drown. The party isn't over tonight.”

Do Re Mi - Blackbear ft. Gucci Mane

“Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met. I probably would just stay in bed. You run your mouth all over town. And this one goes out to the sound. Of breaking glass on my Range Rover. Pay me back or bitch, it's over. All the presents I would send. Fuck my friends behind my shoulder. Next time I'mma stay asleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh.”

Bad Things - Machine Gun Kelly ft. Camila Cabello

“Nothing's that bad, if it feels good. So you come back, like I knew you would. And we're both wild. And the night's young. And you're my drug. Breathe you in 'til my face numb. Drop it down to that bass drum. I got what you dream 'bout. Nails scratchin' my back tatt. Eyes closed while you scream out. And you keep me in with those hips. While my teeth sink in those lips. While your body's giving me life. And you suffocate in my kiss.”

Needed Me - Rihanna

“I was good on my own, that's the way it was. That's the way it was. You was good on the low for a faded fuck. On some faded love. Shit, what the fuck you complaining for? Feeling jaded huh? Used to trip off that shit I was kickin' to you. Had some fun on the run though I give it to you.”

Now Or Never - Halsey

“Never pick up, never call me. You know we're runnin' out of time. Never pick up when you want me. Now I gotta draw a line. Baby I done, done enough talking. Need to know that you're mine. Baby we done, done enough talking. Gotta be right now, right now.”

Younger - Ruel

“I saw you just the other night. I didn't even recognize you. Find it kind of strange, I guess that people change. But I didn't expect you to. You and me were so, so close. And maybe that's what hurts the most. It's out my hands, I've done what I can. So I just save my breath.”

Love is Madness - Thirty Seconds to Mars ft. Halsey

You are insane. My desire. A violent daydream. Love, love, you are crazy. A perfect liar. Said you'd save me. Love, love I know the moment I looked into your eyes, I'd have to swallow all your lies. I never said that I would be your lover. I never said that I would be your friend. I never said that I would take no other. Be your lover. Never said.”

Blind - PRETTYMUCH

“Don't lose focus, I don't wanna stand in your blindside. Know you working, don't you let it cut into my time. I lose my mind before I see you and I separate. I'm so scared to lose you, never choosing to let go. Love's so fragile, anything could happen, we know. Hearts made of glass but somehow we last, yeah we made it. I would rather be without vision before I ever watch you leave.”

Chateau - Blackbear

“Suite 23 at the Chateau. Had a heart, man I'm tryna get it back though. Tryna get it back, tryna get it back, tryna get it back. Age twenty five and I'm rich now. No excuse, you be actin' like a bitch now. I gave you diamond, a pool, write the checklist. She want a ring, ain't fucking with a necklace. I'm a fool for these thangs with the big butts. Take her home, body turn into a rich slut. Feel like I can't trust nobody, even day ones. Watch out for them snake ones. Suite veintitrés at the Chateau. Had a heart, man I'm tryna get it back though. White linen, white rose, let's go.”

Champagne - Niykee Heaton

I got all these brand new addictions. I'm bound to, anything that stops me from thinkin' about you. I got champagne for the pain. Black out all the memories runnin' through my veins. I don't really wanna feel anything. Trying to escape. I'm my only enemy. Drinks, I'll keep 'em raised. I don't really wanna feel anything.”

Be My Mistake (Acoustic) - The 1975

So don't wait outside my hotel room. Just wait 'til I give you a sign. 'Cause I get lonesome sometimes. Save all the jokes you're gonna make, while I see how much drink I can take. Then be my mistake. I shouldn't have called. 'Cause we shouldn't speak. You do make me hard. But she makes me weak.”

