The thing that really gets to me about people with privilege is when they pretend that privilege is a myth. It makes me furiously angry.
So when I heard about the UC Santa Barbara shooting, I felt incredibly guilty. guilty for the way I was when I was younger (and how every guy is or was, which is or was a misogynist jerk), guilty for all of the times in my younger years where I had the opportunity to say “fuck you, women are people, not prizes or trinkets or trophies” and opted not to, guilty for all of the other things women go through that I take for granted because I have never gone and will never go through the things women have to go through on a daily basis. There are things that bleed into my every day life, when I have a platonic friendship with a girl and people ask me if I’m dating or fucking her, but I feel guilty for myself and terrible for her. Because it doesn’t make any sense that basic human decency can’t be applied to women by the overwhelming majority of people in the world.
I feel guilty for every time I tried to say hello to a girl and she’s shot me a glance and went about her day without saying hi back, because I should have known that it’s dangerous to be a woman living in the world. Of course, every guy with a shred of basic kindness (regarding treating women like actual human beings) knows that their guilt is a product of an unjust society, but when can society change for the better? How do we make society change for the better?
This “I’m going to approach it one person at a time” thing I’ve been doing feels like chipping away at brick wall. I just try to be a decent human being to everyone, and I feel as though I’m successful doing that, but for every person like me doing that, I feel there are twenty out in the world reinforcing society’s deplorable approach to women, to trans-people, to everyone who fits outside of the standard of our patriarchal society. I don’t know what to do, because I feel like what I have been doing isn’t enough.
I’m trying really hard to come up with a suitable intro for this and failing. I wrote around 4600 words about professional wrestling, its counter-culture, one of its biggest stars, and the ambiguity surrounding his departure from WWE and titled it “The Ballad of CM Punk.” I made parallels between professional wrestling and the music industry, fairly extensively explained the notions of ring psychology and wrestling territories, and compared Punk’s famed WWE “pipe bomb” promo to Kurt Cobain rhapsodizing about Sonic Youth and the Raincoats. If you’ve ever wondered why I think professional wrestling is cool, this piece explains all of that in not-very-short order.
Profuse thanks to The Media for allowing me the space and freedom to do this subject justice. I can’t believe somebody actually let me get away with this.
Bia Wouk - ‘Los Angeles, Sun’, color pencil on paper, 2014.
If a girl wore the outfit I’m wearing right now, I’d ask her out.
I have an article coming out tomorrow which I can easily qualify as one of the best things I’ve ever written. Like, if I’m only known for “The Only Black Kid at the Indie-Rock Show” and this thing that’s coming out tomorrow, I will be very satisfied with the way my life has turned out.