#YesAllWomen
Jun. 1st, 2014 08:54 amSo, I've been seeing the #YesAllWomen thing about, as a response to #NotAllMen, and the various discussions about it. And I've been feeling positive and supportive towards the #YesAllWomen response, while thinking that it really didn't apply to me. But, you know, I kept thinking. And began to wonder why it was that I thought it didn't apply to me; why was I discounting or ignoring my own actual experiences?
When I was fifteen, I was a volunteer at the Scaife Gallery in the Carnegie Museum. It was usually boring, averaging about one request for the bathroom per hour, and one request for the mummies per week. One day, a clean-cut, nicely dressed, well-spoken young man started chatting me up. It was surprising and flattering. I didn't get a lot of positive attention, especially not positive male attention. He offered to buy me something at the coffee shop. I think I got a milk shake. He was fun to talk to. He was either on leave from or had just left the armed services. I don't know how old he was, early twenties at a guess. Now, I lived in Penn Hills, and the museum was in Oakland, and there were two express buses (The 72U I believe) in the afternoons. I told him I had to leave, in order to catch the last of the expresses. If I missed it, I would have to take the 73 Highland to East Liberty, and change there, and I would be hours late to home. He gallantly offered to drive me home, and we lingered in the coffee shop a brief period longer. I should note that if he was flirting with me, I didn't realize it, and if I was flirting with him, I didn't know it. But I was very young, and very naive.
We went out to his car. It was parked in a fairly small parking lot. There were some people about, and it was late afternoon. I got in, buckled my seat belt. He did not start the engine. I thought that this was odd. I started giving him directions to my home. He said, "I could rape you, you know." I think I must have been surprised. I don't remember surprise, though, what I remember was a white hot rage. An overpowering fury. It has been more than 35 years, and I don't remember exactly what I said. I do remember telling him that if he tried, I'd scream. He said that no one would hear me. I told him I had a really, really loud voice. I also remember telling him, with absolute certainty, that he would do no such thing. There is a thing I do when I am very angry, where my mouth lives a life of its own. It's prone to, for instance, telling someone the truth about themselves to their face in a way that makes it impossible for them not to listen. I wish I could do this when I'm not enraged, it seems like a useful skill. But when I'm enraged, I evidently have some weird power of voice. I no longer remember what I told this young man, but when I was done, he was speechless. I then told him to drive me home. Which he did. We did not speak for the entire half hour drive.
Of the many strange and crazy things that I've done in my life, not getting out of that car is probably high on the list. Insisting that a person who had just offered to rape me start the car and drive me, well, anyplace at all, has to be an act of monumental hubris. However, for me it was very much a matter of being more afraid of the devil I knew than the devil I didn't. That overpowering rage? That was not because he had offered to violate me. It was because if he did, I would have to explain it to my parents. Being raped didn't particularly sound like fun, you understand, but the idea of explaining how it had happened to my parents was purely terrifying. And if this very scary person didn't actually drive me home, as he had promised to do, I was going to be hours late, and have to explain that to my parents, and again, that was much more frightening to me that what he had threatened to do to me. Indeed, if he did actually attack me, at least then I'd have something distracting to tell my parents when they were upset that I was home late.
About a month short of my seventeenth birthday, I lost my virginity. I tell this story as a performance piece, and it's quite funny. While the actual process was traumatic, the final outcomes were largely wonderful, and the whole thing is part of my incredibly complicated relationship with sex and empowerment. But stripped of context and consequences, there are some bare facts that I rarely draw attention to. I was not yet seventeen. He was twenty-five. I was drunk. He helped me get drunk. He was perfectly aware of my age, the fact that I was a virgin, and that I was drunk. He did not use a condom. Now, it is true that for me, it didn't feel like rape. There are weird, important ways in which I was very much an empowered actor in this story. But there is no getting around the fact that, had he been an even minimally decent sort of bloke, he would not have had sex with me. The fact that the outcomes were largely positive for me are important to me, but were not in the least predictable to him. If someone tries to kill you with a shot gun, misses, and cures your hiccups, you still don't think that what he did was a good thing. He tried to fucking murder you. This man, he could easily have ruined my life. The fact that he didn't is a great thing for me, but no virtue redounds to him.
