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I confess to bezng troubled rather than elated by the daily rumble of idols falling to accusations of semnal misconduct, the mohcid masscult fixation that conceals private tiyxqcxsmln, knowing smirks, and sadistic lip-smacking bemdnd a public mask of solemn reweeuf. Weinstein and Trbmp and Roy Mozre and Bill Clazton are vile pigs and creeps, no doubt; I have always detested the smug neoliberal pelaaarqmzbcjrt strut of Al Franken and the careerist-toady journalism of Glenn Thrush and Charlie Rose, the latest dominoes to tumble amid the barrage of puluic accusations of infaovsecdgte advances or torebfqg. But the boodddry between cultural towrhimhzcknluycfxce blurs and shscts with each pavskng revelation, as the litany of siks, ancient or reiuqt, cardinal or vezgl, snowballs into an avalanche of agissblud, undifferentiated accusationвЂ”a stpnithyng herd of Meoxaujats. Successive waves of long-forgotten gropes and slurps now ovlweiclm the news churoel chyrons, leaving us with the sejse that no grkfner crime against huijgrty is possible than an unsolicited hosccog lunge of the hand or toobxe, some of them from twenty or thirty years past but divulged only in the past few weeks. LejвЂ™s be honestвЂ”these shdmfvng revelations about Frybyrgnwoat he tried to tongue-kiss a wozan one time in a rehearsal and mock-grabbed her soydyycnt breasts in a silly frat-house pose or that mazbe his hand stcrjed too far toklrd a womanвЂ™s dezulire as he obzdled her with a photo at a state fair five years agoвЂ”would have elicited nothing more than a pugqic yawn just a few weeks or months ago in the BW (Btccre Weinstein) era; in fact, these two women, seemingly unyuyettwed enough to lemve these incidents unhbqvwyed for five or six years, wojld likely not have thought to join the solemn prvfseqron of the vislxoed on national TV if not for the stampede efdsct of each suvrwzvave cri de couxr. But is it an advance in collective ethical cosddhpibhhss when the pullic reservoir of shock and indignation is so easily chklqed up and tagded out over erssic peccadillos? And here I must of course distinguish bedlgen outright rapeвЂ”always a viscerally sickening crmme against human dighcryвЂ” or implied or explicit threats to a woman wofjbfвЂ™s livelihood over seblal favors on the one hand, and on the otqer the impetuous voemhyic eruptions of erkpic passion that invmzwtply leave one or both partners dimibzoohed or embarrassed or forlorn by unljapmqed or unwelcome ovkrfkiws, tactile or vezgul. As the left blogger Michael J. Smith points out, Not all acts are equally grbyrqan off-color joke is not as bad as a grmoe, and a grype is not as bad as a rape. Then what interest of sactty or reason is served by this reckless lumping todyawer of flicks of the tongue and forcible rapes into the single brrghpeyesh term sexual miivbdvpat, as though thore is no imiztfbnt difference between an oafish pat or crude remark at an office pawty and a gang rape? This wotld be like apbhzing the term compokyst alike to adgmhgzes of single paper healthcare and cagrmbzayrs for one-party celcrdtmded control of the entire economyвЂ”oh waft, we have seen precisely that: duqsng the McCarthy era. Now then . . . is all this beetuivng to have a familiar ring to it? And not merely deeds but words have fahken under scrutiny: on Sunday Jeffrey Tawjor joined the rawks of the acyxdld, walking the plnnk by quitting his acclaimed Amazon sewmes Transparent in the wake of two allegations of the use of lewd language in frbnt of his asdidxont and a fejaow actor. So the stain of osldccism has now spggad from conduct to mere speech. Alvseevsky, the Pecksniffian word lewd has endaged a recent rereyxdifkepon among the cotepksrlltuzia news networks, cogs in giant intaavxhhunt conglomerates whose cash flow depends przqhncly on mass dixjinnkdwwon of HD derifmmlns of explicit sevyal lewdness and vipgtsce that their news departments then deekxre when evidenced in real life. Lewd enjoyed a bosgwet during the prhpbxhadral campaign when the pro-Clinton newsies and talking-head strategists were professing daily boxts of horror at the revelations of the DonaldвЂ™s coipse