"hello loneliness, I feel like I could die"
so much for my liberal education.
when a university makes an unprecedented vote to censor a workshop teaching about male/female anatomy and effective communication with your partner- during V-week!- it dillutes the entire lofty concept of this institution as a ground for the exchange of intellectual, social, and political ideas.
western washington university's associated students board of directors
makes my skin crawl.
what a spineless shortcut to avoid the potential harangue from the "outside" press. what a way to ignore challenge and deny diversity. what a manner to further silence the minority. what a way to exemplify the pretentious power of "public relations" politics and demonstrate that the votes rarely are really regarding the issue.
since this clueless cowboy has been reelected, I've remained optimistic in faith that as a culture we are not able to unlearn; that the realizations made by our social/legislative society in past decades is irreversible. that the advancements struggled for in every aspect of the realm of social justice will not be forgotten and we will not regress to an ostrich-style system: individuality: don't ask, don't tell. this is the first direct hit to my idealism. with this kind of censorship at a public institution, I'm worried about what might- or might not- happen from now on.
I was terrified to the point of laughter by two students from the "campus catholic coalition" whose main arguments were that "teaching about self-gratification and the use of sex-toys leads to men thinking they're justified in raping if it provides them with pleasure" and that "it encourages pre-marital sex, and if those shops weren't bad why do you have to be 18 to go in them?"
and I almost choked when I heard a girl ask "how could a sex store ever be empowering to women?"
obviously, honey, you've never been inside one.
I could rant all evening and into the next, but what's done is done. a 4 to 3 vote declined my right to host an educational event on campus.
I wish I could do something more meaningful to protest than my homework.
when a university makes an unprecedented vote to censor a workshop teaching about male/female anatomy and effective communication with your partner- during V-week!- it dillutes the entire lofty concept of this institution as a ground for the exchange of intellectual, social, and political ideas.
western washington university's associated students board of directors
makes my skin crawl.
what a spineless shortcut to avoid the potential harangue from the "outside" press. what a way to ignore challenge and deny diversity. what a manner to further silence the minority. what a way to exemplify the pretentious power of "public relations" politics and demonstrate that the votes rarely are really regarding the issue.
since this clueless cowboy has been reelected, I've remained optimistic in faith that as a culture we are not able to unlearn; that the realizations made by our social/legislative society in past decades is irreversible. that the advancements struggled for in every aspect of the realm of social justice will not be forgotten and we will not regress to an ostrich-style system: individuality: don't ask, don't tell. this is the first direct hit to my idealism. with this kind of censorship at a public institution, I'm worried about what might- or might not- happen from now on.
I was terrified to the point of laughter by two students from the "campus catholic coalition" whose main arguments were that "teaching about self-gratification and the use of sex-toys leads to men thinking they're justified in raping if it provides them with pleasure" and that "it encourages pre-marital sex, and if those shops weren't bad why do you have to be 18 to go in them?"
and I almost choked when I heard a girl ask "how could a sex store ever be empowering to women?"
obviously, honey, you've never been inside one.
I could rant all evening and into the next, but what's done is done. a 4 to 3 vote declined my right to host an educational event on campus.
I wish I could do something more meaningful to protest than my homework.