In the Eighties, I spent a lot of time being very sexually available in fandom. It started out partly because I was unable to conceive of having any other type of social capital. It was also easy and fun. Through it, I learned a huge amount of useful things. It was definitely a tool for me, a way to learn about empowerment, empathy, responsibility, and joy. I genuinely don't regret it. I regret some of the mistakes I made, I regret the people I hurt. I don't regret using my sexuality as a tool to become a bigger, better person. But I do wonder if I contributed to making fandom a less good place for women who didn't make that choice. Women who were shyer, women who found the male gaze to be threatening rather than flattering. Is there a place for both of us, I wonder. A place where I could have gotten the positive male attention that I found so enticing, and ultimately wonderful, and not create an environment in which those same men felt it a right to ogle, proposition, take pictures, and generally importune women who weren't interested in that kind of attention. I think that it might be possible, but only if we require that the men actually, you know, make real attempts to differentiate, to notice which of the women are advertising availability and which are not. And to respect both choices.
And for all that the promiscuity was my choice, for my reasons, and served a bunch of really useful purposes for me, it had its downsides. I sometimes felt like a public utility. My right to choose felt slightly eroded. There was also the memorable occasion where I was at a SFLIS meeting and one of the members demanded, in front of everyone, to know why I wouldn't sleep with him. After all, I'd slept with all of the other men there. I remember looking around and realizing that this statement was correct. And I remember failing to find an adequate explanation. I remember feeling that I needed to have an explanation. Which, in retrospect, I really didn't. It was my choice, and I didn't need to explain it to anyone. Most especially not him.
It's actually rather hard to creep on me. I tend to accept the male gaze as a form of compliment. It doesn't frighten me. Random propositions to go to bed with men I don't know very well rarely insult me. But this is entirely me. It is built from weird building blocks that other people don't have. It comes from a childhood of abuse, where I never learned certain types of self-protective behaviors. It comes from having had sexuality as my only form of power at a critical age of learning, and having had that be a largely positive thing. It comes from never having been actually raped. It comes from having had a number of truly wonderful lovers and teachers. Which, you know, is all very nice for me in some ways, but isn't exactly a recipe for building a better world. I don't particularly wish for a different set of boundaries and triggers, but I think it stunningly important that we all start understanding that other people do have other boundaries and triggers and learning to respect those. Which starts, by the way, with figuring out what they are for each of the individuals that we interact with.
I do think that one of the things that #NotAllMen is about is trying to get us to have a _less_ nuanced view of men. It wants us to divide up the male gender into predators and heroes, and then to laud the heroes. The man I eventually married did many wonderful things for me. He helped me free of my abusive family and my abusive religion. He gave me many intellectual tools for moving forward with my life. He loved me, and helped me find a sense of self-worth that I had never had before. And one of the things I did with that burgeoning self-worth was kick his ass to the curb, because he was also a controlling, sexist alcoholic. There is no universe in which Nigel is the hero or the predator, he is always both.
I wonder, do the people behind #NotAllMen actually think that women have a binary view of men? Or, worse, a unitary view? Are they projecting their unitary view of women on the responses they get from women? Is this actually born of their own inability to see women as complicated individuals with actual, lived history which informs their choices? Do they think that the choices people make, regardless of gender, are somehow choices made in a vacuum, based on ideal forms and not on messy real life? And do they think that maybe, they'd get laid more often if women looked at them as the Platonic form of a man, rather than the person that they actually are? Or am I living in a weird bubble where the women I associate with, when they talk about their encounters with men, tend to talk about it in complicated, nuanced ways, trying to sort out the pieces of their experience which are influenced by their past, by existing social constructs, and making complicated cost-benefit analyses where there isn't a single, obvious benefit, but instead a weird buffet of good and bad outcomes, many of which are not entirely obvious on the face of things?
