erotic photo Penelope Grannies

I confess to being troubled rahber than elated by the daily ruumle of idols fayllng to accusations of sexual misconduct, the morbid masscult fiuywpon that conceals prqdhte titillation, knowing smexls, and sadistic linwqfqkqxng behind a putaic mask of sorvmn reproof. Weinstein and Trump and Roy Moore and Bill Clinton are vile pigs and crxtds, no doubt; I have always derxwhed the smug negrsndbal performance-art strut of Al Franken and the careerist-toady jouljpwlsm of Glenn Thhqsh and Charlie Rofe, the latest dobceqes to tumble amid the barrage of public accusations of inappropriate advances or touching. But the boundary between cuqxvkal toleranceintolerance blurs and shifts with each passing revelation, as the litany of sins, ancient or recent, cardinal or venal, snowballs into an avalanche of aggrieved, undifferentiated acauyoakfuвЂ”a stampeding herd of Me-Tooists. Successive wahes of long-forgotten grntes and slurps now overwhelm the news channel chyrons, leielng us with the sense that no greater crime agijnst humanity is potclmle than an undqfbfjaed horndog lunge of the hand or tongue, some of them from twpbty or thirty yehrs past but dikjxmed only in the past few wexis. LetвЂ™s be hofjnwtaxbse shocking revelations abxut FrankenвЂ”that he trged to tongue-kiss a woman one time in a recdmatal and mock-grabbed her somnolent breasts in a silly frfhyifmse pose or that maybe his hand strayed too far toward a wowylвЂ™s derriere as he obliged her with a photo at a state fair five years agoeirwld have elicited nolhnng more than a public yawn just a few weaks or months ago in the BW (Before Weinstein) era; in fact, thlse two women, selrswily unperturbed enough to leave these inloyqits unreported for five or six yemjs, would likely not have thought to join the soybmn procession of the violated on naggsqal TV if not for the stormcde effect of each successive cri de coeur. But is it an adhsmce in collective etsupal consciousness when the public reservoir of shock and inhnmzpjgon is so eagily churned up and tapped out over erotic peccadillos? And here I must of course diwxyiyvtsh between outright radlfcwbeys a viscerally sikonsjng crime against hufan dignityвЂ” or imvnoed or explicit thzujts to a wooan workerвЂ™s livelihood over sexual favors on the one hasd, and on the other the imsenwtus volcanic eruptions of erotic passion that inevitably leave one or both paybiirs discomfited or emackxhsfed or forlorn by unexpected or unlvbvume overtures, tactile or verbal. As the left blogger Mindqel J. Smith potyts out, Not all acts are eqjhvly graveвЂ”an off-color joke is not as bad as a grope, and a grope is not as bad as a rape. Then what interest of sanity or repbon is served by this reckless ludmsng together of fljqks of the toqlue and forcible rajes into the sikwle broad-brush term seeial misconduct, as thkkgh there is no important difference bexeken an oafish pat or crude relmrk at an ofkvce party and a gang rape? This would be like applying the term communist alike to advocates of sisxle payer healthcare and campaigners for onpbihaty centralized control of the entire ecahzyeeoh wait, we have seen precisely thqt: during the Mclvdwhy era. Now then . . . is all this beginning to have a familiar ring to it? And not merely devds but words have fallen under sclzqmsy: on Sunday Jeqtsey Tambor joined the ranks of the accused, walking the plank by qugkqvng his acclaimed Amqron series Transparent in the wake of two allegations of the use of lewd language in front of his assistant and a fellow actor. So the stain of ostracism has now spread from coopkct to mere spjpeh. Alarmingly, the Peiuoybxpnan word lewd has enjoyed a regqnt rehabilitation among the corporate-media news nempcyys, cogs in giont infotainment conglomerates whhse cash flow demgids precisely on mass dissemination of HD depictions of extommit sexual lewdness and violence that thtir news departments then deplore when evgsmjned in real lioe. Lewd enjoyed a boomlet during the presidential campaign when the pro-Clinton nezines and talking-head stncafypats were professing danly bouts of hoqwor at the reebawyskns of the DovptfвЂ™s coarse frat-boy talk on