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xobabygirlhemingway · 7 years

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Sunday, September 10, 2017

Currently I’m sitting on my old roommates bed in my dorm that is now to myself. Because this dumb foreign bitch who is only spending a semester here from South Korea thinks she can test me. Don’t ever take pics of my side of the room and my personal shit mocking my lack of organization due to the fact I’m a messy depressed sloth. Tf hoe. And also don’t tell me I can’t have guys over IN MY BED. You mad I’m pulling niggas and you're not. You’re not my mom. Don’t text me and tell me to clean my side. This is college I have other shit on my agenda to worry about. And this bitch thought she could play me. LOL. Hoe. You a whole snitch. This 23 year old uptight goody ass bitch that offered to buy my underage ass beer dug through my trash and put my friends and I’s used plastic shot cups in a ziplock bag and turned it into the front desk literally 2 days after I moved in. What tf they gone do? Test it for alcohol and fingerprint it? I think the fuck not. The fact she was so proud when they didn’t care and just threw that shit out is a whole joke. Thank god I go to a ghetto ass college where the RA’s are cool. When my friend Z tried to fight a hoe for gossiping around campus talking shit RA’s at the front desk said “As long as it’s not on campus.” Also sidenote- don’t come to college on some petty ass high school shit. Ain nobody on that fuck shit. Three weeks in and I’ve already gained and lost friends because snakes go with the grass I cut. Anyways, now I have no roommate cause the little snitch bitch had to move out because I almost fought her, she had to bring our RA B to come help her move out because she was so scared. Cussed her ass out right in front of our RA. Zero fucks given. Good riddance. Also thank god the snitch was unaware of my bottles and bong on lock. Everyone here already knows me as the plug for bottles because I always got bottles. Courtesy of Walmart, and my big ass purse I steal them with. Somebody call Kodak and let him know I’m the real Finesse Kid. I’m still recovering from last night. What happened last night you ask? Woke up, beat my face, spent the last of my money at Walmart on notebooks, a rug and flowers for my dorm, and fabrics, etc. for a lingerie line my friend Z and I are planning to start. Time to get a job! Seriously considering becoming a stripper with Z. Yes, we signed up for pole dancing classes for tomorrow I guess we’ll see if we actually go through with it or not depending if we can find a bus there and back. Anyways, when we arrived back to the dorms from Walmart (after getting stranded and having Z’s ex fuck buddy’s friend covered in satanic looking ass Tatts pick us up because we missed the last bus back) we got dressed real cute to go to a hookah bar and invited our friend Kodak. His name Ain really Kodak but I call him Kodak because he looks like Kodak. Who we are all friends but I just found out likes me. I can only be friends and get along with guys fr but then they have to always go and catch feelings. The struggle is real. Anyways, we start walking to the hookah bar because it’s real close to campus downtown and on the way Kodak runs into one of his friends who decides to tag along. In a sketchy dark back alley Z changed out of her leggings and coat because it was cold into her cute outfit ready to make an entrance. Kodak and his friend waited for us in the parking lot. This drunk white guy with dreads creeps up behind Kodak’s friend who was ready to swing just to scare him. He apologizes for his dumbassery and we make our entrance into the hookah bar. We sit down and order our hookah and as we wait, the same white guy with the dreads walks up to us from the bar. He apologizes and introduces himself as a tattoo artist and offers to buy us all Henny shots. Hell yeah. He brings us the shots and when we all take them, a worker comes up to us and kicks us out for underage drinking (they marked our hands with x’s) when we just arrived and didn’t even get a chance to do what we came to do. Chill and smoke hookah. So we leave and say fuck it and go on the hunt for a party because it’s Saturday night and we’re in college so there’s bound to be a party. We heard about a party at The E (apartment complex of mostly college kids) without knowing the room. And also a party at a frat house. Last frat party we went to was a complete disappointment and groups of people we kept passing kept saying The E was the move. So you know damn well we went to The E. And let me tell you, The E was poppin. You walk in that bitch and you see drunk girls falling everywhere, fine niggas in flocks, hear music blasting. The first party we go to was alright. My girl Z was the only