It must be sweeps week again

Served in the rear

They sure know how to pump up the readership at Protein Wisdom.

We’ve had Cockslapgate (which they thought was funny) , the Deb Frisch Affair (which nobody thought was funny), Dan Collins as The Stalker also see here (which was funny in a sad watching-someone-floundering-in-quicksand kind of way), and now, courtesy of the kindly and implicitly approving benediction of the Ole Perfesser, Godlstein puts all of his unused education on display explaining the quirky humor and subtle nuance of rape and sodomy with a foreign object fan-fiction.

Fourth, I don’t think Wayans or Method Man want to “rape” Ms Elizabeth. I think they are interested in getting that funny feel, certainly; but it is Ms Elizabeth who gives them the go ahead — out of guilt over white privilege.

Then, when she begins feeling self-satisfied at her charity, she again feels guilty — this time because it is unseemly to feel superior for having deigned to help the poor oppressed Black man (made all the more ironic in that neither Wayans or Method Man is hurting for money or social cachet, and so are “oppressed” in the same way that is, say, a certain Democratic presidential front runner and his equally oppressed wife. Thankfully, they have plenty of living space in which to study their travails). This guilt is brought about as another manifestation of her having recognized and internalized her odious white privilege — and so acts, thematically speaking, as another snare in the tangled jungle (can I say “jungle,” or is that, too, now racist?) of identity politics.

In fact, the competing impulses being explored in the self-flagellating debate the feminist sites are having over the Marcotte book kerfuffle, are enough to drive at least one earnest feminist to drink a whole shitload of tequila — if only to escape trying to figure out just how “a feminist” is supposed to act.

Naturally, I’d say Ms Elizabeth’s first impulse was correct: just say no! — but then, I’m not burdened by any ridiculous notions of my having been born into a social position that posits me a de facto oppressor, and so I feel no need to remedy the situation of my birth by having a Cristal bottle jammed into my anus.

Usually I agree with the notion that if "you explain it, you drain it" but there is so much more here than meets the eye that even Dr. Mrs. Old Perfesser couldn’t hack her way through it although, in the end, she’d probably just blame it on the bitch anyway.

More here.