Showing posts with label rape culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rape culture. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

The World’s Biggest Trigger Warning

This title is not a joke. This post is without pictures for a reason.  If discussion of rape in fiction, or in general, upsets you due to personal reasons, I do not blame you for an instant and would much rather you skip this chapter than find yourself in an uncomfortable situation. This chapter will be as snarkless as I can make it because when it comes to this subject, I. Do. Not. Play.*

Barring murder, which is a crime that really won’t go unreported for long, rape is probably number two on our list of heinous things that human beings can, and sadly will, do to one another. Rape statistics, though, can be wildly misleading depending on the country one is in. Inconsistent definitions of rape can take 0.2 reported instances per 100,000 people in Azerbaijan to a whopping 132.4 per 100,000 reporting rape in South Africa (oddly, one of the countries with very progressive laws regarding rape in several circumstances which came about due to local superstitions claiming that having unprotected sex with a virgin will cure AIDS which caused grown-ass men to rape BABIES, sick motherfuckers).

It is a supremely under-reported crime and this is what makes people think that it isn’t actually a problem. Statistics can’t even really be considered accurate because there are SO many reasons why it will go unreported. Fear of retaliation. Not wanting to get the offender in trouble (Wait, what?). Unsure if a crime was actually committed or if the local laws will consider it rape (many countries will only recognize “male-female” rape and almost NO studies have been performed in regards to “female-female” or “male-male”). Not wanting others to know because of shame and stigma. A lack of trust in local law enforcement. Not knowing HOW to report the crime.

And, as a big detractor. in many countries, a person who reports rape but cannot prove it will suffer criminal penalties themselves (alongside those countries where extramarital sex has its own set of punishments, thanks, self-righteous Abrahamic religions). In Africa, several countries have laws that institute the death penalty for consensual sodomy so if a victim cannot prove, without a shadow of a doubt, that they were raped and not a willing participant, guess who’s on the chopping block?

The statistics I found in regards to the US (https://www.ncjrs.gov/app/publications/abstract.aspx?ID=240972) can also vary based on the circumstances of the incident. Was the victim forcibly raped? Was the victim drugged against their will? Was the victim otherwise inebriated or incapacitated? Was the act violent or coerced? Those statistics tell us that nearly 20% of women in the US (and 11.5 percent of women in college) have been raped based on surveys and only 16% of those crimes were reported to law enforcement.

Keep in mind that I am deliberately mostly sticking to figures regarding women, here. This is because there is one trope used in several kinds of fiction that disturbs me on a number of levels. The child born of rape.

We all know that rape is often written into a fictional work as a power-play. It’s mostly (read “99.9999999% of the time) unnecessary but can provide tension and a cause for a rape-revenge scenario. In works by female artists, it’s used as a cathartic move. In works by men, it can be either sympathetic, created out of solidarity toward women, or just a sick fantasy. (Seriously, this is the one kink I will actively shame someone for. Yes, I get that it’s impossible to rape someone who refuses to withhold permission but there are going to be those times when you say no and if people don’t expect it, there’s gonna be a problem.) A lot of times, particularly in bad Mary Sue fanfiction and despite what some politicians would have you believe regarding the human female’s ability to “shut down” a pregnancy, that fantasy extends to a child born of a violent and unnecessary union.

As a sub-trope, though, the child of rape can bring us to some interesting places. Most often because the child of rape is largely portrayed as the evilest evil thing that ever eviled evilly.

We all know that marital rape is actually a new concept and even serial killers don’t always have horrible childhoods so we know that "rape children are evil" REALLY isn’t true. Thing is, though, it does provide a thought-provoking facet to an otherwise two-dimensional character’s life, whether the victim or the child. In Night of the Demon, a girl is raped by Bigfoot and bears his child. Even the Final Girl isn’t immune, as seen in The Prey.

In terms of just the children, though, on the heroic side, we have those characters that are wholesome and good despite their parentage. Of course, on that same side, we have the character that wants to white knight for their wronged mother and slaughter the son of a bitch that hurt her. And, on the other hand, we’ve got the villains.

Oh, yes, the villains.

The ones who kill for fun. The ones whose parents treated them as if they were a curse. The neglected and abused children who, through no fault of their own, get back-handedly blamed for the crime committed against their mother and grow up believing that they are monsters so they act like it.

We all know that Freddy Krueger (A Nightmare on Elm St) was called “The bastard son of 100 maniacs”. The deformed murderer in Dario Argento’s Phenomena is a product of such a union. The killer from Cherry Falls was the child of a woman that the local police chief (and father of our Final Girl) and his jock buddies decided to “have a little fun with”. Eleanor from Byzantium, while not technically a villain, is still a vampire. In rare cases, because fiction usually assumes that a rapist is male, the child is the result of the mother raping the father, such as La Morte D’Arthur where Mordred is the result of Arthur being tricked into getting Morgan Le Fey pregnant and in Black Christmas where jaundiced and yellow-eyed Agnes was conceived in much the same way.