one throwing it back. And these prissy blonde little hoes with no ass wanna give judgmental looks because they can’t throw it back even if they wanted to. So we left the party on the 2nd floor for the party on the 4th floor. The second we exited the staircase onto the 4th floor because the elevators were packed was like the stairway into heaven. Music was blasting, drunk bitches were tumbling past, and there was a whole ass crowd waiting outside this one room. First thought was fuck this shit, but it was known there was a lit ass party in that room. And we had to be in there. We pushed past and as soon as we entered, we were apart of the best party I’ve been to ever. You see guys with their shirts off, niggas smoking on that loud, girls twerking on guys, throwing ass everywhere. This drunk girl got on the table and started yelling. You know, the shit you see in movies. And in that moment, we knew, we were the only practically sober ones there. We find our friend T and sit with her on the couch. Kodak’s friend stayed at the last party which wasn’t shit compared to this one, so his loss. Kodak sat on the couch arm chair and I was on the end with him, with him looking like he my man. I looked fly as fuck; rhinestone choker, off the shoulder black bodysuit, $60 ripped jeans with my face beat. Looking like a whole snack. And a full course meal. I recognize from across the room this guy Z and I met with his friend on campus whom we exchanged snapchats with. He goes by Chop (I’ll say that since it’s not his real name and use first letters for everyone who got a real name tf) and he been hitting on me on the snap. I knew he lived at The E with his friend L. I pointed him out to Z and she called him over with his dreads, tattoos, and grills. He leaned over and said something to him then he approached me. (Later I found out she told him I wanted him and he didn’t even recognize me or realize who it was smh) he starts talking to me and points out I look sober as fuck which was an unfortunate fact. He goes to grab me a drink and comes back with a plastic cup and I down that shit the second he hands it to me. Okay. I know. Before you point out how stupid I am, I know not to take drinks from guys. But I was in a fuck it mood. Which typically is the cause of my many mistakes and reasons for sticky situations. I handed the cup back to him and he turned it upside down to make sure I finished that shit. Z was sitting next to me and asked if I took that drink and pointed out that he made sure I finished it and how sketchy that looked and that he probably slipped me some shit. Z turns to T to tell T, then tells Kodak (we all still chilling on the couch). They’re all asking me why I took it and I’m sitting there like fuck. I tell them no matter what, to stay with me at all times and make sure we leave together so nothing happens to me in case this nigga tried to date rape me or some shit. And they were making me all paranoid. With that established and the fact there was nothing we could do because I already drank whatever the fuck he gave me, and the party was still lit we got up and started dancing. T was grinding, Z was twerking. Z got down on the floor and started twerking and got the whole parties attention everyone was recording that shit. I remember it hitting me fast and I felt super fucked up. When I first got to this party I saw Q (fine light skin) and tapped him on the shoulder to make my cute ass known. Back story about my history with Q: Z met Q on the app for our college so she invited him to hang with us. She went back home for the weekend leaving us alone together mid-hangout so we went and hotboxed his car. He called me pretty, said my skin was soft, and I sang him Love Galore in his car. He drove my high ass to Taco Bell, God bless. Tried to get me to come back to his room but instead I went to bed in my room, parting ways. A few days later Z was making me third wheel with her and B (her ex complicated boy fling) and we were bored and decided to go to the movies. Z dragged me down the guys floor hall and knocked on Q’s door for me to invite him. He agreed and came with us as an awkward unofficial double date. And by awkward I mean Z and B were hardcore making out and B was grabbing all over Z’s ass she was practically on top of him the entire movie. When I was just sitting next to Q and we were awkwardly watching the movie with zero contact. The most contact that went down is when I put my head on his shoulder during the end credits to see a funny video he was watching on his phone. BUT WAIT BACK UP!