You're not getting it. You are REALLY not getting it. Stop for a minute, step outside your expectations of a sexual utopia. BECAUSE YOU ARE STILL PUSHING IT.
'not ready for prime time'?
I am not a fucking child who needs to be protected from 'the EBIL ADULT CONTENT' thank you. Using that phrase? Implies that people who object to it are children.
Which I most certainly am not. Clue in.
The very existence of those buttons and the implications tied to them made women at that convention uncomfortable. This was not some sort of utopian glee club for snuggles, okay? There were people who altered there behavior at the convention so as not to encounter them.
FAIL. Right there, the idea FAILED. The fact that this idea threatened women means that from the start it threatened women. There is no 'oh, it's not ready for prime time' (again, an idea that is so fucking insulting it isn't even funny), there is only 'maybe you meant well, but you still failed right out of the gate' because yes.
women. FELT. threatened.
You want to participate in this crap, find a cuddle party.
A public situation like this? NOT THE PLACE FOR IT. As it is, people are lucky they didn't get busted for public indecency. And what about a woman who wears the button (again I roll my damn eyes) some guy cops a feel and goes too far.
I can't wait to see that trial. Victims of sexual assault already end up having to defend themselves, their sexual conduct, such and sundry in those trials.
Those buttons are a defense attorney's dream. He/she can get up there in court and say "Your honor, she was asking for it." and hold up the button as exhibit A.
theferrett got lucky. He got DAMN lucky. That didn't happen. It could easily have, however, and you can bet your ass if it had spread? It was inevitable.
A convention? NOT the place for it. Utopian discussion? Irrelevant because I live in the real world. You know that discussion about race where people say 'if a black man is walking down the street, do you cross to the other side to avoid him?'
In my case, I don't care what damn colour he is. I don't care if he's walking toward me, or walking behind me. If I don't know him, I cross the damn street. Try living a day walking around viewing every person you meet as a potential to be assaulted. To you, that sounds extremist.
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'not ready for prime time'?
I am not a fucking child who needs to be protected from 'the EBIL ADULT CONTENT' thank you. Using that phrase? Implies that people who object to it are children.
Which I most certainly am not. Clue in.
The very existence of those buttons and the implications tied to them made women at that convention uncomfortable. This was not some sort of utopian glee club for snuggles, okay? There were people who altered there behavior at the convention so as not to encounter them.
FAIL. Right there, the idea FAILED. The fact that this idea threatened women means that from the start it threatened women. There is no 'oh, it's not ready for prime time' (again, an idea that is so fucking insulting it isn't even funny), there is only 'maybe you meant well, but you still failed right out of the gate' because yes.
women. FELT. threatened.
You want to participate in this crap, find a cuddle party.
A public situation like this? NOT THE PLACE FOR IT. As it is, people are lucky they didn't get busted for public indecency. And what about a woman who wears the button (again I roll my damn eyes) some guy cops a feel and goes too far.
I can't wait to see that trial. Victims of sexual assault already end up having to defend themselves, their sexual conduct, such and sundry in those trials.
Those buttons are a defense attorney's dream. He/she can get up there in court and say "Your honor, she was asking for it." and hold up the button as exhibit A.
A convention? NOT the place for it. Utopian discussion? Irrelevant because I live in the real world. You know that discussion about race where people say 'if a black man is walking down the street, do you cross to the other side to avoid him?'
In my case, I don't care what damn colour he is. I don't care if he's walking toward me, or walking behind me. If I don't know him, I cross the damn street. Try living a day walking around viewing every person you meet as a potential to be assaulted. To you, that sounds extremist.
To me, it's my life.