When I was fifteen, I was a volunteer at the Scaife Gallery in the Carnegie Museum. It was usually boring, averaging about one request for the bathroom per hour, and one request for the mummies per week. One day, a clean-cut, nicely dressed, well-spoken young man started chatting me up. It was surprising and flattering. I didn't get a lot of positive attention, especially not positive male attention. He offered to buy me something at the coffee shop. I think I got a milk shake. He was fun to talk to. He was either on leave from or had just left the armed services. I don't know how old he was, early twenties at a guess. Now, I lived in Penn Hills, and the museum was in Oakland, and there were two express buses (The 72U I believe) in the afternoons. I told him I had to leave, in order to catch the last of the expresses. If I missed it, I would have to take the 73 Highland to East Liberty, and change there, and I would be hours late to home. He gallantly offered to drive me home, and we lingered in the coffee shop a brief period longer. I should note that if he was flirting with me, I didn't realize it, and if I was flirting with him, I didn't know it. But I was very young, and very naive.
We went out to his car. It was parked in a fairly small parking lot. There were some people about, and it was late afternoon. I got in, buckled my seat belt. He did not start the engine. I thought that this was odd. I started giving him directions to my home. He said, "I could rape you, you know." I think I must have been surprised. I don't remember surprise, though, what I remember was a white hot rage. An overpowering fury. It has been more than 35 years, and I don't remember exactly what I said. I do remember telling him that if he tried, I'd scream. He said that no one would hear me. I told him I had a really, really loud voice. I also remember telling him, with absolute certainty, that he would do no such thing. There is a thing I do when I am very angry, where my mouth lives a life of its own. It's prone to, for instance, telling someone the truth about themselves to their face in a way that makes it impossible for them not to listen. I wish I could do this when I'm not enraged, it seems like a useful skill. But when I'm enraged, I evidently have some weird power of voice. I no longer remember what I told this young man, but when I was done, he was speechless. I then told him to drive me home. Which he did. We did not speak for the entire half hour drive.
Of the many strange and crazy things that I've done in my life, not getting out of that car is probably high on the list. Insisting that a person who had just offered to rape me start the car and drive me, well, anyplace at all, has to be an act of monumental hubris. However, for me it was very much a matter of being more afraid of the devil I knew than the devil I didn't. That overpowering rage? That was not because he had offered to violate me. It was because if he did, I would have to explain it to my parents. Being raped didn't particularly sound like fun, you understand, but the idea of explaining how it had happened to my parents was purely terrifying. And if this very scary person didn't actually drive me home, as he had promised to do, I was going to be hours late, and have to explain that to my parents, and again, that was much more frightening to me that what he had threatened to do to me. Indeed, if he did actually attack me, at least then I'd have something distracting to tell my parents when they were upset that I was home late.
About a month short of my seventeenth birthday, I lost my virginity. I tell this story as a performance piece, and it's quite funny. While the actual process was traumatic, the final outcomes were largely wonderful, and the whole thing is part of my incredibly complicated relationship with sex and empowerment. But stripped of context and consequences, there are some bare facts that I rarely draw attention to. I was not yet seventeen. He was twenty-five. I was drunk. He helped me get drunk. He was perfectly aware of my age, the fact that I was a virgin, and that I was drunk. He did not use a condom. Now, it is true that for me, it didn't feel like rape. There are weird, important ways in which I was very much an empowered actor in this story. But there is no getting around the fact that, had he been an even minimally decent sort of bloke, he would not have had sex with me. The fact that the outcomes were largely positive for me are important to me, but were not in the least predictable to him. If someone tries to kill you with a shot gun, misses, and cures your hiccups, you still don't think that what he did was a good thing. He tried to fucking murder you. This man, he could easily have ruined my life. The fact that he didn't is a great thing for me, but no virtue redounds to him.
In the Eighties, I spent a lot of time being very sexually available in fandom. It started out partly because I was unable to conceive of having any other type of social capital. It was also easy and fun. Through it, I learned a huge amount of useful things. It was definitely a tool for me, a way to learn about empowerment, empathy, responsibility, and joy. I genuinely don't regret it. I regret some of the mistakes I made, I regret the people I hurt. I don't regret using my sexuality as a tool to become a bigger, better person. But I do wonder if I contributed to making fandom a less good place for women who didn't make that choice. Women who were shyer, women who found the male gaze to be threatening rather than flattering. Is there a place for both of us, I wonder. A place where I could have gotten the positive male attention that I found so enticing, and ultimately wonderful, and not create an environment in which those same men felt it a right to ogle, proposition, take pictures, and generally importune women who weren't interested in that kind of attention. I think that it might be possible, but only if we require that the men actually, you know, make real attempts to differentiate, to notice which of the women are advertising availability and which are not. And to respect both choices.