- upon entrance to the movies when we were buying our tickets Q patted his pockets and looked at me and went, “You paying?” TOTAL DICK MOVE. His excuse was, “But you invited me.” Nigga no. Then I’ll uninvite you tf. I was highkey salty at him the entire movie. And yes, I ended up paying for his expensive ass $10 ticket with my poor ass that I can never afford again and that is $10 I will never see again. Z told me stop talking to him, and I agree my standards should never be that low. What a total and complete douche. Not the same guy I met on the first night. Fast forward to two days before the party and Q almost fought with M. M is my unofficial boyfriend. Not my boyfriend. I lost my virginity to him (yes I came to college a virgin) and he’s the only guy I’ve been with, and between us let’s just say we’ve fucked a lot since then. Q and M almost fought because M knew I hung with Q and was being a jealous immature little boy and sending me snapchat videos of Q off guard in class making fun of him. It annoyed me what M was doing so I told Q and then Q started roasting tf out of M to me via text. There was tension and long story short shit almost went down but it didn't. (”You have niggas fighting over you!” -Z) Anyways, back to the party. My fucked up ass set on a mission to find Q at this party knowing he was here. I found him by the kitchen standing there just staring at the crowd looking like he was having no fun. I walked up to him not giving a single fuck this psychotic bitch I was best friends with the first two weeks of college was dancing right next to him with her new friends. I remember throwing my arms around him, being all up on him, putting his arms around me. I was a mess. Yikes. No matter how fucked up, he will never deserve me after that dick move he pulled. I barely remember this night and the order of events that happened next so bare with me. I remember turning up. Leaving, coming back, Z teaching me to throw it back at the bottom of the stairs before going back again. Then we left. Z took off her heels because her feet hurt and stepped on broken glass as we were walking down the steps outside. We sat on benches as she tried to pick it out, while she was doing that for some reason my stupid fucked up ass decided to call M. Honestly I don’t even remember what I was saying but according to Z, it was bad. I brought up Q, and was talking about other guys and Z told me M has feelings for me - which he has yet to confess to me but in the meantime proves I am a total and complete piece of shit. While on the phone with M, me paying no attention to him even though he was on the line different groups of guys kept approaching me and talking to me and asking for my snapchat. I have so many snapchat adds from guys that night, who knows whos who. Because I sure don’t. We ended up walking back to campus with the last group of guys that approached us. I remember one guy trying to come onto me hard and this white guy with a speech impediment telling me how good his plug was and showing me pictures of weed trying to get with me unaware how unattracted I am to white boys. I remember meeting up with my drunk friend A in front of the dining hall on campus who came from the frat party which apparently was crazy lit too, to go back to the party I just came from at The E, but then we heard word that all parties were shut down by the police because they were too lit. Which explained the cops coming up the stairs as Z and I were leaving (perfect timing). The girls (Z, A & I) and Kodak (who lives in the same dorm building as us) decided to go back to our dorms. The guys we were walking with tried to come back to our rooms and kept trying to get us to sign them in but we were like BOY BYE and ditched them at the door. Kodak and Z went to bed, A and I made our way to the basement and ate other peoples food from the public fridge (I know, I’m horrible). Then I remember eventually making it to my room and crashing. I forgot to mention I was sweating bullets and was hot as fuck. All I wanted to do was party, hell I was even trying to twerk which doesn’t ever happen with my self-conscious petite ass. And I kept trying to go back to the party. Z said he definitely slipped me some shit and I heard word it was Molly. The world may never know. But no way was that just alcohol. Everything was a blur including this morning. And at least he didn’t date rape me. I did think it was weird he slipped me shit then ditched me. When I messaged him on snap that night after I left the party making it known it was me he kept trying to get me to come back and saying he would come pick me up which is weird. I passed. Moral of the story is, don’t take drinks from guys with grills. Or any guys for that matter. I slept until 3 pm today and Z and I were exhausted as fuck still recovering from last night. Today we walked around the hood, and came back to eat and crash. I’m sitting in bed ready to finish this so I can crash because holy shit I’m so exhausted. I have classes tomorrow I NEED TO GO TO. Three weeks into college (forgot to mention