First World Problems
greetings earthlings
Royce paced back and forth. The thoughts swimming through his head made his legs restless.
“I wish I had a time machine”, he quietly mused to himself.
An itch struck him right below his right knee. “Shit”. In his absent-mindlessness he had scratched the skin off of what seemed to be a bug bite.
“How the Hell did this get here?” The small red bump had now flattened, and the redness spread.
Royce ran a finger across the infected skin. Friction.
He went back to pacing, ignoring the bite.
Royce’s eyes looked tired, almost exhausted. This exhaustion was no result from a sleepless night, or a busy day, however. No, Royce’s eyes reflected the exhaustion of nostalgia. Exhaustion from the same thoughts being run through his brain from a multitude of angles. Poked and prodded from just about every different scenario.
“I wish I had a time machine, so I could go back in time to meet Einstein and ask him how to build a time machine”. Royce’s eyes narrowed. There was something off about that statement but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Perhaps because it had made its way back to the bug bite.
Royce flinched in pain. The redness deepened. “I just never learn, do I?”.
“A time machine should be used for more important matters, if such a thing ever existed anyway. The very thought of a time machine should bring connotations of a global scale. It should be used to eradicate third world countries, prevent the spreading of HIV, stopping fucking Hitler. Why would I ever use it to fix my own puny, pathetic problems?”.
Pacing resumed. Perplexity settled in, Perhaps this pondering of past problems left more than just a pensive look on Royce. Perhaps Royce partakes in this painful practice to purge himself of a preconceived perception. Perhaps this dwelling is but a precursor of the prestige of the prevalence that will soon come forth, when Royce gathers his pride and prevails over this seemingly-perpetual predicament.
Power will soon be in the prodigious hands of Royce, but as for the present;
Royce sighs. “I wish I had a time machine”.
I have a problem with Donald Glover. It revolves around that whole rape-as-a-punchline thing he does. I’m sure even as I type this that next to no one will give a shit and it’ll ultimately be swept under the rug as the Donald Glover Dick-Sucking Bandwagon rolls on by, but it legitimately bothers me. It’s not even like it’s a one-time thing with him. It that were the case, I probably wouldn’t care so much. I would just side-eye him and carry on. But no, he just keeps coming back to it. This guy has used rape as a punchline in every single endeavor that he’s undertaken. Doesn’t anyone notice this?
For starters, there’s his twitter, which served as the impetus for this post:
That just makes sense, right? Because when something annoys you, rape threats, however half-hearted and facetious, are the next logical step.
I don’t even know what to say this. It’s so ridiculously asinine– I just can’t.
There’s Bro Rape, starring Donald as Bro Rapist, in which he and the other dudebros from Derrick Comedy put on a mock-investigative report in order to bring attention to the the bro rape epidemic, but what they’re really mocking is rape in general because it’s a totally hilarious thing and should be treated as such.
He raps about rape in two of his songs. In “Put It in My Video” he brags:
I’m blowin’ up like my swagger on the Gaza
I’m writing movies where I’m making out with Aubrey Plaza
And homegirl my homegirl, it is not like that
But if she tried to rape me, I would not fight backAnd again in “Not Going Back” he states:
That’s why these fuckin’ MCs want their asses back
Don’t you know that I’m a rapist, ask a trackPersonally, I find the first example more problematic than the second. I don’t expect someone like Donald Glover to understand what’s wrong with saying, “If she tried to rape me, I would not fight back,” but it is so, so wrong. He’s obviously bought into the bullshit notion that not fighting back means you enjoy it. What’s worse, he’s perpetuating that bullshit notion. If what it comes down to is him wanting to fuck his hot friend, why not just say that? Why bring up rape in the first place? Donald Glover is not completely stupid. I’m sure he could’ve written some other lyrics. In the second example, he’s just being his douchetastic self, boasting about success he hasn’t earned and skills he doesn’t have. Why he needed to brag about being a rapist to do that, I’m not sure, but I’m betting it has something to do with him being a douche. Then again I don’t know what I expect from a dude who’s lyrics are rife with misogyny.
