Links for August 8, 2016

I’m With The Banned

Roosh is tall and well-built and actually rather good-looking for, you know, a monster. I have opportunity to observe this because he puts himself right up in my personal space, blocking my view of the room with his T-shirt, and proceeds, messily and at length, to tell me what my problem is.... Asks me if I truly believe that it’s right for gay men to be able to adopt children. I tell him that I do. He appears as flummoxed by this as I do by his presence at what is supposed to be a party to celebrate Gay republicans. He’s here for the same reason I am: Milo invited him.


Even Doing Academic Research On Video Games Puts Me At Risk

A year before, if he’d asked for my help, I’d have laughed and said something like “hey, don’t worry, they forget about the men quickly.” But that was before Jake Rapp, husband of former Nintendo spokesperson Alison Rapp, was doxxed.... I do not want to see him hurt, his career damaged. But there are plenty of people who might. We’re not activists; we’re academics. And yet, in recent years, even those of us fully ensconced in the Ivory Tower have been targeted by online hate mobs who take our research as a threat.


Boys

The fantasy, the sex, the extraordinary, the hardcore, and the sausage factory are the places male writers can’t seem to climb out of. They linger there like losers at last call, sipping away at warm pints while the barmaid rolls her eyes. Consider “She’s got Bardot’s eyes and Daffy Duck’s lips. But Lana Del Ray disturbs me“—the title of a Guardian piece by Sam Leith that does precisely what Breslin criticizes. The writer can’t determine what about the singer irks him, so he compares one part of her face to the face of another famous female, makes fun of her lips (surely a British music critic has heard of Mick Jagger?), and cites an unexplained, irrational distaste. Del Rey could be the Prettiest, Weirdest, Media-Savviest, Most Derisive Pop Star of the Internet, but Leith doesn’t call her any of that. Instead he opts for “regressive adolescent fantasy.”