And for all that the promiscuity was my choice, for my reasons, and served a bunch of really useful purposes for me, it had its downsides. I sometimes felt like a public utility. My right to choose felt slightly eroded. There was also the memorable occasion where I was at a SFLIS meeting and one of the members demanded, in front of everyone, to know why I wouldn't sleep with him. After all, I'd slept with all of the other men there. I remember looking around and realizing that this statement was correct. And I remember failing to find an adequate explanation. I remember feeling that I needed to have an explanation. Which, in retrospect, I really didn't. It was my choice, and I didn't need to explain it to anyone. Most especially not him.
It's actually rather hard to creep on me. I tend to accept the male gaze as a form of compliment. It doesn't frighten me. Random propositions to go to bed with men I don't know very well rarely insult me. But this is entirely me. It is built from weird building blocks that other people don't have. It comes from a childhood of abuse, where I never learned certain types of self-protective behaviors. It comes from having had sexuality as my only form of power at a critical age of learning, and having had that be a largely positive thing. It comes from never having been actually raped. It comes from having had a number of truly wonderful lovers and teachers. Which, you know, is all very nice for me in some ways, but isn't exactly a recipe for building a better world. I don't particularly wish for a different set of boundaries and triggers, but I think it stunningly important that we all start understanding that other people do have other boundaries and triggers and learning to respect those. Which starts, by the way, with figuring out what they are for each of the individuals that we interact with.
I do think that one of the things that #NotAllMen is about is trying to get us to have a _less_ nuanced view of men. It wants us to divide up the male gender into predators and heroes, and then to laud the heroes. The man I eventually married did many wonderful things for me. He helped me free of my abusive family and my abusive religion. He gave me many intellectual tools for moving forward with my life. He loved me, and helped me find a sense of self-worth that I had never had before. And one of the things I did with that burgeoning self-worth was kick his ass to the curb, because he was also a controlling, sexist alcoholic. There is no universe in which Nigel is the hero or the predator, he is always both.
I wonder, do the people behind #NotAllMen actually think that women have a binary view of men? Or, worse, a unitary view? Are they projecting their unitary view of women on the responses they get from women? Is this actually born of their own inability to see women as complicated individuals with actual, lived history which informs their choices? Do they think that the choices people make, regardless of gender, are somehow choices made in a vacuum, based on ideal forms and not on messy real life? And do they think that maybe, they'd get laid more often if women looked at them as the Platonic form of a man, rather than the person that they actually are? Or am I living in a weird bubble where the women I associate with, when they talk about their encounters with men, tend to talk about it in complicated, nuanced ways, trying to sort out the pieces of their experience which are influenced by their past, by existing social constructs, and making complicated cost-benefit analyses where there isn't a single, obvious benefit, but instead a weird buffet of good and bad outcomes, many of which are not entirely obvious on the face of things?
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Date: 2014-06-01 03:06 pm (UTC)When I read this the first time I thought you were assigning yourself responsibility for creating the to-some hostile environment. As I look at it again I'm not sure, but if you are, I'd strongly suggest you didn't. The responsibility is on the people who can't treat people as individuals who need different things, and make a good-faith attempt to figure out what those things are. While in the end an environment that disregards your wishes is probably better than one that disregards the wishes of the people who want to be left alone, your wishes are still legitimate, and that's a false choice.
I wonder, do the people behind #NotAllMen actually think that women have a binary view of men? Or, worse, a unitary view?
Women, no. Lots of women on the internet, yes. In a sense perhaps you are living in a weird bubble, though I prefer to think of them being the ones in the bubble. I had an extremely creepy conversation this week (based on a repost of a thing that treated men as undifferentiable) with a woman who has generally behaved as if she were my friend in the past. I got six or seven emails from her that were completely unindividuated, with zero attempt to talk to me as a person or relate to the things I was saying. The stock phrases and non-sequiturs flew wildly, and she was clearly treating me as some sort of homonculus made up of a collection of dumbass dudebro arguments she'd encountered in the past. I eventually called
And do they think that maybe, they'd get laid more often if
And in terms of a unitary view, you know, we do have more than one motivation. If I had a choice to give up sex in return for never again being treated as a potential rapist, I'd probably take it.
