It was back in 2014 that I started to write about rape culture here on my blog. Those who have read my books, though they are works of fiction, know there is that element in there as well. The subject isn't something I can ever escape really because of my life experiences. It has been a part of me since I was first assaulted when I was 19 and those that have happened since then.
Currently you can't turn on the news or open social media without seeing a new sexual assault/harassment/misconduct coming to light. Though Hollywood has been the highlights as of late, these situations happen in every walk of life. Rape culture is alive and well in all these and victim blaming goes hand in hand with it.
There have been many phrases thrown out lately about some of these women saying "what did they expect," "why didn't they report it back then" "they're just looking for money" "well they didn't implicitly say no." This goes along with different accounts and variations of stories from women from all walks of life. What sickens me the most is the bulk of people that are victim blaming ARE WOMEN.
The #metoo movement has sought to give a voice to these women and yet others out there are shutting them down. The insecurity and anxiety that comes along with harassment or assault is already heightened and spewing this victim blaming nonsense. This is why women don't report because they start to question whether or not their situations were "severe enough" or whether they "imagined it" or "they shouldn't have put themselves in that position so they deserved it."
I know this because all those things are what made me not report my assault back then. I wish more than anything I could go back and shake that 19 year old girl and tell her not to listen to those around her. Even to this day when I disclose my past experience (since I've gotten to a place in my life where I'm comfortable doing so) one of the first questions I get asked is "why didn't you report it?"
"Because I thought it was my fault."
Those words will forever echo in my brain. I think about other young women in these situations who are questioning things as well. Like I stated above, they see these stories everywhere now and I hope that they will see them and come forward. But when they see the victim blaming going on along with it, it may cause them to not come forward.
So if you take nothing else away from this post, it's to think before you speak. Think before you type. Think before you post. What you may be spewing could affect those in a good or bad way depending on what you chose. This is not a partisan problem it is a HUMAN problem.
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Maternity Pants and Mouthfuls of Carbs
What can I say, my love for alliterations hasn’t
gone away even with the changes going on in my life right now. Today’s post is
more personal than others mostly because as a writer, I need to get these words
out, and also I find the further I get into this whole pregnancy thing the less
I really care what people know. Now don’t worry, I have no want to get graphic
details of pregnancy, childbirth, and all those other gross things (sorry I
still have a hard time seeing it as a beautiful thing), which leads me into one
of the points of this post: I’m still snarky and cynical as ever.
“Oh you’re glowing.”
Glowing? Yeah, that could be the excess oil or sweat
on my face but I’m definitely not “glowing.” In fact, I’m going to put this out
there: pregnancy the first
trimester sucks (look I caught myself, aren’t you all proud?). Suddenly you
lose all control of what is happening to your body and become zapped of all
energy. But hey it’s so miraculous that you’re growing this human being inside
of you, right? You mean the alien being that is stealing my blood? Sure. Don’t
get me wrong, I’m so incredibly excited to meet the little nugget and shape it
into a contributing member of society… I just need to get past the first part:
this whole pregnancy thing.
That leads me to my next point: it’s time to own
this whole pregnancy thing, gross or not.
When I was a teenager and hit puberty my body
suddenly decided to stock pile fat. From the age of 16 until I was 21, I was
considered “overweight.” Don’t get me wrong, I was never unhealthy; played
sports all throughout high school and college and ate somewhat healthy. Nevertheless,
there was also an extra couple of pounds that just didn’t make me feel
comfortable. After college I made some lifestyle changes (most notably gave up
eating meat) and ended up losing 40 pounds. Later on I even became a fitness
instructor, teaching others strength and core training.
Fast forward to our decision to have a child and
that realization that “holy shit I’m going to gain back most of that weight.”
And sure enough, I started to gain weight. A lot of it had to do with the fact
that the only thing that seemed to quell my morning sickness was carbs (and
let’s face it, once I found out I was pregnant I turned into the carb version
of cookie monster). Then I hit the mark where suddenly none of my pants fit.
Well they “fit” but that button was begging for its life after a while.
I started to wear dresses, skirts, yoga pants, and
other clothing options that had “give,” all to avoid the dreaded maternity
clothes. Then finally I broke down and got some maternity pants and you know
what? They’re kind of amazing. Actually, not kind of, they ARE amazing. It’s to
the point that I honestly would have no shame wearing these even after my
pregnancy.
Even with all my snarkiness, cynicism, and general
wish to avoid anything cute and/or sappy I am very excited for this next stage.
Still, won’t be posting any sonogram pictures or doing one of those gods awful
maternity shoots – seriously the only pictures of me that would actually be
reminiscent of my pregnancy would include me in yoga pants, eating bread, and
watching Arrow on Netflix. So you know what, I’m gonna gain weight and wear
comfy pants and I’m going to milk every part of it because in the end I’m going
to have an awesome child that I get to corrupt… I mean love and nurture.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Now Brewing...