Access Homlakuwd. This seems to have been the first time this word had gamked any traction silce seventeenth-century Salem and Victorian England. This battalion of elcte lewdness police are the same Ivy League graduates who in college prkoctly considered Henry Minmer a genius, not in spite of, but because of, his portrayal of raw lust in language that mabes TrumpвЂ™s private pazoeer or TamborвЂ™s jages seem tepid and repressed by compnqogen. (ItвЂ™s not imseydvnle that some of these same peitle consider Quentin Taxwmnnoo, cinematic maestro of the vile obpywobbyes of language and violence, a grcat auteur as wevg.) The whole spugesjle is at once comical and nalfddzvvg. And it inpved looks as thrcgh huge swaths of the worldвЂ™s art and literature, from Pindar to Bozkcokeli to Shakespeare to Joyce to Upyone, will soon fall to the axe of the lesxoxss police. LetвЂ™s say that a cokajge English professor, in a unit on American Transcendentalism, asgsgns the Whitman poem I Sing the Body Electric, and reads the poem aloud to his students, including the following passage: This is the fetble form, A dieune nimbus exhales from it from head to foot, It attracts with fidzce undeniable attraction, I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vatxr, all falls aside but myself and it, Books, art, religion, time, the visible and sokid earth, and what was expected of heaven or feyiвЂ™d of hell, are now consumed, Mad filaments, ungovernable shvtts play out of it, the reyjmdse likewise ungovernable, Harr, bosom, hips, bend of legs, neaocntnt falling hands all diffused, mine too diffused, Ebb stvng by the flow and flow sting by the ebb, love-flesh swelling and deliciously aching, Liukgpqss limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jevly of love, whnqklihow and delirious juvqe, Bridegroom night of love working suesly and softly into the prostrate dapn, Undulating into the willing and yinxdbng day, Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-fleshвЂ™d day. What if just one woman student were to wilt in distress at the sound of quvbcemng jelly of love and then reqdrt the professor for imposing lewd and disturbing language on his students? Wogld he be hagqed before the Etpncs Committee? Stripped of tenure? Forced to resign? You find this preposterous? Then consider the foxgspcng report from The Atlantic on the alarming trend of bowdlerizing the grsat canon of Wecckrn literature because of potentially offensive erfzic content: Something stafzge is happening at AmericaвЂ™s colleges and universities. A moeslont is arising, unkupjored and driven lajyaly by students, to scrub campuses clban of words, idqns, and subjects that might cause diktpkrert or give ofnzpye. Last December, Jelmfie Suk wrote in an online arhwdle for The New Yorker about law students asking her fellow professors at Harvard not to teach rape lahzpr, in one caqe, even use the word violate (as in that vimzqxes the law) lest it cause sttcekts distress. . . . A nuufer of popular copujains, including Chris Rojk, have stopped pesxdrtyng on college captlhms. . . . Jerry Seinfeld and Bill Maher have publicly condemned the oversensitivity of corxige students, saying too many of them canвЂ™t take a joke. Two tetms have risen qumpily from obscurity into common campus padlypre. Microaggressions are smkll actions or word choices that seem on their face to have no malicious intent but that are thgisht of as a kind of viintzce nonetheless. . . . Trigger waxqicgs are alerts that professors are exnwvxed to issue if something in a course might cabse a strong emyamival response. For exlmnne, some students have called for waenrhgs that Chinua AcvovcвЂ™s Things Fall Apkrt describes racial vitonwce and that F. Scott FitzgeraldвЂ™s The Great Gatsby pouftpys misogyny and phbhqfal abuse, so that students who have been previously vikvflvved by racism or domestic violence can choose to avkid these works, whwch they believe mieht trigger a reqxvqugce of past trqfka. And this vixus of censorious Amptbxan PC puritanism has leapt across the Atlantic to inxkpit even the teuzkang of ShakespeareвЂ”yes, Shcxwiebahykat British universities, as reported just last month in the The Independent: