Category Archives: Male Privilege

Reporting While Female

I was taking a tour of a local factory as part of some announcement or other. I’d been there several times, as it was a major local employer and covering that industry was the key part of my beat. I felt pretty comfortable there, and many of the employees knew me on a first-name basis. So when one of the workers called me over to his work area, I thought nothing of it. I didn’t know the guy, but he seemed to know me. And then he said, “What do you think about this?” He yanked a magazine off of a corkboard near his workstation and flashed it at me: a rather boring pin-up picture of an airbrushed woman wearing a thong and a bikini top that did nothing other than cover the nipples.

Reporting While Female

I was taking a tour of a local factory as part of some announcement or other. I’d been there several times, as it was a major local employer and covering that industry was the key part of my beat. I felt pretty comfortable there, and many of the employees knew me on a first-name basis. So when one of the workers called me over to his work area, I thought nothing of it. I didn’t know the guy, but he seemed to know me. And then he said, “What do you think about this?” He yanked a magazine off of a corkboard near his workstation and flashed it at me: a rather boring pin-up picture of an airbrushed woman wearing a thong and a bikini top that did nothing other than cover the nipples.

Believe What Men Tell Each Other.

Believe What Men Tell Each Other. When people call prostitution a victimless crime, they’re forgetting that many women are forced into prostitution by human trafficking or abusive pimps or turn to it out of sheer desperation. By paying for sex,

Believe What Men Tell Each Other.

Believe What Men Tell Each Other. When people call prostitution a victimless crime, they’re forgetting that many women are forced into prostitution by human trafficking or abusive pimps or turn to it out of sheer desperation. By paying for sex,

Bouncing the Privilege Check

This is what privilege has come to mean amongst a set of people. The only way to be seen as truly authentic is to claim as many disadvantages as possible. And if you can claim several disadvantages, that becomes a weapon you can use against opponents. Being extra super disadvantaged gives you a better vantage point from which to launch an attack.

Bouncing the Privilege Check

This is what privilege has come to mean amongst a set of people. The only way to be seen as truly authentic is to claim as many disadvantages as possible. And if you can claim several disadvantages, that becomes a weapon you can use against opponents. Being extra super disadvantaged gives you a better vantage point from which to launch an attack.

My Trust Issues With Men, Part II: Un-Gentlemanly Callers

One of the first thing a hotline volunteer learns on the job is that many of the calls that come in are made by the same group of people. We call them regulars. They may call once a week, once a day or even once an hour. Many of these regulars really do need help. Some are paranoid schizophrenics. Some are chronically lonely. I truly believed that being on the other end of that phone line for them was worthwhile.

But then there’s another sort of regular. We called them the masturbators.

My Trust Issues With Men, Part II: Un-Gentlemanly Callers

One of the first thing a hotline volunteer learns on the job is that many of the calls that come in are made by the same group of people. We call them regulars. They may call once a week, once a day or even once an hour. Many of these regulars really do need help. Some are paranoid schizophrenics. Some are chronically lonely. I truly believed that being on the other end of that phone line for them was worthwhile.

But then there’s another sort of regular. We called them the masturbators.

Harassed for the Junk in her Trunk

I swear I started this blog because I wanted to write about my own baggage, but the junk in someone else’s trunk has distracted me. Literally.

Harassed for the Junk in her Trunk

I swear I started this blog because I wanted to write about my own baggage, but the junk in someone else’s trunk has distracted me. Literally.