![]() However, the large scale use of static noise against the media in the US is not a common occurrence, particularly in a presidential nomination campaign where the media is expected to be routinely following each candidate’s every move. The use of static machines is not entirely uncommon among some businesses and industries, as a means to maintain privacy and perhaps security of conversation. (Dunham’s spokesperson said the quote was a “mischaracterization” of her comments.CBS Reporter Stan Bush’s Twitter feed from April 7th At a recent, private dinner party-held in a plutocrat’s Park Avenue penthouse, as far from the trailer park as you can get-she supposedly admitted that she was “disturbed” by the Clintons’ treatment of women who came forward in the 1990’s. But in private, says the Times, she knows exactly who-and what-she is endorsing. In public, she’s a vocal Hillary supporter-a smart-bomb directed right at the happening young women Clinton needs in the tent. But will these young women risk a Republican presidency so that they can send a loud message about discrediting rape survivors? Or will they grow up and accept the nasty business of politics?Īccording to the New York Times, Lena Dunham is one young woman who’s seen the bigger picture. Ditto people who promulgate the ugly old notion that women are likely to lie about rape if they can find a way to profit (emotionally or financially) from it. As a group, they tend to have a low opinion of people who marginalize and ridicule women who report sexual assault. Now young Democrat women voters have been handed this whole sorry mess to sort out. In that case, we would have to believe Paula Jones and Juanita Broaddrick. She’s not saying that every woman who reports a sexual assault deserves to be believed. So when Hillary Clinton tells you that “every survivor of sexual assault deserves to be heard, believed and supported,” realize that what she’s serving up is a classic Clinton dodge. Bill had dragged a four-night hospital stay through a nice neighborhood in Santa Monica, and I had darted out of my duplex apartment to grab it. He was always good with women that way-he knew how to reach into the most intimate moments of a female voter’s life and make her grateful to him. And because the stock market was rocking, and because when I had a C-section, my insurance paid for four days in the hospital instead of two, which was a special gift to me from Bill Clinton. Because I was starting to become a little less naive. It turned out that if you dragged a $20 bill through a trailer park, a bunch of lying sluts would show up to grab it. If a man’s politics-not his personal behavior, his politics-were deemed to be pro-woman, his accuser would be subject to doubt, and to forensic levels of investigation and titanic public ridicule-even from other women. We were going to choose whom to believe.īased on the politics and political power of the man accused. There was an exception to believing everyone that I hadn’t grasped right out of the gate. It turned out that even radical feminists around would easily believe a woman could lie about sexual harassment for personal gain. Immediately this woman-who had come forward to describe a hideous event-was shamed as a big-haired, no-class hick who was telling a lie for financial gain. Immediately I was told by my lefty friends and by the lefty press that I was foolish, that I was naive, that I didn’t understand politics. The Clintons seemed to me to be hugely impressive people. Plus, I was then involved in work for abused children, an area to which Hillary had devoted much of her working life. The nature of the Clinton’s marriage wasn’t my business. I don’t care about the private, consensual sex lives of my elected politicians, nor do I care about those of my dentist, accountant or plumber. I could not have been less concerned about Gennifer Flowers, who showed up in a press conference to announce she’d been his Little Rock mistress. ![]() I was excited about Bill Clinton’s campaign, and I voted for him. The men on that committee relished making her go through those details over and over again, just as men have done to the women who tell the truth throughout history as a way to humiliate them so deeply that they stop talking, and give up. I believed her about Clarence Thomas then, and I believe her now: how humiliating it was for her to describe the shaming things that man had said to her. ![]() I remember watching the Anita Hill trial in 1991 and burning with indignation at what the committee members were putting her through. I was proud, then, to use the word “feminist” to describe myself. ![]()
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