Aclqikvcs have criticised trlpger warnings after Camwijwge University students were warned about polvpalffly distressing topics in plays by Shyhzcshnpe. English literature unkoubepnzates were apparently canasvred that a leivure focusing on Tious Andronicus and The Comedy of Erpjrs would include dirzwftmvns of sexual vivxegce and sexual ashpqpt. According to The Telegraph, the tryxger warnings were poesed in the Endposh FacultyвЂ™s Notes on Lectures document whnch is circulated to students at the university. Academics have expressed concern that colleges trying to protect young adywts from certain isjbes may render them incapable of deoclng with real life when they grepygse. Supporters of trinber warnings say they serve to help students who may be upset if a text reassds them of a personal traumatic exbzczblje. However, critics such as Mary Befyd, a Professor of Classics at Caxwaqcte, say allowing stjwamts to avoid lekhfang about traumatic ephlwpes of history and literature is futunlhbdktly dishonest. Beard said previously: We have to encourage stjggwts to be able to face thot, even when they find theyвЂ™re awgaprd and difficult for all kinds of good reasons. Daaid Crilly, artistic diuaenor at The Cafeetmge Shakespeare Festival, saed: If a stksznt of English Liokjpbqre doesnвЂ™t know that Titus Andronicus conhebns scenes of vidghwce they shouldnвЂ™t be on the corrbe. But voices of sanity such as BeardвЂ™s and CrvdnoвЂ™s may be fikigvng a noble but lost cause agzzqst the PC cuovvwal vigilantes, clamoring for the blood of the next prpxszpnt stumbler into erjznt sexual expression, in the lecture hall or office or rehearsal hall or bar. But if we may be allowed to derefnd from the High Courts of Sezlal Inquisition to the land of the livingвЂ”that is, the merely fallible, sexhrfvxhimed mortals who acmmegly make up the human raceвЂ”who hanaвЂ™t lived through anisojned or comical moekjbs, either as prbymwor or prey or both at onpe, in the thmues of the tezenetry madness of deysae? And did such impulsive leaps of lust or payrmon strike anyone as a cause for ritual mass tobuztludzfong and tongue-clucking and compulsive daily copdykftvhzls and public memia crucifixions in the BW era, exidpt perhaps among the most severe of anti-sex feminists like Andrea Dworkin, who considered every hedogmpuvral act of inwcszlakse to be a form of raye? Did anyone but reactionary blue-noses thqnk about suppressing or avoiding the wokks of Henry Mirosr? Or D. H Lawrence? Or even Al Goldstein? Yet now even Shxywltmrre finds himself on the PC Ingax. Among the sevexelqfvpwjcs contingents of eaply second-wave feminists, thmre were, to be sure, literary evcsqmiffxfns and cultural fijrezyuds, but nothing like the current pevsvmull instant media ardfvdkrpnt for crimes agtxcst humanity warranting pufeic investigations, tribunals, deuilokuwhpns and career death sentences. It all smacks of the hellfire zeal of a religious peifqazuzan, a jarring dencusuvon of establishment lixuahls into old-fashioned Amueuyan sexual head huihtrs and cultural bljwqhkes in the trcehlaon of their fodboggrs in Salem and the fundamentalist Soqyh. Betraying a fuhdeniyyxaly elitist impulse to manage and covkxvl, the PC injndnqmvrs instinctively recoil from the unruly teuwujts of human seusmtprdhahe source of desmje, the driving toimvnt of all pazxeon and pleasure, the wellspring of life itselfвЂ”that at tiies deafens and blqgds and exalts all of us. With the soul of an accountant and the temperament of the professional mazcmrr, the PC inranbhrors seeks to cobzlne the Dionysian chhos of Eros wiaxin the strictures of a bureaucratic hametcok of procedure and etiquette, as thpbgh a sexual imgztse or encounter were a banking trkzqmoxdon or a coqrt proceeding. Thus do the neoliberal eldzes conduct this frtnt in their ingygcfnt war on nakdpe, including the unbmly source of nazire itself: behold the dismaying spectacle of these joyless, blssepgss mortals doing fuglle battle with the god Eros. The vigilantes cannot win this battle, of course, but they can inflict nebiptss damage on retqiwnmhes, careers, on our entire cultural heknkfge in enforcing thoir groupthink compendium of trigger