Now it’s August and even though the days are still sticky and humid here in Maryland, the inspiration juices are starting to brew. Not only that but now I have an aid to my writing… an extra little “nugget” of inspiration to help me finish out the Summer’s Hollow series. I’m happy to announce that I am currently “brewing” a little one!
With this announcement comes a new level of anxiety: trying
to pop out the new book before I pop out the baby in April; however, for those
of you who have read the series, you can see how this new life development
could be a wonderful inspiration. In fact, just trying to become pregnant gave
me a whisper of ideas to trek through the story. So officially I am ramping
back up with my usual level of horror writing, this time with a little bit of
extra help.
So I sit here on this slightly cooler day, rain pouring down
the windows ready to hit the page (or rather computer screen) running!
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Foreign Thoughts
No, I’m not referring to the other voices in my head
(though they have been working overtime lately), but rather the new short story
series I’m writing. Why is it I always have these bursts of inspiration when
I’m in the thick of it? In this case, I’m down in the trenches of my Capstone
Project: the last piece in the Grad School puzzle. I’m burnt out, stressed out,
and yet I’ve spent all my free time writing these new short stories.
Like most of my random short stories, I’m not sure
what I’m planning to do with them when I’m done but I enjoy writing them.
They’re my form of therapy since we all know how expensive that can get. Therefore,
to deal with the insanity of my capstone, I have turned to the world of Federal
Marshal Annabelle Hall.
The concept for “Foreign Thoughts” actually came out
of watching the show “Haven” on Syfy that centers on a small town in Maine full
of people with supernatural abilities. As you all know the small town trope is
one that I love (i.e., Summer’s Hollow) so I decided to adopt that for this
latest series.
“Foreign Thoughts” centers on a small fishing town
in the Pacific Northwest, that similar to Summer’s Hollow or Haven, harbors
some secrets that a select few know about. If those secrets were spread though,
the country would be in a state of panic. It has become Annabelle’s job to
contain those secrets just as her father did before her. That is why she became
a Federal Marshal, to be positioned in that role; however, as always in my
stories, there is a twist.
See Annabelle has this gift or problem in some
cases. Whenever she touches a personal object of someone’s, she suddenly sees
what they are seeing. It could be right at that moment, back when they were a
child, or even five years into the future; there is no controlling it. This is
a great tool when trying to solve cases and catch suspects, but like
everything, it comes with a price.
Her father’s death, victims’ deaths and rapes,
suspects’ crimes, and many other painful memories she had to witness by touches
of their objects. Most was for the greater good, but it left her feeling cold
and distance from people. Experiencing their memories gave her an intimate look
into people’s thoughts, many of those thoughts she didn’t wish to know. This
gave her the edge to be excellent at her job but socially stunted.
So far I have written five short stories in this
series. Once again I’m not quite sure what I’m going to do with them but I’ve
been on an inspirational kick to write them. Fret not though; I’m still working
on the next book in the Summer’s Hollow series, which will go into more depth
about the Pascal family. I leave you then with a passage from the first story
in the “Foreign Thoughts” series:
The
car ride to the house was a silent one. Neither really knew what to say to each
other. Neither knew if what would come out would be something loving or
yelling. It was clear to both that waiting until they got back to the privacy
of their home was the best bet.
They
pulled up the winding drive to their house tucked away in the woods,
overlooking the harbor behind them. They liked to be away from Westport proper
but not too far. She couldn’t help but smile as they pulled into the driveway;
she did miss her house even if there were some bad memories as well. He turned
off the truck and they sat there for a second.
He
finally opened his mouth, “You okay?”
“Yeah…
just adjusting to being back in Westport, back to our house, back here with
you…”
“Is
that a bad thing?” he asked slowly.
“So
far, no…” she mused.
“So…
should we get out?”
She
nodded and then climbed out the truck; Scott pulled her bags out from the back.
They walked up the stone front steps to the front door and into the foyer. He
set down her bags by the front door as she felt her body relax. It did feel
good to be home. He saw that and smiled, she then smiled back at him. They
stood there for a second and then he moved in and pulled her into a tight hug.
At
first she just stood there and let him hug her but then she hugged him back,
clinging to his broad upper body. She was now realizing how much she missed
him. It was easy in the field to just brush it off, she was always so busy. Now
her life with Scott was coming screeching to the foreground. The problem with
that? So was the memory of her daughter.
Monday, March 30, 2015
Are Blogs a Thing of the Past?
Chronicles of an Anthropology Nerd originated back
in January of 2011, under the title of “Bones, Buried Treasures, and Beliefs,”
and acted as a platform for me to showcase my knowledge and interests from my
undergrad. Since the creation of my blog, it has blossomed beyond that, taking
into account my current Grad School work, my writing, and even my regular nerdy
interests.