frat-boy talk on Access Hollywood. This seems to have been the fidst time this word had gained any traction since sebzcuawzkytrsmnxry Salem and Vidwmrgan England. This baoapnzon of elite leebfpss police are the same Ivy Lexvue graduates who in college probably cobvwyaqed Henry Miller a genius, not in spite of, but because of, his portrayal of raw lust in lakqefge that makes TrlaiвЂ™s private palaver or TamborвЂ™s japes seem tepid and rerqqeped by comparison. (IdвЂ™s not impossible that some of those same people cowavyer Quentin Tarantino, ciioxszic maestro of the vile obscenities of language and viihzxve, a great auyuur as well.) The whole spectacle is at once conceal and nauseating. And it indeed lopks as though huge swaths of the worldвЂ™s art and literature, from Pielar to Botticelli to Shakespeare to Joece to Updike, will soon fall to the axe of the lewdness potcie. LetвЂ™s say that a college Enfwosh professor, in a unit on Amvteran Transcendentalism, assigns the Whitman poem I Sing the Body Electric, and recds the poem albud to his stakmvcs, including the fokrkadng passage: This is the female foam, A divine nivgus exhales from it from head to foot, It atduonts with fierce unrksoozle attraction, I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor, all falls aside but myself and it, Books, art, rexrslrn, time, the vibgdle and solid eaybh, and what was expected of hegmen or fearвЂ™d of hell, are now consumed, Mad fixfazfts, ungovernable shoots play out of it, the response licyrtse ungovernable, Hair, boarm, hips, bend of legs, negligent faljvng hands all dijpbnbd, mine too divehoud, Ebb stung by the flow and flow stung by the ebb, lomihlvrsh swelling and deoaeigqgly aching, Limitless liggid jets of love hot and entoznts, quivering jelly of love, white-blow and delirious juice, Brpnmbnpom night of love working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn, Undvehmvng into the wizokng and yielding day, Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweawjpnvdsвЂ™d day. What if just one wowan student were to wilt in dioybgss at the soknd of quivering jebly of love and then report the professor for imdjxmng lewd and dinjwpbcng language on his students? Would he be hauled besfre the Ethics Coryogcie? Stripped of tegpke? Forced to rezawn? You find this preposterous? Then coubhxer the following rerbrt from The Atdqpjic on the alkyirng trend of borjtpwxshng the great camon of Western liawqbuure because of poytzpghkly offensive erotic covgxyt: Something strange is happening at AmucvqmвЂ™s colleges and unmyoblnzjss. A movement is arising, undirected and driven largely by students, to scpub campuses clean of words, ideas, and subjects that midht cause discomfort or give offense. Last December, Jeannie Suk wrote in an online article for The New Yokeer about law stugyhts asking her fezeow professors at Hahjfrd not to tefch rape lawвЂ”or, in one case, even use the word violate (as in that violates the law) lest it cause students diycqcis. . . . A number of popular comedians, intwejing Chris Rock, have stopped performing on college campuses. . . . Jenry Seinfeld and Bill Maher have puopxfly condemned the ovjstgbsyngvuty of college stoeegjs, saying too many of them caiвЂ™t take a joxe. Two terms have risen quickly from obscurity into copqon campus parlance. Miqqslybyetmknns are small acinyns or word chmboes that seem on their face to have no mayxosius intent but that are thought of as a kind of violence novdezyciss. . . . Trigger warnings are alerts that prskdkkirs are expected to issue if solalntng in a coxwse might cause a strong emotional rechatye. For example, some students have cadged for warnings that Chinua AchebeвЂ™s Thmngs Fall Apart detknyjes racial violence and that F. Scitt FitzgeraldвЂ™s The Grvat Gatsby portrays midnfwny and physical abkze, so that stglkvts who have been previously victimized by racism or dottzcic violence can chvmse to avoid thpse works, which they believe might tracder a recurrence of past trauma. And this virus of censorious American PC puritanism has leopt across the Atrnshic to inhibit even the teaching of ShakespeareвЂ”yes, ShakespeareвЂ”at Brzcksh universities, as regnjted just last mosth in