Comments on: Adam Flockhart, creeping asshole

By: Lesley

Lesley — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 21:39:39 +0000

Some years ago an old fart judge in British Columbia excused the rape of a three year old girl by a drunk adult male by a) attributing the man's behaviour to his alcohol consumption and b) suggesting that three year old girls can be manipulative. He's still sitting on the bench. (I suggested - along with "so sue me" that a) he's a pedophile and b) he's a pedophile). Another judge who sat on the bench in Prince George was found guilty of raping aboriginal girls, some of whom appeared in his courtroom. He's serving a brief sentence, which will be made all the more brief by the fact that he has terminal cancer. He's got two years to live. He just lost a parole hearing which means he will die in prison. Good!

By: Amberbug

Amberbug — Tue, 30 Oct 2007 11:50:21 +0000

I would answer that patriarchy is very different than alcohol in that it presumes human agency, including(especially) each and any individual perpetrator of it. It is enforced and maintained by precisely this type of action. So I don’t think patriarchy itself properly applied is an excuse for participating in it, at all. Just the opposite, an admission of guilt.
I suppose though, that a creative creep will attempt this someday. I wonder how the actual arguement would go?

By: BoomerinLondon

BoomerinLondon — Mon, 29 Jan 2007 00:38:51 +0000

Here’s my fave. An Asian male studying in London climbed into bed with a female student asleep in the residence halls. He tries to undress her and initiate sex. She objects, imagine, and even takes him to court. The judge dude rules that the guy is innocent because he hadn’t understood the cultural differences. Ah, that explains it.

BoomerinLondon

By: Greg

Greg — Fri, 19 Jan 2007 03:45:52 +0000

If alcohol isn’t a valid excuse (and of course it isn’t), then why is patriarchy? “Creeping” into an innocent woman’s room and molesting her is wrong; it’s a plainly evil act. As such, it shouldn’t be mitigated by any factor, chemical or theoretical. “Don’t blame me, blame patriarchy” is as invalid as “don’t blame me, blame alcohol,” or any other “don’t blame me, blame x” excuse.

In other words, what’s the distinction between placing blame on one inanimate object (alcohol), and another (patriarchy)? Isn’t the better alternative simply to blame the offender?

By: Antoinette Niebieszczanski

Antoinette Niebieszczanski — Wed, 17 Jan 2007 15:53:51 +0000

Oh, the instant asshole = just add alcohol defense. Except the only assholery that alcohol brings out is that which is already present, only hidden.

A friend of mine was a victim of rape by one a these creeping guys. Her attacker almost got away with it by virtue of being an identical twin.

The math spamulator hates me.

By: Kali

Kali — Wed, 17 Jan 2007 14:58:21 +0000

Once I was travelling on a train and this sleazy guy groped me repeatedly while I was asleep. I told the conductor about it but he refused to relocate the sleaze because it would “disturb the other people”. I told my dad and he told me not to “unnecessarily inconvenience the gentleman, especially since he had promised not to do it again”. A couple of other guys woke up and made irritated “what’s the big deal, just shut-up and go to sleep” noises. Finally, I grabbed my umbrella (unfortunately I did not have a more lethal weapon with me) and leaned menacingly towards the sleaze, ready to beat him up and physically throw him out. He got scared, left the compartment with his belongings and got down at the next station. After the whole sordid affair was over, my dad suddenly developed some interest in the proceedings and inquired if I always carried my umbrella with me, where I bought it and how much did it cost?

By: Metal Prophet

Metal Prophet — Tue, 16 Jan 2007 03:17:00 +0000

The alcohol excuse is exceedingly lame. All the booze did was give this guy the “courage” to do exactly what he intended to do all along. In vino veritas.

By: mearl

mearl — Mon, 15 Jan 2007 04:18:20 +0000

I had a guy creep into my apartment once, when I was 21 and had fallen asleep by accident while doing laundry at 2 am. I was sleeping on my bed, which happened to be right across from the apartment door. Through my sleep I heard an ominous thump, which at first I assumed to be the cats running amok. Then I felt a shaft of light falling across my inert person and suddenly knew the door was being opened. This triggered one of the most blood-stopping experiences I have ever had in my fairly sheltered life, where you come to the sudden realisation that you might be in actual danger.

Fortunately, I often sleep with a sawed-off pool cue. I sat straight up in bed, brandished the cue, and screamed “WHO THE FUCK IS THAT!” It turned out to be my drunk neighbour Joey. Joey was a 29-year-old guy who had moved down the hall and I had a crush on him. He had gone to the bar and gotten oiled, and was on his way past my door, he said, when he saw that it wasn’t fully closed. All he did was fall into my apartment and slobber around awhile trying to make out with me while I dodged him and naively expressed concern for his inebriated state. At the time, I liked this guy, but when a guy does something sneaky and creepy like that, it just turns you right off. I’ve had so many similar experiences with supposedly nice, clean-cut, secondary-school-educated, progressive, wimpy emo-type guys that I have come to enjoy a pleasant ex-het status. It means one thing when some guy you don’t know and gives off a creep vibe does it, but how about the spineless, wet-noodly, feminist-sympathetic “nice” guys you’re dating? Honestly. Every night when I go to bed I wish I would wake up gay.

This post just triggered the memory, so thought I’d share.

By: mearl

mearl — Mon, 15 Jan 2007 03:29:34 +0000

testing, testing…

By: gayle

gayle — Sun, 14 Jan 2007 15:56:27 +0000

cycles, too funny!

For anyone who doesn’t get it, click on Infallible female’s name and see where it takes you.

Why am I not surprised?