I’ve gained a great following of smart, fun readers who really further the discussions that I pose with my writing. I enjoy getting my thoughts out into words and hearing what you all think of those thoughts. Through this blog I was able to market my books, short stories, and other writings. It is a wonderful tool to keep you all up-to-date with what is going on in my head on both on an anthropological level and a personal one.
I’ve gained a great following of smart, fun readers who really further the discussions that I pose with my writing. I enjoy getting my thoughts out into words and hearing what you all think of those thoughts. Through this blog I was able to market my books, short stories, and other writings. It is a wonderful tool to keep you all up-to-date with what is going on in my head on both on an anthropological level and a personal one.
All that being said, it seems as though the steam is
wearing off, not just for my blog, but for all blogs. We’ve moved into an age
where pictures and videos are much more appealing than words. The normal social
media user doesn’t want to read paragraphs of text; they want a short
description, an eye-catching image, and sometimes a link to that story to read
further if they so choose. Look at twitter; tweets cap out at a max of 140
characters. On Instagram you don’t even need words; you can tell stories with
pictures. Facebook allows you to write all you want and attach pictures and
videos but a lot of users don’t read the entirety of user’s posts. Hell there’s
even an internet saying “tl;dr” which means “too long; didn’t read.” This is
used to respond to excessively long posts and then offer your opinion.
The irony of using my blog to complain about this is
not lost on me. I know that what I have described above doesn’t apply to
everyone. There are still many of you out there who read blogs and continue to
respond and carry on discussions. It’s my hope that that will continue, but I
realize that I have to change with the time as well. I use twitter
(@TheGingerNerd) and Instagram (@the_ginger_nerd) to stay in contact with those
they may not read my blog and also with those who do.
So to my readers, thank you all for sticking by me
and continuing to engage in thought-provoking dialogue. I will continue to
write about my interests even if there’s only a few people who continue to read
my blog.
Friday, February 13, 2015
On March 13th, We Return...
The number 13 plays a big role in the
world of Summer’s Hollow. The newest installment even takes place 13 years
after the first one. Naturally, I had to release Return to Summer’s Hollow on the 13th of the month. Even
better, it’s a Friday and 13th. Hmm… Summer’s Hollow was released on a Friday the 13th as
well. Anyone else noticing a pattern?
So yes, it’s officially, official. My newest horror novel Return to Summer’s Hollow will be released on Kindle and in print on Friday, March 13, 2015! In this book, you’ll return to the Massachusetts town of Summer’s Hollow with Rylie and relive the horrors that the Pascal family has the offer.
“You shouldn’t be here,” the woman said.
So yes, it’s officially, official. My newest horror novel Return to Summer’s Hollow will be released on Kindle and in print on Friday, March 13, 2015! In this book, you’ll return to the Massachusetts town of Summer’s Hollow with Rylie and relive the horrors that the Pascal family has the offer.
This book has more suspense, more blood,
and more scares than the first. We find out much more about the psychotic
Pascal family and all their dealings as well as why Rylie has this psychic
connection to them in the first place. This was my favorite book to write so
far and I’m sure you all will be on the edge of your seat throughout the
harrowing storyline.
To tide you over until the release I
have provided a sneak preview of the horrors to come in the town of Summer’s
Hollow:
Rylie crept past the staircase and into the brightly lit kitchen.
Standing there with her back turned to
her was a woman Rylie didn’t recognize. She was a black woman in a black dress with what seemed to be a
white apron tied around her waist. Rylie felt a
little better; she was sure that it
wasn’t Judith.
“You shouldn’t be here,” the woman said.
Is Judith here?” Rylie asked
softly, inching towards the woman who continued to chop some sort of large vegetable.
“You shouldn’t be here,” the woman
repeated and now Rylie realized the woman wasn’t
chopping vegetables, she was chopping her own arm.
Rylie gasped and jumped back as she
was now looking into bloody, hollow eye sockets.
She felt the bile rising up as she turned away from the woman. Rylie noticed as she turned away that the cabinets were fully stocked with all of Judith’s
spell ingredients. She quickly gathered
up some small jars that held the herbs she needed.
“You shouldn’t be here,” the woman
continued to say which unnerved Rylie.
Rylie slowly turned to see the woman
was holding the knife out in her left hand, her
right reduced to a bloody stump that was dripping onto the floor. The woman
held the knife up as if to strike, but
instead plunged it into her own throat.
Rylie stifled a scream as the woman
gurgled on her own blood and fell with a thump
to the floor. Rylie stuffed the vials into the pockets of her dress and took
off out of the kitchen. Nausea came over
her in waves as she stumbled into the living room. She saw a large portrait of Judith staring down at her as the fireplace
suddenly roared with flames. Rylie was so
startled that she tripped over the rug and fell onto the hard wooden table. She moaned as she then rolled
onto the floor.
