RWP was born in Manchester, in the north of England, in the late 1950s, so he is very old. He really liked the north of England, which by 1965 was hip and had three TV channels, and where he went to a coed school. His parents, for reasons best known to themselves, then yanked him away, to Belfast and then Dublin, which had one TV channel that started up at 6 pm with the Angelus (Catholic call to prayer). He also had to go to an all boys school, where he realized he really missed girls. This probably let him focus on schoolwork, though, and at age 19, after he had finished college, he set off for America, where he still resides. He has a bachelors degree in biochemistry and a Ph.D. from Harvard in biophysics, and has lived also in Mainz, Germany, Setauket NY, and Richland WA. He currently divides his time between Nebraska, Rosslyn VA, and Florida.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Melissa McEwen on grade-school rape culture

Yes, this is about the 6 year old who was suspended for kissing a female classmate. And yes, Melissa McEwen, who worked for sleazeball John Edwards but apparently hasn't had the good sense to retire to a nunnery in shame, actually wrote a blog-post about it called "Rape Culture Entrainment Starts Early":
It's amazing (not remotely amazing) that this defense looks precisely like the rape apologia we see after every other case in which a male student breaches the consent of a female classmate. It was mutual. It was no big deal. There's nothing wrong with it. It's normal. It's natural. It's just a boy being a boy.
When I was six, a pupil at a Catholic grade school in Manchester, England, there was for a while a boys' gang and a girls' gang. We participated in a game called 'pulling down pants'. The boys would chase the girls, catch one, and pull down her underpants. Then the girls would chase, catch and debag a boy. It was all very gender neutral, though the girls did have to pull off two garments rather than one. If a kissing 6 year old is a rapist, heaven knows what we were? I'm sure I was scarred for life.

It was only a passing phase. Pretty soon we moved on to gender-mixed gangs called "The Beatles Gang" and "The Rolling Stones Gang", but the really cool kids told breathless tales about mods and rockers and liked a band no one had ever heard of called "The Who". I was, I'm ashamed to admit, a member of the Beatles Gang. Conventional as always. We used to link arms and run around the playground singing "She loves you yeah yeah yeah". Sheesh.

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