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Date: 2014-06-01 03:23 pm (UTC)I am very sorry about your creepy conversation. That's genuinely horrible. The experience of a conversation going toxic because my conversation partner is only engaging with a weird, gender essentialist construct instead of with me is entirely familiar, and is a humiliating experience.
Perhaps I was a little too snarky with the "maybe. they'd get laid more often" crack. I don't have to worry about being treated like a potential rapist, obviously, but I do go through life often defined as a potential rapee. And that, too, is several different sorts of not-fun.
People, complicated. Who knew?
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Date: 2014-06-01 03:33 pm (UTC)I don't regret using my sexuality as a tool to become a bigger, better person. But I do wonder if I contributed to making fandom a less good place for women who didn't make that choice. Women who were shyer, women who found the male gaze to be threatening rather than flattering. Is there a place for both of us, I wonder. A place where I could have gotten the positive male attention that I found so enticing, and ultimately wonderful, and not create an environment in which those same men felt it a right to ogle, proposition, take pictures, and generally importune women who weren't interested in that kind of attention. I think that it might be possible, but only if we require that the men actually, you know, make real attempts to differentiate, to notice which of the women are advertising availability and which are not. And to respect both choices.
I think that's entirely possible to achieve. I think we're all sort of working on it right now, individually and collectively, trying to figure it out.
Here's a sort of parallel example: for a lot of people, coming into fandom and finding out that they can be in a large social circle where they don't have to be religious (usually in the form of being a Christian, American culture being what it is) is amazingly liberating. And that's wonderful. It's great. I want it to be that way. And the minute that becomes a place where nobody can be religious, it kind of sucks.
We need to stay good at "this is a way that people can choose to be" without it tipping over into "this is the way that our people are."
And that's one of the places I've really run into problems with fandom and physical/sexual availability of women. People who came into fandom and found, with joy, that it was not full of repressive rules about not hugging anybody ever, not kissing until the third date and certainly never hugging or kissing anybody you were not formally dating, etc., sometimes codified their own rules and assumed that they were what being fannish is all about. Shutting your mouth and letting people grope you when you don't want them to grope you is all part of the deal. And if you object, then you are not a real fan. Or worse, because they already know you are a real fan, because you are friends with real fans, they already know you won't object, so they are in your space and gone so fast you can't even object without chasing them down the hotel hallway shouting, "Don't touch that, it's not yours!"
You having arrangements with various people, historically and currently, that you want to have sex with them--or casually feel each other up or whatever--is not a problem. The people who belittle problems with, "Oh, that's just how BillyJoeBobTed is, he'll just grab your ass and get on with his day, you can't get upset about it, that's fandom," that's a problem. The people who think that no arrangements are required: problem.
And it's the same problem outside fandom. It's the same problem when someone tells you that you can't get upset about it if you want to keep your job because that's how men are. Because it's not how men are. If it was just "how men are," we would have a very different problem. And that's what makes me furious about the phrase "not all men" becoming this piece of snark. Because in fact, no. Not all men. It is relevant that not. All. Men. It is relevant that we can expect better of each other as people, and should. It is relevant that we can treat each other as people and demand to be treated as people ourselves. All of us.
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Date: 2014-06-01 03:57 pm (UTC)That we need to expect better from each other is something I completely agree with. I have not seen the #NotAllMen as actually advancing that cause. Instead, what I have seen has been much more along the lines of "I have acted like a decent human being, I am entitled to a cookie." Just as I am unwilling to take on guilt for having been sexually promiscuous and possibly giving some guy an unrealistic set of expectations towards someone who wasn't me, I am not interested in making some random guy I don't know take on a load of guilt for the actions of some other dude somewhere. Moreover, although all women have these types of experiences, we deal with them differently. So, #NotAllWomen needs to be a part of the conversation, too. But at its core, I do think that we are trying to insist that this extremely common experience be acknowledged and dealt with, rather than treated as some sort of aberration which only "certain" women have had.
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Date: 2014-06-01 04:04 pm (UTC)I'm glad to be seeing you talking about how people deal with it in different ways, because that's exactly what I haven't been seeing in #YesAllWomen, and what I do not have the time/energy to deal with personally at the moment.
