January 13th, 2009

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Unhelpful Chris is Unhelpful.

(This is me being silly:)

SCA Meme from shavasue

1. Post this list to your LJ.
2. Add three SCA-related things to the bottom that you've done.
3. Bold everything in the list that you've done.
4. Tag people, if you're so inclined, and watch the list grow.


Taught a class at Pennsic: No.
Ran a court: No.
Fought or fenced at an event while drunk: No.
Worked the "Puking Duke" shift a Chirurgeons Point at Pennsic: No.
Been an Event Stewart/Autocrat: No.
Been an officer: No.
Had a name and/or device accepted by the SCA College of Arms: No.
Had a name and/or device rejected by the SCA College of Arms: No.
Worked in at least three different volunteer departments at Pennsic: No.
Written a scroll text: No.
Ran a bardic circle: no.
Attend a foreign war: No.
Traveled more than 10 hours each way for a one-day event: No.
Had the privilege of begging a boon for a Peerage: No.
Been involved on some level with a Northshield "gotcha" moment: No.
Went to the ER at Pennsic: No.
Had a very drunk fighter try to pee on you: No.
Had someone tossed from the field for idiocy: No.

...um, yeah. I'm about as non-SCA as you can get. (Don't hit me, zarhooie!)
Scorpio

Essay: "The Not Rape Epidemic"

Linked by supremegoddess1: "The Not Rape Epidemic" by Latoya Peterson. Be careful reading it.
...we learned a lot about rape.

What we were not prepared for was everything else. Rape was something we could identify, an act with a strict definition and two distinct scenarios. Not rape was something else entirely.

Not rape was all those other little things that we experienced everyday and struggled to learn how to deal with those situations. In those days, my ears were filled with secrets that were not my own, the confessions of not rapes experienced by the girls I knew then and the women I know now.

...My friends and I confided in each other, swapping stories, sharing our pain, while keeping it all hidden from the adults in our lives. After all, who could we tell? This wasn’t rape - it didn’t fit the definitions. This was Not rape. We should have known better. We were the ones who would take the blame. We would be punished, and no one wanted that. So, these actions went on, aided by a cloak of silence.
Peterson recounts stories about harassment, creepiness, horror, and the frustration that THESE KINDS OF HARASSMENT, CREEPINESS AND HORROR KEEP HAPPENING. The trial she describes: that's a particularly tough part.

We need to be better to each other. Damnit, it's a platitude, but it's true, and after reading the piece I don't know what to say beyond platitudes.

So please just read the essay.
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