Harvey Weinstein

[Xela]

12 hours ago, Zatman said:

I see Lena Dunham career now looks in trouble for defending her writer and then backtracking. Always found her to be an attention seeking feminist when it suited her agenda

Attention seeker. Seems the media have finally wised up to her at last. 

[TheAuthority]

9 hours ago, Brumerican said:

For the rapers. (I assume they enjoyed doing it) 

That should be obvious. 

In prison he would be the rapeee 

That too should be obvious. 

I personally think rape is generally a bad thing. 

That too should be obvious. 

Clear? 

 

No it wasn't clear to me from your original post. 

But I'll try and understand more clearly your jokes about rape in the future.

[lapal_fan]

40 minutes ago, TheAuthority said:

No it wasn't clear to me from your original post. 

But I'll try and understand more clearly your jokes about rape in the future.

ahh don't be one of those! 

[Brumerican]

2 hours ago, TheAuthority said:

No it wasn't clear to me from your original post. 

But I'll try and understand more clearly your jokes about rape in the future.

Any joke was based on the slight possibility that one day Robinho could be passed around the prison showers. 

I can live with it. 

[Xela]

[AVFC_Hitz]

On 11/24/2017 at 13:55, Xela said:

Attention seeker. Seems the media have finally wised up to her at last. 

Mooney'd her 5/7 wnb.

Roystons.

[Zatman]

Just remembered 2nd season of Masters of None had a similar plot. Maybe its a coincidence or they knew something was going to boil over

[LondonLax]

Brazil and Italy don’t have an extradition treaty so as long as Robinho doesn’t feel like a European holiday any time soon he won’t be seeing any prison showers. 

[Mark Albrighton]

I dare say Dustin Hoffman won’t be wishing John Oliver a happy new year.

 

[Zatman]

De Niro looks like he has no idea what was going on

[a m ole]

https://apple.news/AY9AJ9OxIT1i_ncRJ_b5aig

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Comedian and Master of None star Aziz Ansari has responded to allegations of sexual misconduct made by a Brooklyn-based photographer that took place in September 2017. The woman’s story has continued the ongoing conversation within the #MeToo movement about behavior and consent.
A 23-year-old woman accused Ansari of sexual misconduct on a date in an article posted by the publication Babe. In the story, the woman, given the pseudonym “Grace,” describes going out with the actor after meeting him at a party last year. She chronicles an evening where Ansari pressured her for sex, repeatedly ignoring her verbal and non-verbal cues that he should slow down, until she eventually left his Manhattan apartment.
Ansari sent her a text message the next day, which Babe posted on Twitter, to which the woman responded explaining that she left the date feeling uneasy. “It may have seemed okay. But I didn’t feel good at all,” she wrote.

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Aziz Ansari accused of sexual misconduct.

https://apple.news/ACLmSqQaLT7-ePjLsR-pvbg

An interesting rebuttal highlighting the grey-ness of the issue.

