There is one bit of language in a recent Jennifer Lawrence interview that courts a perception that is still, I believe, a problem worth pointing out. It is a problem I've seen in my own personal life, and a problem I've seen in culture at large.
If you are a guy who has to assault a woman's dignity and privacy in order to fulfill your sexual fantasies, that says far more about you than it does about her.
The payoff for the rest of us will come if the very expensive lessons learned from the case prevent this kind of injustice from happening again.
What were they all thinking? Oh yes, I know, that they owned me, that I was theirs forever and always and they could do whatever the f*ck they wanted to me.
In the wake of the Santa Barbara killings and the recent revelations about sexual misconduct cases on college campuses, it seems embarrassing that certain anachronistic Ivy League clubs continue to operate under their ancient status quo.
Being a part of the upper echelon of higher education administration comes with significant responsibilities, as you know. Chief among them is the occasional need to write emails sent to the entire university community.
Even as the chorus of voices decrying that college campuses have not done enough to both address and prevent sexual violence continues to crescendo, there still somehow is this universal sense that college officials are going out of their way to turn a blind eye to these issues on our campuses.
My name is Ryan Black, and I was sexually abused as a child. It's been 20 years since I first admitted that to myself out loud and first to my mother. For me it was the first step down the slippery slope of healing.
Even the people who've had experience with addiction, molestation, abusive fathers, hysterical mothers, horrible politicians, and Russian sporting events are not necessarily experts. At least not in the classic sense. They can be experts about themselves, their experiences. But no one else, no one else's experiences.
When it comes to horror, we like it ripped from the headlines, or so suggests the rise in popularity of true-crime thrillers.
The plight of women in prostitution has always captured our attention. We've seen plenty of plays, movies and books written about and by women of the streets -- all usually through a dreamy vaseline lens. Now comes to Chicago Shadow Town, a play by Mary Bonnett.
For a young man to report that his sergeant or an officer raped him is to not only to submit himself to having his masculinity questioned, but also to make himself vulnerable to the charge of insubordination which, in the military, is subversion.
No one "deserves" to be subjected to rape culture, not Beyoncé and not the young woman on the metro. This is where gay men and straight men have one commonality: our maleness. Gay and straight men alike can promote misogyny, and with unwanted touching, this is exactly what we do.
How can we possibly reassure teens that they are safe and that these tragic events are low frequency events that are unlikely to happen yet again?
For a galvanized new civil rights movement and their allies in Maricopa County -- and across Arizona -- bringing down Sheriff Arpaio in this fall's election will be the first step in the right direction.
Sex crimes are on the rise. Day after day girls are sneaking out of the house to meet men that have chatted up on the Internet. I am surrounded by it every single day in my job.