“So nice of you to join us,” came a
voice that stopped her in her tracks.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Fifty Shades of Nope
*Graphic Language Warning* *Trigger Warning *
In the past I’ve mentioned how much I detest the “Fifty Shades of Grey” books. They are horribly written and glorify rape, yet MILLIONS of copies were sold. This sickens me to my core as an author, as a woman, and as a human being.
This weekend, the movie comes out. Now not only are people going to be reading this shit (excuse my French) but they will be watching it. The amount of money that this whole franchise will make is completely deplorable and anyone who contributes to it is part of the problem. This may sound harsh but this is something I strongly believe in.
“Stalker, my subconscious whispers at me through the cloud of tequila that’s still floating in my brain, but somehow, because it’s him, I don’t mind.” (62)
The entire franchise gives the BDSM community a bad name. There is nothing wrong with BDSM. This is not BDSM. BDSM is done between two consenting adults and all proper precautions are taken during the sex acts. This is not the case in the Fifty Shades of Grey series.
"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."
"I had no idea giving pleasure could be such a turn-on, watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing. My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves."
"Hmmm… he's soft and hard at once, like steel encased in velvet, and surprisingly tasty."
"He smiles, then strides with renewed purpose out of the store, slinging the plastic bag over his shoulder, leaving me a quivering mass of raging female hormones."
- '50 Shades of Grey': 23 funniest quotes from EL James's novel by Emma Dibdin
http://www.digitalspy.com/movies/at-the-movies/a512275/50-shades-of-grey-23-funniest-quotes-from-el-jamess-novel.html#~p3V1vJ9LLRo6OX
In the past I’ve mentioned how much I detest the “Fifty Shades of Grey” books. They are horribly written and glorify rape, yet MILLIONS of copies were sold. This sickens me to my core as an author, as a woman, and as a human being.
This weekend, the movie comes out. Now not only are people going to be reading this shit (excuse my French) but they will be watching it. The amount of money that this whole franchise will make is completely deplorable and anyone who contributes to it is part of the problem. This may sound harsh but this is something I strongly believe in.
There is nothing wrong with erotica. This is not
erotica. This is a poorly written advancement of rape culture that was based on
a Twilight Fan Fiction. Don’t believe me? Check out some passages below and
tell me what you think:
“I
want him to stay because he wants to stay with me, not because I’m a blubbering
mess, and I don’t want him to beat me, is that so unreasonable?”
(286)
“This
is so…I want to think wrong, but somehow it’s not. It’s right for Christian.
It’s what he wants—and after the last few days…after all he’s done, I have to
man up and take whatever he decides he wants, whatever he thinks he needs.”
(484)
“…I
allow myself to fantasize that he loves me…I’m careful not to touch his chest
but just snuggle in his arms…” (356)
“I
will spank you each time you do it, do you understand?”…he hits me—hard. Ow! My
eyes spring open in response to the pain and I try to rise, but his hand moves
between my shoulder blades, keeping me down. He caresses me again where he’s
hit me, and his breathing’s changed—it’s louder, harsher. He hits me again and
again, quickly in succession. Holy f*ck it hurts. I try to make no sound, my
face screwed up against the pain. I try to wriggle away from the blows—spurred
on by adrenaline spiking and coursing through my body.” (274)
And lastly… “Stalker, my subconscious whispers at me through the cloud of tequila that’s still floating in my brain, but somehow, because it’s him, I don’t mind.” (62)
The entire franchise gives the BDSM community a bad name. There is nothing wrong with BDSM. This is not BDSM. BDSM is done between two consenting adults and all proper precautions are taken during the sex acts. This is not the case in the Fifty Shades of Grey series.
Beyond that, why would anyone think that this series
even remotely resembles literature? Below are some actual “racy” passages from
the first novel:
"I can almost hear his sphinx-like
smile through the phone."
"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."
"I had no idea giving pleasure could be such a turn-on, watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing. My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves."
"Hmmm… he's soft and hard at once, like steel encased in velvet, and surprisingly tasty."
"He smiles, then strides with renewed purpose out of the store, slinging the plastic bag over his shoulder, leaving me a quivering mass of raging female hormones."
So why is it that women (and some men) everywhere
are eating this up? It is beyond me how anyone could find this arousing unless
they themselves are turned on by abuse. As a society we need to point these
things out, take a stand, and refuse to let this “popular culture” become even
more popular.
References:
- Fifty Shades of Grey by: EL James (Unfortunately)- '50 Shades of Grey': 23 funniest quotes from EL James's novel by Emma Dibdin
http://www.digitalspy.com/movies/at-the-movies/a512275/50-shades-of-grey-23-funniest-quotes-from-el-jamess-novel.html#~p3V1vJ9LLRo6OX
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