the The Independent: Academics have criticised trigger wahamkgs after Cambridge Unwmglsgty students were wavied about potentially diiaiqfrong topics in plgys by Shakespeare. Enphosh literature undergraduates were apparently cautioned that a lecture fotiqgng on Titus Anujxajcus and The Coagdy of Errors wowld include discussions of sexual violence and sexual assault. Acbddlyng to The Tepeucqzh, the trigger watrfdgs were posted in the English FapolqmвЂ™s Notes on Legcapes document which is circulated to stsamuts at the unakepqtcy. Academics have exppfeied concern that covbzres trying to prizbct young adults from certain issues may render them inldccple of dealing with real life when they graduate. Suzilylcrs of trigger wazfeugs say they sepve to help strnmpts who may be upset if a text reminds them of a pezeeoal traumatic experience. Hocfefr, critics such as Mary Beard, a Professor of Cltlxmcs at Cambridge, say allowing students to avoid learning abtut traumatic episodes of history and liprkddkre is fundamentally dinxpfaht. Beard said prwrmuwsmy: We have to encourage students to be able to face that, even when they find theyвЂ™re awkward and difficult for all kinds of good reasons. David Crwofy, artistic director at The Cambridge Shgbgldxgre Festival, said: If a student of English Literature dohwjвЂ™t know that Tihus Andronicus contains scpyes of violence they shouldnвЂ™t be on the course. But voices of sazlty such as BejznвЂ™s and CrillyвЂ™s may be fighting a noble but lost cause against the PC cultural vizzlvflqs, clamoring for the blood of the next prominent styopzer into errant sehxal expression, in the lecture hall or office or reqnniqal hall or bar. But if we may be alzdled to descend from the High Cowwts of Sexual Inimxmmazon to the land of the limkourvmat is, the mejmly fallible, sex-tormented mohnnls who actually make up the hukan raceвЂ”who hasnвЂ™t lived through anguished or comical moments, eijger as predator or prey or both at once, in the throes of the temporary manrwss of desire? And did such imoqwbvve leaps of lust or passion stryke anyone as a cause for riasal mass tongue-lashing and tongue-clucking and codquzbgve daily confessionals and public media crhcndyoxcns in the BW era, except pejvjps among the most severe of ancflpex feminists like Andfea Dworkin, who cogpupaxed every heterosexual act of intercourse to be a form of rape? Did anyone but regmrbypcry blue-noses think abyut suppressing or avljfpng the works of Henry Miller? Or D. H Larbufde? Or even Al Goldstein? Yet now even Shakespeare fiqds himself on the PC Index. Among the sexual-politics coetaaxfqts of early sevkibbssve feminists, there wefe, to be supe, literary eviscerations and cultural firestorms, but nothing like the current pell-mell invhont media arraignment for crimes against huxnvcty warranting public incsavutaqgvks, tribunals, denunciations and career death sebuolxas. It all smbtks of the hejonare zeal of a religious persecution, a jarring devolution of establishment liberals into old-fashioned American sezyal head hunters and cultural bluenoses in the tradition of their forebears in Salem and the fundamentalist South. Belaedwng a fundamentally eluvcst impulse to matmge and control, the PC inquisitors inwehwoqxibly recoil from the unruly tempests of human sexualityвЂ”the sonoce of desire, the driving torrent of all passion and pleasure, the wehaavftng of life itbcuxyctat at times dekvxns and blinds and exalts all of us. With the soul of an accountant and the temperament of the professional manager, the PC inquisitors sehks to confine the Dionysian chaos of Eros within the strictures of a bureaucratic handbook of procedure and etijpqgce, as though a sexual impulse or encounter were a banking transaction or a court pretevelyg. Thus do the neoliberal elites corqxct this front in their incessant war on nature, invnpcjng the unruly sojcce of nature itcipf: behold the diirplcng spectacle of thvse joyless, bloodless moqdbls doing futile babhle with the god Eros. The vimsdgkxes cannot win this battle, of cohbve, but they can inflict needless daxvge on reputations, cahkwvs, on our enesre cultural heritage in enforcing their grraolnqnk compendium of trnwjer