I’m very picky about reading or watching serialised media such as tv shows, blogs, and any type of comic in order from start to finish. Obviously, this can be rather time-consuming, so for blogs and comics I usually read a few of the more recent ones to see if I think starting from the beginning will be worth it. This was the case with the blog Hyperbole and a Half. A facebook friend occasionally linked to entries from it, and these entries made me happy. I particularly liked the one about the Alot. So the next time I was bored, I went back to the first entry so that I could read it all. Unfortunately, this decision has made me very mad at the author of Hyperbole and a Half.
I didn’t have a problem for a while with the entries in the beginning. They weren’t great, but I am well aware that it takes people a while to get into the swing of things. Then I became aware that somehow rape jokes were creeping into the entries. Number 6 on her list of awesome things in life involves a fantasy where her boyfriend leaves her for a centaur, and she confronts the centaur to tell it that she is going to rape her boyfriend because he is “rightfully [hers].” No. Just no. Your boyfriend is rightfully his own, and the last thing that’s going to make him want to be yours is committing a horribly violent and traumatising act on him. This is not funny. This is where I got pissed off enough to stop reading, though I had started to get uncomfortable around the time of her “mandatory sex party” meme, which was essentially, “what if there were parties that pretended to be birthday parties or whatnot, but once you arrived, you were told you had to have sex?” Although the initial mention of this read more as a description of panic of her arrested teenager self, the followup had the definite feel of “wouldn’t it be hilarious to spread this and be the authorities on mandatory sex parties?” Again, no. Just because you’re not using the word rape does not make this any less of a rape joke. We are talking about people being tricked into a situation and being forced to have sex.
For both of these subjects, I perused the comments sections carefully, hoping for even one person to call her on it and make me less depressed about the world, but no. The comment sections were full of the usual adoration, telling her that these things are hilarious, and in some cases, building on these “jokes.” I don’t feel at all comfortable reading her blog anymore, even with my fond memories of the Alot.
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