I’m a freshman and I’m 18) and I’ve only been to one class. I know it’s bad. My depression has just been really taking a toll. But I’m trying to not let it be the fall of me. I’m making it a priority to go tomorrow and from now on out. It’s going to be interesting to see ho I manage sewing in my Apparel Production class with these long ass acrylic nails. (I’m a fashion major btw). That’s my first class of the day that goes from like 10:30 am to 1 pm then I have Communications which I forget what time. Anyways, I’ll be there. And I know I’m fucked because I’m so behind. I have to be up early to beat my face and get breakfast & Starbucks with Z before class. After classes we have our pole dancing intro class which I’m interested to see if we actually go through attending or not. Then later M is coming over one last time. He’s in the army and I just found out he’s going to Florida to help with the hurricane for two months. Two fucking months. So much for a relationship. He wants me to wait for him. But it don’t be like that. This isn’t a relationship, I don’t know you and you barely know me. You took my virginity and we’ve been sleeping together and laying up in bed since. I only briefly mentioned my mom’s husbands abuse once. And he thinks he knows me. He likes me but doesn’t talk to me and gets jealous and acts like we’re in a relationship but doesn’t get to know me or tell me about himself nor does he ask. I’m not the same person I was a week ago, who knows what kind of change will occur in two months. I met M at college orientation a month before college. I approached him because I liked his tattoos (ITS ALWAYS THE TATTOOS THAT GET ME!!). The girl I used to be friends with the first two weeks of college called him over at the basketball court saying I was interested but too scared to talk to him. (not scared, just awkward. Plus he was in the middle of a game) he ended up asking for my number and things went from there. I’ve made it known I’m single though. He hasn’t even attempted to cuff me fr so that’s on him. He doesn’t seem to realize I’m not your typical virgin. Or wasn’t. How am I supposed to do long distance with a guy that won’t even establish what we are. I’ll let him figure it out. However, I’ve had my eyes on this guy I keep running into. First two times on campus and the other two times on the city bus. He has a neck tattoo that’s how I’m always able to tell it’s him. He looks like a cross between Tay-K and YG so you already know whats up. Saw him on the city bus yesterday before that crazy night on my way to Walmart with Z. Z fell asleep next to me on the bus but when I saw him get on I immediately woke Z up. ��Why the fuck did you wake me up?” She follows my gaze and, “Ohhh” Best Friend Intuition. “I’m going to go get him for you.” I kept telling her no but you know damn well she did. She gets up and walks down the bus and takes the seat right next to him. “My friend thinks you’re cute but is too scared to talk to you.” She kept trying to wave me over and I kept refusing, they were both staring and I realized now I’m looking stupid so I make my way over and sit in the seat in front of Z, turned towards him. It was mostly Z doing the talking and was honestly awkward for me. But she worked her magic and we followed each other on Instagram. He told me he’d DM me when he got to work (damn he makes a McDonald’s uniform look sexy). Don’t judge me. You’re judging me. But if you saw him you wouldn’t. When we were at Walmart he commented heart eyes on one of my pics then slid in my dm’s and asked for my #. I gave it to him and we’ve been texting. He’s real cute and sweet. Waiting on him to reply though wtf it was going good so him or his phone better be dead. Found out he doesn’t even go to our college but he be here. Probably I’m assuming he knows people. Also found out his name is J (using first initials only!) and he has a neck tattoo in the front center of his neck of a pair of dice and his name and apparently is in a gang and on probation with 4 charges. Okay daddy, I see you. It’s always the bad boys I have hella heart eyes for. If you’re not from the streets, I don’t want you. He looks like trouble, and trouble looks fine as hell. He told me to invite him to the next party here so you already know next weekend is about to be interesting. And he said he wants to chill with me on no fuck nigga shit sounding like a real MAN (M take note) and said I could even invite my friend Z to smoke and drink. So stay tuned because you already know whats up. But for right now, I need to go to bed and make sure I’m up and get to my classes. It’s almost 1 am which means I should be downing coffee after coffee by breakfast. The life of a girl from the hood in a new hood, in college.

xo babygirl hemingway

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