Ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Maybe it's just me, but when mainstream, popular jerkwads like Scott Adams go off about what a shame it is that men have to suppress their "natural" urges to, uh, RAPE WOMEN, because really, the victims here are the round pegs of men who are forced to conform to the horrifying square holes of women (ya know, I hadn't realized that aspect of my anatomy)...
Is it not just a little, teensy bit terrifying?
How can someone get up in public and say, without apparent irony, that men are naturally programmed to rape? I mean, to forcibly project their penis into the orifice(s) of an unwilling partner, and that such urges are nearly uncontrollable without chemical castration? I know that this isn't true, but the ability of men like Scott Adams to say shit like this and then for hordes of other men to SYMPATHIZE with him makes me feel just a little less safe than I did an hour ago.
Even if I concede the premise that men are naturally hornier than women (a doubtful conjecture that seems implicit in his screed), I don't see how you get from that to, therefore rape is natural and its illegality causes depression and lack of fulfillment in males. Here's a novel idea: How about you express your inner horn-dog with lots of sex with willing partners? Even if you can't find one partner to satisfy all of your (consensual) sexual urges, you can find many who are all okay with the idea of multiple partners. It's not that hard. Try Craigslist. Don't rape.
But honestly? I just have to shake my head and hope that I'm never alone in a room with Scott Adams.
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In other (far more pleasant) news, I have two new short stories currently wild and free on the internet:
1) "A Prince of Thirteen Days" in Fantasy Magazine. This is a concurrent reprint of my story in the amazing Welcome to Bordertown anthology, edited by Holly Black and Ellen Kushner. This is my first Bordertown story, and it was a privilege to get to write in that magical, wild place, and hopefully put my own spin on things. A hint about that spin: there are biscuits.
2) "Their Changing Bodies" in Subterranean Magazine, part of Gwenda Bond's amazing YA issue. This story is...odd. I don't want to spoil it, but it involves teenagers and bodily fluids and coupling and supernatural happenings at summer camp. If you attended my reading at World Fantasy in Columbus last year, you heard the first half of this.
Is it not just a little, teensy bit terrifying?
How can someone get up in public and say, without apparent irony, that men are naturally programmed to rape? I mean, to forcibly project their penis into the orifice(s) of an unwilling partner, and that such urges are nearly uncontrollable without chemical castration? I know that this isn't true, but the ability of men like Scott Adams to say shit like this and then for hordes of other men to SYMPATHIZE with him makes me feel just a little less safe than I did an hour ago.
Even if I concede the premise that men are naturally hornier than women (a doubtful conjecture that seems implicit in his screed), I don't see how you get from that to, therefore rape is natural and its illegality causes depression and lack of fulfillment in males. Here's a novel idea: How about you express your inner horn-dog with lots of sex with willing partners? Even if you can't find one partner to satisfy all of your (consensual) sexual urges, you can find many who are all okay with the idea of multiple partners. It's not that hard. Try Craigslist. Don't rape.
But honestly? I just have to shake my head and hope that I'm never alone in a room with Scott Adams.
___________
In other (far more pleasant) news, I have two new short stories currently wild and free on the internet:
1) "A Prince of Thirteen Days" in Fantasy Magazine. This is a concurrent reprint of my story in the amazing Welcome to Bordertown anthology, edited by Holly Black and Ellen Kushner. This is my first Bordertown story, and it was a privilege to get to write in that magical, wild place, and hopefully put my own spin on things. A hint about that spin: there are biscuits.
2) "Their Changing Bodies" in Subterranean Magazine, part of Gwenda Bond's amazing YA issue. This story is...odd. I don't want to spoil it, but it involves teenagers and bodily fluids and coupling and supernatural happenings at summer camp. If you attended my reading at World Fantasy in Columbus last year, you heard the first half of this.