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Sexual mores in the West have changed so rapidly over the past 100 years that by the time you reach 50, intimate accounts of commonplace sexual events of the young seem like science fiction: You understand the vocabulary and the sentence structure, but all of the events take place in outer space. You’re just too old.
This was my experience reading the account of one young woman’s alleged sexual encounter with Aziz Ansari, published by the website Babe this weekend. The world in which it constituted an episode of sexual assault was so far from my own two experiences of near date rape (which took place, respectively, during the Carter and Reagan administrations, roughly between the kidnapping of the Iran hostages and the start of the Falklands War) that I just couldn’t pick up the tune. But, like the recent New Yorker story “Cat Person,”—about a soulless and disappointing hookup between two people who mostly knew each other through texts—the account has proved deeply resonant and meaningful to a great number of young women, who have responded in large numbers on social media, saying that it is frighteningly and infuriatingly similar to crushing experiences of their own.  It is therefore worth reading and, in its way, is an important contribution to the present conversation.
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Here’s how the story goes: A young woman, who is given the identity-protecting name “Grace” in the story, was excited to encounter Ansari at a party in Los Angeles, and even though he initially brushed her off, when he saw that they both had the same kind of old-fashioned camera, he paid attention to her and got her number. He texted her when they both got back to New York, asking whether she wanted to go out, and she was so excited, she spent a lot of time choosing her outfit and texting pictures of it to friends. They had a glass of wine at his apartment, and then he rushed her through dinner at an expensive restaurant and brought her back to his apartment. Within minutes of returning, she was sitting on the kitchen counter and he was—apparently consensually—performing oral sex on her (here the older reader’s eyes widen, because this was hardly the first move in the “one-night stands” of yesteryear), but then went on, per her account, to pressure her for sex in a variety of ways that were not honorable. Eventually, overcome by her emotions at the way the night was going, she told him, “You guys are all the **** same,” and left crying. I thought it was the most significant line in the story: This has happened to her many times before. What led her to believe that this time would be different?
* * *
I was a teenager in the late 1970s, long past the great awakening (sexual intercourse began in 1963, which was plenty of time for me), but as far away from Girl Power as World War I was from the Tet Offensive. The great girl-shaping institutions, significantly the magazines and advice books and novels that I devoured, were decades away from being handed over to actual girls and young women to write and edit, and they were still filled with the cautionary advice and moralistic codes of the ’50s. With the exception of the explicit physical details, stories like Grace’s—which usually appeared in the form of “as told to,” and which were probably the invention of editors and the work product of middle-aged women writers—were so common as to be almost regular features of these cultural products. In fact, the bitterly disappointed girl crying in a taxi muttering “They’re all the same” was almost a trope. Make a few changes to Grace’s story and it would fit right into the narrative of those books and magazines, which would have dissected what happened to her in a pitiless way.
When she saw Ansari at the party, she was excited by his celebrity—“Grace said it was surreal to be meeting up with Ansari, a successful comedian and major celebrity”—which the magazines would have told us was shallow; he brushed her off, but she kept after him, which they would have called desperate; doing so meant ignoring her actual date of the evening, which they would have called cruel. Agreeing to meet at his apartment—instead of expecting him to come to her place to pick her up—they would have called unwise; ditto drinking with him alone. Drinking, we were told, could lead to a girl’s getting “carried away,” which was the way female sexual desire was always characterized in these things—as in, “She got carried away the night of the prom.” As for what happened sexually, the writers would have blamed her completely: What was she thinking, getting drunk with an older man she hardly knew, after revealing her eagerness to get close to him? The signal rule about dating, from its inception in the 1920s to right around the time of the Falklands war, was that if anything bad happened to a girl on a date, it was her fault.
Those magazines didn’t prepare teenage girls for sports or STEM or huge careers; the kind of world-conquering, taking-numbers strength that is the common language of the most-middle-of-the road cultural products aimed at today’s girls was totally absent. But in one essential aspect they reminded us that we were strong in a way that so many modern girls are weak. They told us over and over again that if a man tried to push you into anything you didn’t want, even just a kiss, you told him flat out you weren’t doing it. If he kept going, you got away from him. You were always to have “mad money” with you: cab fare in case he got “fresh” and then refused to drive you home. They told you to slap him if you had to; they told you to get out of the car and start wailing if you had to. They told you to do whatever it took to stop him from using your body in any way you didn’t want, and under no circumstances to go down without a fight. In so many ways, compared with today’s young women, we were weak; we were being prepared for being wives and mothers, not occupants of the C-Suite. But as far as getting away from a man who was trying to pressure us into sex we didn’t want, we were strong.  
Was Grace frozen, terrified, stuck? No. She tells us that she wanted something from Ansari and that she was trying to figure out how to get it. She wanted affection, kindness, attention. Perhaps she hoped to maybe even become the famous man’s girlfriend. He wasn’t interested. What she felt afterward—rejected yet another time, by yet another man—was regret. And what she and the writer who told her story created was 3,000 words of revenge porn. The clinical detail in which the story is told is intended not to validate her account as much as it is to hurt and humiliate Ansari. Together, the two women may have destroyed Ansari’s career, which is now the punishment for every kind of male sexual misconduct, from the grotesque to the disappointing.
Twenty-four hours ago—this is the speed at which we are now operating—Aziz Ansari was a man whom many people admired and whose work, although very well paid, also performed a social good. He was the first exposure many young Americans had to a Muslim man who was aspirational, funny, immersed in the same culture that they are. Now he has been—in a professional sense—assassinated, on the basis of one woman’s anonymous account. Many of the college-educated white women who so vocally support this movement are entirely on her side. The feminist writer and speaker Jessica Valenti tweeted, “A lot of men will read that post about Aziz Ansari and see an everyday, reasonable sexual interaction. But part of what women are saying right now is that what the culture considers ‘normal’ sexual encounters are not working for us, and oftentimes harmful.”
I thought it would take a little longer for the hit squad of privileged young white women to open fire on brown-skinned men. I had assumed that on the basis of intersectionality and all that, they’d stay laser focused on college-educated white men for another few months. But we’re at warp speed now, and the revolution—in many ways so good and so important—is starting to sweep up all sorts of people into its conflagration: the monstrous, the cruel, and the simply unlucky. Apparently there is a whole country full of young women who don’t know how to call a cab, and who have spent a lot of time picking out pretty outfits for dates they hoped would be nights to remember. They’re angry and temporarily powerful, and last night they destroyed a man who didn’t deserve it.