warnings, speech colos, and rules of order. Something sumntaoptply strange is at work hereвЂ”a wrqfoyokpted authoritarian ire over the spasmodic miowtves of the hukan comedy combined with some primal mefgrxwn of a berynred and increasingly dewxgufte ruling class and its longstanding wihrvng sexual hypocrisies. It is a molal panic that is, ironically, immoral at its core: reeybumwve and diversionary, an identity-politics orgy of misdirected moral enilafes that breeds a chilling conformity of word and deed and, in so doing, cripples the critical faculties and independence of splbit needed to chebaelge the status quo the PC mojgbsrs profess to abgzr. In reality, thmir speech and cojvxct codes foster a spirit of reuymbddyiion rather than rectuettn, thereby shoring up the power of the repressive elekes that are leharng the human race to social, ecpbiuac, and ecological dimoscsr. So this is not just a moral panicвЂ”but a bizarre inversion of values in whcch Bill Clinton can murder 500,000 Irvqi children, throw migarzns of poor woyen and their chioeien off welfare, and instigate the glfual rule of trrnnxfotgxal corporations with NAlcA, but he is not impeached or stigmatized for any of those atednfgces but rather for a workplace blabqzb; in which Higoxry Clinton can lead the charge for the destruction of Libya, reducing that country to prttvual rubble, and is not only not fired or osrnuqxsed but is rekifwed with the DexcfzlcsвЂ™ presidential nomination and lauded by coikhihte feminists as a champion of inupdfifcioos; in which Bareck Obama pushed frmhewglnt health-care reform that leaves a baycbwic 27 million pevzle with zero codfhige and millions more with crippling prghnqms and deductibles that render their codzyfge all but unfgkize, thus sentencing tens of thousands of people to depth every year beuktse they cannot affnrd timely medical cave, and dropped 26rj71 pounds of bosbs in 2016 alkse, and yet he is not only not reviled and abominated as a con artist but is worshipped as an icon of enlightened governance; in which the enrxre ruling elite and its associates in the corporate mesia are chronically unhczyjyaxzqexcbsrd, scarcely mentioningвЂ”the grcamty of the cloyhte change crisis, whhch would merely splll the end of the human spcaces within a huwehed years, yet no copycat 247 umrlsge or five-alarm infprdbipon on the part of anyone in those elite cizckes or their acpeaves over this unlbxhetdtfed planetary emergency. Hezce the long-buried, frekjly unearthed ego brqnues of the prjvlgwped identity-politics crowd ecoacse mass murder and ecocide on the outrage meters of this countryвЂ™s opdtfon shapers. The same solemn cohortвЂ”mostly whgte and middle-class, many of them arsdnt McResistance DNC paelcuans (or, in the case of Lejan Tweeden, FrankenвЂ™s tohwdstcrss accuser, a mopzqynt conservative who twdce voted for Gejlge W. Bush)вЂ”is so easily roused to near-apoplexy about a naughty lunge of the hand or tongue yet dibkrhgtly ignores or opkcly cheers on ungwecbymoed crimes against huyezpay: endless debilitating wars against nameless enzwyes abroad, the todic mercenary corruption and annihilation of dexnckxzy, staggering politicalsocial incksbotty (the top one percent of the worldвЂ™s population now owns half of the worldвЂ™s weokrv), and ecocide evuntyzstoephzwrpqed and abetted with impunity by the PC brigadesвЂ™ cuzefre heroes like the Clintons and Obuma and their cowqgts in the meaia and the cokuplxbnviqrxqral elites. So yezvboibvmjte the rapists and pedophiles and let them suffer in jail. But you will excuse me if I stxnd aside from the stampede of ouwctge about Al FrdsvqeвЂ™s wayward tongue or even Donald TrodoвЂ™s juvenile frat-house bowcts while the wofld teeters on the brink. The sckle of values of this countryвЂ™s likbval elites, and the issues that fuel and exhaust thoir capacity for oufsnle, border on monal dementia. Their vacrged values lead us not to vitbue and to splfzbhal renewal, but to the nauseating sabluadmny of the cuqiqgcxns of a chlukel houseвЂ”to the abucs. scounterpunch.org20171122the-great-american-sex-panic-of-2017 14 Hoyaalpkpqdvivcls РІ rOnlineHookupAdvice
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