Before it was removed from YouTube as a result of a copyright claim, I had the chance to see a video of the stand-up portion of his iamdonald tour. I’m sure you’ve figured as much, but there are rape jokes there too. At one point he says that if someone tried to rape him, “they would have to be really tricky about it.” Oh, I see. Because rapists are usually upstanding gentlemen who are straightforward about their intentions, but in order to pull one past Donald Glover they would have to resort to trickery. Because he’s too smart/suspecting/discerning/whatever to be bamboozled by the usual rape methods. I see.
I know we live in a rape culture, but when are we as a society going to realize that rape jokes in stand-up are cliché? I’m aware that controversial topics have and will always be joked about in comedy, but so many comedians these days think rape is this super edgy topic and that by including rape jokes in their routine they are showing how fearless they are and that they are willing to push the envelope. Stop. Just stop it. Everybody is doing rape jokes these days. You aren’t pushing shit. At this point you’re just following the trend.
Then there’s this interview in which he says:
“I guess for a dude it’s never gonna be totally awful. You can’t really get raped unless it’s by a dude. If a girl forces sex on you it’s like, yeah, it was awful…but I had sex! I wasn’t in the mood…but I was hard.”
To all dudes out there who have been raped, don’t be bummed out about it. Just look on the bright side. You got laid! Focus on what’s really important. The pros outweigh the cons, at least according to Donald Glover. Honestly, it’s baffling how anyone could be this. damn. ignorant.
I don’t doubt for a second that Donald Glover is a nice guy. I’d even go so far as to say I suspect he is a Nice Guy®. But for all his self-awareness, he is still a misogynist douchebag (really, ladies, he just wants to be treated like a piece of meat) who chooses to perpetuate rape culture.
But I’m probably just taking it all too seriously. Donald Glover’s probably a nice guy and he’s probably never raped anyone, never would, and doesn’t condone it. They’re just jokes, right? Wrong. Jokes are supposed to be funny. Rape jokes don’t exist in a vacuum. They exist to minimize the experience of those who’ve suffered it and laugh at their trauma. Rape isn’t a punchline, asshole. Seriously, shut the fuck up, Donald Glover.
Ho. Ly. Shit.
Somebody rape this bitch.
Dexter is an American television drama series that centers on Dexter Morgan (Michael C. Hall), a bloodstain pattern analyst for the Miami Metro Police Department who moonlights as a serial killer.
SEASON 1
01x04: Let’s Give the Boy a Hand
SEASON 2
02x07: That Night, a Forest Grew
02x10: There’s Something About Harry
SEASON 3
03x03: The Lion Sleeps Tonight
03x08: The Damage a Man Can Do
SEASON 4
SEASON 5
05x06: Everything is Illuminated
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I really hate it when tumblrs use disaster relief efforts as a means to advertise their blog. I really hate it. If you want to donate, just donate out of the good of your own heart. Leave all that reblogging and liking crap out of the mix. If you want to give money then just give it. Please stop…
Yes, the people who are using the disaster in Japan to advertise their blog are douchebags. But they’re douchebags who are willing to help. I don’t think the victims of this crisis care how the help is given as long as the help arrives. They might be bad people, but they’re helping. Please don’t tell them to stop.
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The family you choose to spend time with is sometimes more important than the one you were born into.
Yeah, one member of the family can have the tiniest eyes known to man, another member may not be able to go 3 pictures without touching himself in at least one, another may believe that a purple dress shirt looks good with black basketball shorts, and another may drop more cultural references than Abed from Community, but that doesn’t make it any less of a family.
We weather storms together, give each other advice, and help each other as best we can. We have Thanksgiving dinners and Christmas gift exchanges. We film our shenanigans, spend way too much time playing the ‘would you rather’ game, and engage in cutthroat games of Monopoly. We spew way too many penis jokes, race each other to get shotgun, and talk about girls more often than not. We goof, we laugh until we cry, and we talk massive amounts of crap during video game sessions.
I guess at the end of the day, we’re just some grown ass kids. But I still consider us a family, and I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.
Don’t believe him. This family has been nothing but abusive to me. Someone call Social Services.