When she introduced me, a tough looking inmate (*Tanesha) immediately tried to intimidate me. She scoffed and asked me if I'd ever been an addict. Pretty soon most of the women in the room were smirking at me. Boom -- judged. And I hadn't even said a word yet.
Dylan Farrow deserves to be in New York Magazine's "brilliant" category for her courage, as well as the comfort and strength her words give to so many. I stand behind Dylan and I call on others to do the same, no matter how uncomfortable the subject matter.
Not feeling the love? Sorry, but when I consider these issues, I just can't. I hear the kinder, gentler tone. I note the warm and fuzzy optics. But as for the prospect of real change -- no. I don't see it.
Eleven days ago, the New York Times published an open letter penned by Dylan Farrow detailing the abuse she endured at the hands of her adoptive fathe...
We've all been trained to believe, since childhood, that sexual predators are true crazies, deviants, and the stranger in the black sedan cruising the playground for victims.
Is Kristof justified in lending his New York Times megaphone to launch what is effectively Dylan's call for a sort of cultural blacklisting of Woody Allen -- a trial by media because it's too late for a trial by court?
We need to talk to our children consistently about these and other dangers, not to scare them but to inform them and to insure that if and when they are in danger they know who they can reach out to and confide in.
There is quite a bit of research done on sex offenders who have physical contact with their victims, but, research on Internet child pornography offenders and what type of danger they pose to children is still relatively new. One way to learn more about these perpetrators is through their arrest records.
I was in the darkness. The story of Batman helped me realize I could wrap it around my arms like a security blanket. Or a cape. The yellow symbol on my chest was my light defended by a black creature more powerful than anything crime could throw at me.
While the Sandusky and Pellebon cases are separated by four states, more than a thousand miles, and at least eight alleged victims, the cases bear striking similarities.
If Chris Brown were to admit that he was sexually abused without showing any level of self-perceived control of the situation, where would the narrative have went?
There is something about her eyes. Big, round saucers brimming with innocence that can see right through you. A dark scar runs down her cheek, a permanent tear for a girl who has a lot to cry about but instead smiles.
On the day after I realized I am a lesbian, I invited over the woman I was in love with (we hadn't been together in any sexual way; we had not even hugged or kissed) so that we could watch Oprah's Super Soul Sunday. The guest was Brené Brown, whose new book was about vulnerability.
You'd think that a bill to give victims of childhood sexual abuse more time to file a lawsuit would be the sort of non-controversial legislation that politicians would rush to champion. Well, you'd be wrong.
He cared for her and assisted his wife in helping with her severely disabled 14-year-old daughter. According to prosecutors, the girl was physically, mentally and developmentally disabled. She couldn't walk or talk. But that didn't stop 27-year-old Carlos Mesinas from raping her.
That said, I continue to maintain we don't do enough for victims of child sex abuse. We don't do enough to the monsters who prey on young children. We give too many second (and third) chances and then we wonder what went wrong.