We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the other male passenger made a pass at him.
The lightbulb went off. “Oh,” I said. “I get it. See, you are afraid, because for the first time in your life you have found yourself a victim of unwanted sexual advances by someone who has the physical ability to use force against you.” The boy nodded and shuddered visibly.
“But,” I continued. “As a woman, you learn to live with that from the time you are fourteen, and it never stops. We live with that fear every day of our lives. Every man walking through the parking garage the same time you are is either just a harmless stranger or a potential rapist. Every time.”
The girls in the room nodded, agreeing. The boys seemed genuinely shocked.
“So think about that the next time you hit on a girl. Maybe, like you in the taxi, she doesn’t actually want you to.”
When we [Patrick Troughton and I] attended conventions together in America later on, we carried the banter from this story [The Three Doctors], and also from the later story The Five Doctors, out on to the convention stages, and used to put on massive arguments, to the delight of the attendees. There was one occasion when I had been passed a small loaded water pistol by one of the fans, and, during a panel discussion, I squirted Pat in the ear when he called me an overdressed dandy.
Never one to let a challenge lie, Pat turned up later in the day with an even bigger water pistol and attacked me while I was speaking on stage. The following day, one of the fans had come up to me with a suggestion – and the requisite equipment – and when Pat was doing his bit on stage, I appeared at the back of the hall, wearing a water-filled backpack and carrying the most enormous water cannon I had ever seen. I let rip with the water but Pat had anticipated me, and pulled out an enormous multicoloured golf umbrella. He had the last laugh on me that time.
Anonymous asked: I remember before you turned anon off you talked about how you are a "feminist" who supports "men's rights". I always wanted to ask this, because I respect you a lot but it seems to backwards to me. Are you fucking serious?
Yes I do. Despite the fact that obviously, we women are still affected by a lot of adversity, that doesn’t mean that men don’t have issues too. The issues are just different, not conflicting with ours at all. Let’s discuss them, shall we?
1- In custody related situations, mothers are almost always chosen over fathers, REGARDLESS of how safe the home is, how much money both parents make, or how good a parent she is. Children are routinely placed in abusive on neglectful homes because yeah, the family court system is sexist as fuck, and this is an unquestionable fact.
2- Single men have a harder (IE nearly impossible time) adopting children if they want them.
3- Socially, men face a few issues. The chief among them being : The inability to dress outside the confines of their sex. Being vilified for showing affection to young children ( Here is a reddit thread were literally thousands of men explain how terrified they are to be alone with kids), Being expected to be the breadwinner, etc. Gender roles are shit for men.
4- False rape accusations/being convicted with no biological evidence. No compensation is given to these men if they are ever exonerated.
5- Domestic abuse issues. Men being scared to call the cops when abused because it isn’t uncommon for them to be the one leaving in cuffs. Men being scared to fight off female attackers because they won’t be taken seriously and be accused of being the abuser. I can link you to hundreds of stories like this if you are so inclined. Funfact: Over 40% of DV victims are men, yet there are almost no male domestic abuse outreach programs, awareness campaigns, or shelters. Male rape is also wildly underreported, and only THIS YEAR was a female raping a male even CONSIDERED rape. Ladies if you think that violence against women isn’t taken seriously, you should be even more appalled at the legal/public attitude towards male victims of female aggressors. More links: Male Rape in conflict countries
8- One would argue (and yes I will) that forcing a man to pay child support for a child that he doesn’t want is unjust and unfair, and that a man should have every right to turn over custody/rights to his childs (no contact, etc) if he wants to. No woman should be forced to become a mother, and no man should be forced to become a father. child support Is typically 25-50% of a man’s income depending on the situation, and especially for low income single men, it can prove to rob a man of financial security and put them in dangerously disadvantaged situations. The system can be extremely hostile towards the working poor.
Hey guys. Here is a fabulous tidbit. You can be a feminist and support men’s issues, have empathy for the plights that men do face, and not play oppression olympics when dealing with these issues. I actually cringe when I see “WUT ABOUT T3H MENZ” posts.
“Check this out.” Sam turns the laptop toward Cas, who blinks at it curiously. “The ESO’s got some incredible photos. They just uploaded a series of open clusters, and some of them are mind-blowing.”
Dean snorts from the bed, the remote control pointed at the TV like a weapon. Fifty channels, plus free HBO, and nothing’s on? How is that even possible? “You wanna show him mind-blowing? Look in my bookmarks under ‘pole dancing championship’.”
There is a moment of silence, tense enough that even Dean manages to tear his eyes away from what must be Telemundo. They’re speaking Spanish and just broke out into a dance routine. This is why the American media sucks.
“Cas? Dude, you okay?”
“This image,” Cas says quietly, eyes clouded with weariness and a thousand sleepless nights. Adapting to the routines of humanity hasn’t been kind to him. “It’s —”
“It’s…” Sam cranes his neck and squints at the monitor. “The Pleiades. Probably the most recognizable cluster there is.”
“Why do you even know that? No, seriously, how does that shit affect our lives at all?”
“Shut the hell up, Dean.”
Cas stares at the screen, eyes soft, lashes dipping with what can only be pain. He reaches out to touch — something Sam’s yelled at him for doing countless times — and gently places his fingertips upon it, treating it like the most precious gift he’s ever received. And it might be. The Winchesters have never been much for gift-giving, which is a shitty life to introduce Cas into. Normal people get gifts all the time. The last thing Dean gave him was a stick of gum.
Dean rolls out of bed and pads over, resting an arm carelessly over the back of Cas’s shoulders. “Say again?”
“Sandalphon, my old general,” Cas says, tilting his head. “This is… She was a brilliant tactician. She led the first battalion against Lucifer during the First War.”
Sam exhales softly. “What happened?”
“She… decided that Lucifer’s way was right. She Fell.”
An awkward silence stretches between them, an eternity before Sam clicks on the next picture. Cas expels a breath like it physically hurts him to hold it in.
They go through maybe forty pictures of open clusters, which Dean still really doesn’t understand, Cas naming each of them as a brother or sister — “Penemue, Amaros, Arkas, Kochab…” — before they come to an image that is, admittedly, breathtaking. Dean lets out a low whistle and nudges Cas’s neck with his arm, fingers brushing the worn fabric of Dean’s old ACDC shirt, a bit too big over Cas’s thin shoulders.
“That one fucking rocks,” he says, and nudges Cas again. “Who’s that?”
Cas sucks in a shuddering breath and leans to rest his head on Dean’s stomach, fingers reaching out once more for the monitor.
Normally I don’t reblog fanfic, but this is simply awesome!