The internet has been rather dodgy recently, which is extremely frustrating.
Today was splendid. Marek stayed last night because he came over for dinner and wine last night. He took Jade to his place and I went to Daria's for tea and cake and birthday presents. She made a wonderful Dr. Daria book. I think it is incredibubble.
I found this interesting article today
http://www.nostatusquo.com/ACLU/dworkin/WarZoneChaptIIIE.htmlIt is a speech that Andrea Dworkin gave to a Men's conference about rape and abuse towards women. I reccommend that everyone has a read, esp. you males.
An sample:
And if there would be a plea or a question or a human address in that scream, it would be this: why are you so slow? Why are you so slow to understand the simplest things; not the complicated ideological things. You understand those. The simple things. The cliches. Simply that women are human to precisely the degree and quality that you are.
And also: that we do not have time. We women. We don't have forever. Some of us don't have another week or another day to take time for you to discuss whatever it is that will enable you to go out into those streets and do something. We are very close to death. All women are. And we are very close to rape and we are very close to beating. And we are inside a system of humiliation from which there is no escape for us. We use statistics not to try to quantify the injuries, but to convince the world that those injuries even exist. Those statistics are not abstractions. It is easy to say, "Ah, the statistics, somebody writes them up one way and somebody writes them up another way." That's true. But I hear about the rapes one by one by one by one by one, which is also how they happen. Those statistics are not abstract to me. Every three minutes a woman is being raped. Every eighteen seconds a woman is being beaten. There is nothing abstract about it. It is happening right now as I am speaking.
And it is happening for a simple reason. There is nothing complex and difficult about the reason. Men are doing it, because of the kind of power that men have over women. That power is real, concrete, exercised from one body to another body, exercised by someone who feels he has a right to exercise it, exercised in public and exercised in private. It is the sum and substance of women's oppression.
I have also discovered the joy that is downloading. I know, I know, I am a little slow getting into these fandangle things.