It may not be right to almost celebrate rape with the enjoyment of these characters but their origin does give you something to think about no matter how bad the rest of the movie is. Would they be different if their parentage was legitimate? What if they ended up being adopted and lovingly cared for? Are characters like this written as a subtle means of promoting a pro-choice message? Why did the creator imagine them with this particular origin?

I mean, I get it but of all of the different means of becoming a villain, why is rape kind of a go-to? Why does an innocent child have to be written with that stigma. Is the pathos worth it? If the writing is well-handled and the actor doesn’t go off the rails with it, sure. As long as it’s not a cheap shot to the nuts, go for it. If the rape itself is treated with the respect an actual crime is due then, by all means, give us the goods.

Just don’t sell us on a crappy character with this background being shitty based solely on the shittiness of their conception.

*If you are a victim of sexual assault and need someone to talk to, please call the National Sexual Assault Hotline at 1-800-656-4673 or use their online chat at https://ohl.rainn.org/online/. Hell, I can be reached on Facebook and Twitter if necessary.*


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

What Did I Tell You About The Dead Broad?

Gather 'round kids while Uncle Bob tells you a little story about one of the most fucked up movies he's seen in a long time.  It's got drama.  It's got intrigue.  It's got teenagers.  It's got an abandoned mental hospital.  It's got Noah Segan.

And it's got necrophilia.  Eew.


So, like any good coming-of-age horror story, the movie begins by introducing us to Rickie (Shiloh Fernandez) and J.T. (Segan), two slackers that apparently can't get with the ladies.  Because in Hollywood, the nerds are attractive.

And because these two are kind of immature, they spend their afternoon playing hooky and rooting around in the abandoned mental hospital.where they find a naked woman wrapped in plastic and chained to a table.  At which point, I would call the police but these two are fucking idiots.

Call.  The POLICE!  Assholes.

J.T., who apparently is a sicker motherfucker than we at first imagined, decides to keep her,  Like a pet, only the kind of pet that's chained in a basement and fondled inappropriately.  He discovers that she is not quite alive through the auspices of trying to kill her.  Because J.T. is, again, more twisted than a forkful of linguini.  He nicknames her "Deadgirl".

Over the course of the film, we find that J.T. is pimping the zombie out and he gets himself scratched after Rickie lets one of her hands free.  It's at this point we find out that whatever this chick's got is contagious.  Because what fun would it be if it wasn't?  Ain't no point in a zombie apocalypse if'n there's only one zombie.

ANYhoo... While J.T. sticks his dick in the corpse, without, I'm sure, the benefit of douching, Rickie asks the lovely and unattainable JoAnne (Candice Accola) out.  Her boyfriend then proceeds to beat the snot out of Rickie and Wheeler (Eric Podnar), the other dude that spends his spare time poking the corpse with dicks, who proceeds to blab his fat fucking mouth about Deadgirl at the top of his lungs.  He refers to her as "our own fucking whore" which I'll get into later.
Yeeeeeaaaah... that's attractive...

Long story short, J.T. and Wheeler decide that this one's worn out her welcome and they need to make a new Deadgirl and they pick JoAnne because revenge, duh.  

SO.  Let's dig into why this movie is awesome, shall we?

First off, this is SUPERBLY acted for an indie film.  Noah Segan always plays a razor-sharp crazy.  

Second, like all of the great zombie movies, it examines a few societal horrors that SERIOUSLY need discussion in this country and, really, the world.  It touches on bullying and the role of outcasts in our youth and doing stupid things as kids that we wouldn't get away with as adults (which leads to JoAnn telling Rickie to "Grow up" at the end) and all that touchy-feely crap that a lot of horror movies already examine but what it focuses on, with a fucking microscope, is rape culture.
  
The fact that these kids, and, yes, they are children, feel that it's OK to take advantage of what they think is a helpless woman is utterly abhorrent.  The fact that she carries a fuckin' zombie virus is the director telling us that these kids WILL be punished for their actions and since that virus won't allow a person to die, they will suffer for a very long time... or at least until they get the double-tap to the head.

Why wait?  Douchey haircuts should always earn a double-tap.

Considering the recent Steubenville trials (in which the sentence was woefully inadequate), every person should be watching this movie, right now.  Every, single, last one of us.  We should watch it, not only because it's a superb film, but to showcase rape culture and instill in our society that rape is not, ever, OK.  It shouldn't HAVE to come to a horror movie to do this but if it works, it works.
  
Every boy needs to be taught, from BIRTH, that it is not cool to refer to a woman as a whore.  Every boy needs to be taught, from birth, that unless a person gives permission, it is not OK to park your dick in them.  Every boy needs to be taught, from birth, that there is NO situation that alters the last statement.  There are no qualifiers to rape.  It doesn't matter if a person is doing cartwheels nude down the boulevard, if they say no, it means no.

Sorry about the rant but this is 2013, not the fucking Bronze Age.  We, as a global society, need to, as JoAnne says, grow up. 

Watch the movie.  You'll learn something.

I'm gonna go watch something to calm down, now.  
Ooh!  Beetlejuice