 

[StefanAVFC]

The original article is awful and makes a bit of a mockery about a genuine movement that is doing good things. 

A consentual, yet awkward encounter is how I read it. She went down on him twice and he didn't force her to do anything. From her story as soon as she verbalised no he backed off. 

Stinks of a hit piece tbh. 

[Dr_Pangloss]

He should be suing her over this.

[Ingram85]

Yeah I don’t think Aziz did anything that millions of people both men and women haven’t done before. I think we are a step further to pre first sex contracts. Signed in blood. World is going mad but the problem is that it hampers the genuine cause towards changing the real issues women face. But as it goes on Men will just become resigned to the fact we are privileged sex crazed monsters in the worlds eyes, we can do no right and we’ll just **** it all off to go down the pub instead. 

Men will become genuinely scared to even hit on a women or ask them out while on a night out lest they wake up and find themselves on the bbc front pages for an affront against all womankind. Just bizarrely infuriating. 

Edited January 15, 2018 by Ingram85

[Xela]

Agree with above post. Its stuff like this that dilutes the power of the movement. We've all had awkward dates or one night stands that we regretted he next Monday. Now you run the risk of being publicly labelled a sex monster. Also, there has been a good few rape/sexual assault cases collapse very recently due to the defendant lying about it. Google Liam Allen, Samson Makele and Danny Kay for ones in the last month. Combination of people lying and Police/Prosecutors withholding evidence. There was that woman last year (Jemma Beale) who had falsely accused 15 men of rape at various times with one spending 2 years in jail. Luckily she got 10 years for it.

Dating is already a minefield and stuff like this will just make people more wary and it takes the attention away from the genuine cases of rape/sexual assault. 

The sooner realistic sex robots are here the better. No need for a woman then! 

[Morley_crosses_to_Withe]

23 minutes ago, Xela said:

(Jemma Beale) 

8/10 WB. 

[Xela]

2 minutes ago, Morley_crosses_to_Withe said:

8/10 WB. 

Police should have took one look at her and decided then she was lying! 

[Seat68]

12 hours ago, Xela said:

Police should have took one look at her and decided then she was lying! 

Just picture it.

There you are at a bar. Single (in this scenario).

Up walks Jemma Beale. Starts a conversation, comes onto you and invites you back to hers.

"Nah sorry love. Don't rate you. I'm alright thanks"

 

What a load of tosh  

 

The internet is hilarious for this sort of thing. As if you'd turn down Jemma Beale 

Edited January 17, 2018 by Seat68

[Xela]

I've never scraped that low in the barrel! 

[bickster]

I'd have to Mooney this Beale woman, CBA