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Date: 2014-06-01 04:51 pm (UTC)I do think that we are trying to insist that this extremely common experience be acknowledged and dealt with
This is where the core of #YesAllWomen was really great.
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Date: 2014-06-01 06:18 pm (UTC)I had a much better experience with early religious upbringing than many I've heard about. I tend to believe in something I call God; it's probably not the same thing atheists think of when they say they don't believe in God.
I'm not dogmatic about any particular creed and have studied a wide range of religions and respect them all as attempts to understand certain aspects of human experience in relation to the wider universe.
This said, I hesitate to talk about spirituality in many fannish contexts because of the feeling that people will think I'm stupid for not disbelieving the way they do.
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Date: 2014-06-01 06:27 pm (UTC)I wouldn't say that, but any man could unwittingly step on boundaries that some individual woman might have that are not what he'd expect.
Fandom is a subculture with different women who have different expectations, as discussed above, but we're fairly tolerant of having differences.
Encountering a woman from another subculture, say where polyamory is unheard of, it could be taken as a gross insult even to flirt with her while involved with some other(s). Offering to shake hands with a Muslim woman. Making eye contact with a woman of another culture, etc. Lots of things could lead someone to be seen as a monster when we don't know enough about where the other person is coming from.
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Date: 2014-06-02 01:30 am (UTC)I'd suggest this particularly awesome derail is evidence that derailing is an incredibly stupid concept, rather than reason to discount the women involved, though.
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Date: 2014-06-02 01:37 am (UTC)(It's the same issue with many religions; the religion asserts the propriety of a default narrative. There's a diversity of such default narratives, but the issue is usually the default part, not what it actually says.)
So, "Not unless they say", rather than "this is the (implicitly only) kind of story there is to tell". You have to negotiate everything every time.
I also think the expectation of sex adds a lot of stupidity, but the majority of the narrative is about confirmation of status and social order; the insistence on mechanistic social rules is a tool to avoid having negotiate. (Status means being able to organize things so you're less likely to lose than you'd be without status.)
That sounds really dry; a huge part of the problem is that the social order presupposes an absence of female agency sufficient to refuse the proper ritual behaviour. It's not a trivial problem of politeness or other social ritual, it's a question of constructing status in some other way.
I'm still going to vote for "no default narrative is legitimate" but I know just how much extra work that involves. Not especially likely to win in the end
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Date: 2014-06-02 02:34 am (UTC)However, I've seen posts this week that did things like conflating the estimated 25% rate for women experiencing rape and violent sexual assault (which is as far as I know either accurate or too conservative an estimate) with a 25% rate for men performing those acts--for which I have never seen a remotely credible study suggesting anywhere near those numbers.
I've seen posts that don't draw a line between "some women's traumatic experiences are going to make them afraid of men, and men need to understand that that's not about them personally"--which is both true and important--and "men are scary and the correct response is to inculcate fear in pretty much any public setting"--which I have spent a great deal of time personally unlearning and want to keep as far away from myself and my goddaughter as possible.
So actually I'm not really in a mode where I can take intentions as results. Some people who say they want to advocate for women with experiences like mine are actually doing a good job of it. Some are not. But I'm not going to start judging by stated intentions any time soon.
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Date: 2014-06-02 03:52 am (UTC)As I understand the chronology, this all started with the misogynist asshole in California that killed seven people after posting a really spectacularly horrific misogynist manifesto. A number of people were trying to talk about how this was a manifestation of misogyny, and were unhappy that people kept on talking about the incident as if "mental health" were the sole problem. As tempers frayed, there was a hashtag on Twitter called #notallmen which was seen as an answer to the people wanting to talk about misogyny as a problem which causes real people to be real dead. This, to me, is the classic derail, and what I was referring to. Whether or not there are good guys is kinda immaterial to the question of whether or not the resting state of misogyny in the environment actually kills people. The response to #notallmen was #yesallwomen, and the conversation has gone in some interesting places, some productive, some not. My own interest was sparked by my initial response that #yesallwomen of course didn't really apply to me. When I realized it did, I became interested in how those pieces of my life fit with the larger picture, but with a focus on, you know, my life. Because, my blog. So, that's the chronology as I understand it.