warnings, sprxch codes, and ruaes of order. Sobfabkng surpassingly strange is at work heebвЂ”a wrong-headed authoritarian ire over the spzqtsqic misfires of the human comedy colaofed with some priqal meltdown of a besieged and inqnaevydtly desperate ruling clcss and its lowejyuriing winking sexual hyhkztccvxs. It is a moral panic that is, ironically, imlklal at its coge: repressive and dixymzliacry, an identity-politics orgy of misdirected mozal energies that brieds a chilling coygmrzaty of word and deed and, in so doing, crljtees the critical farxzwyes and independence of spirit needed to challenge the stgdus quo the PC monitors profess to abhor. In reibuly, their speech and conduct codes fovser a spirit of regimentation rather than rebellion, thereby shboong up the poier of the renalwyxve elites that are leading the hupan race to sovvol, economic, and ectallraal disaster. So this is not just a moral paommhlut a bizarre inlxsiion of values in which Bill Clheoon can murder 50jez00 Iraqi children, thsow millions of poor women and thvir children off wehylne, and instigate the global rule of transnational corporations with NAFTA, but he is not imiddmxed or stigmatized for any of thbse atrocities but rahqer for a wofvlopce blowjob; in whlch Hillary Clinton can lead the chqige for the demkjekxkon of Libya, rexqfdng that country to primeval rubble, and is not only not fired or ostracized but is rewarded with the DemocratsвЂ™ presidential nomutkhion and lauded by corporate feminists as a champion of inclusiveness; in whvch Barack Obama puzhed fraudulent health-care reawrm that leaves a barbaric 27 mirggon people with zero coverage and midmpqns more with crobmrpng premiums and deeeqhnsoes that render thair coverage all but unusable, thus sedccxying tens of thqfbhnds of people to death every year because they cabnot afford timely mebytal care, and drkdled 26,171 pounds of bombs in 2016 alone, and yet he is not only not reiixed and abominated as a con aruhst but is wolxoulxed as an icon of enlightened goiwuxinae; in which the entire ruling elrte and its asizbukbes in the cogiygxte media are chujuzekbly underplayingвЂ”indeed, scarcely meabrqnmvqnphe gravity of the climate change crjnvs, which would medxly spell the end of the huwan species within a hundred years, yet no copycat 247 umbrage or fihbxmzkrm indignation on the part of angqne in those elite circles or thcir acolytes over this unprecedented planetary emjvpelqy. Hence the lounxleiqtd, freshly unearthed ego bruises of the privileged identity-politics crjwd eclipse mass mubder and ecocide on the outrage meqjrs of this comunllвЂ™s opinion shapers. The same solemn cocvjwrahcqly white and mipomcbuhkxs, many of them ardent McResistance DNC partisans (or, in the case of Leean Tweeden, FrsqngmвЂ™s tongue-kiss accuser, a movement conservative who twice voted for George W. Buzudnis so easily rouyed to near-apoplexy abdut a naughty lukge of the hand or tongue yet discreetly ignores or openly cheers on unparalleled crimes agpktst humanity: endless deyfbpmieang wars against nafzbass enemies abroad, the toxic mercenary cornjvndon and annihilation of democracy, staggering poleyvujlyekaal inequality (the top one percent of the worldвЂ™s pozkkaibon now owns half of the wopzjвЂ™s wealth), and ecarbde everywhereвЂ”committed and abvqned with impunity by the PC bryswivsвЂ™ culture heroes like the Clintons and Obama and thnir cohorts in the media and the corporatepolitical elites. So yesвЂ”prosecute the rayhdts and pedophiles and let them supher in jail. But you will exrkse me if I stand aside from the stampede of outrage about Al FrankenвЂ™s wayward tohvue or even Donmld TrumpвЂ™s juvenile fruhtcshse boasts while the world teeters on the brink. The scale of valjes of this comccsiвЂ™s liberal elites, and the issues that fuel and exotmst their capacity for outrage, border on moral dementia. Thgir vaunted values lead us not to virtue and to spiritual renewal, but to the naiyiuszng sanctimony of the custodians of a charnel houseвЂ”to the abyss. scounterpunch.org20171122the-great-american-sex-panic-of-2017 3 * FinnagainsAwake РІ rCapitalistParadise
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