Actress Ashley Judd has written a powerful essay about violence against women, and it all stemmed from a Tweet about March Madness, no less. An avid basketball fan (and non-bandwagon University of Kentucky supporter), she recently tweeted something negative about a college basketball game. Despite how ephemeral and harmless this was, the star was quickly on the receiving end of a “tsunami of gender-based violence and misogyny.” “Tweets rolled in, calling me a c–t, a whore or a bitch, or telling me to suck a two-inch d–k. Some even threatened rape, or ‘anal anal anal,'” the Insurgent star writes . If only it stopped there. It only got worse. Appallingly so. “I deleted my original tweet after the game, before all hell broke loose, to make amends for any genuine offense I may have committed by describing play as ‘dirty.'” “Of course, other people, including my uncle who is a chaplain, also expressed fear that the athletes would be hurt badly.” “But my uncle wasn’t told he was a smelly p—y. He wasn’t spared because of his profession; being a male sports fan is his immunity from abuse.” “What happened to me is the devastating social norm experienced by millions of girls and women on the Internet,” Judd went on. “Online harassers use the slightest excuse (or no excuse at all) to dismember our personhood,” Ashley adds, and described it in detail. “My tweet was simply the convenient delivery system for a rage toward women that lurks perpetually. I know this experience is universal, though I’ll describe specifically what happened to me.” “I read in vivid language the various ways, humiliating and violent, in which my genitals, vaginal and anal, should be violated, shamed, exploited and dominated.” “Either the writer was going to do these things to me, or they were what I deserved. My intellect was insulted: I was called stupid, an idiot.” “My age, appearance and body were attacked. Even my family was thrown into the mix: Someone wrote that my ‘grandmother is creepy.'” The experience hit home on multiple levels for the 46-year-old Judd, who went on to recount her own multiple experiences with rape and assault: “I am a survivor of sexual assault, rape and incest. I am greatly blessed that in 2006, other thriving survivors introduced me to recovery. I seized it.” “My own willingness, partnered with a simple kit of tools, has empowered me to take the essential odyssey from undefended and vulnerable victim to empowered survivor.” “Today, nine years into my recovery,” she writes, with the passage of time and the perspective it offers, “I can go farther and say my ‘story” is not ‘my story.'” “It is something a Higher Power (spirituality, for me, has been vital in this healing) uses to allow me the grace and privilege of helping others who are still hurting.” Perhaps, she says, the simple act of speaking out about these difficult topics can help “offer a piece of education, awareness and action to our world.” If it does, the world will be better for it.
Sterling’s still got at least one negro in his corner… Despite the recent uproar about Clippers owner Donald Sterling’s anti-Black remarks made on-tape to his half-Black girlfriend , one African American TV star not only supports Sterling, but is 100% behind everything he said! The self-hatred is SO real. Come and get your uncle… We all know how The Boondocks ‘ Uncle Ruckus (no relation) really feels about Black folks, so no surprise here! That cartoon was created by Kevin Eason, a freelance editorial cartoonist and illustrator from New Jersey. His brand of satire covers news events in politics, entertainment, sports and much more. Kevin’s work features include: Gannett, TVOne, Uptown, The Urban Daily, NAACP, Cengage Publishing, BOSSIP, WBLS_107.5FM, and various newspapers and magazines throughout the country. You can follow him on Facebook .
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I’m Presley, I’m from Dallas, Texas and I met the love of my life on October 29, 2012. I’ve always dreamed of writing one of these. I’d read them over and over waiting for my turn. I was standing with my cousin, Katie, waiting to meet Justin. We were talking with my aunt. Facing the opposite direction than the rest of the crowd, I was the only one who saw him. Kenny Hamilton. He comes walking by and the only thing I could get out was “Oh my gosh! Hi, Kenny!” and he happily responded, “Hey there! How are you?” and I told him I was great, and he laughed, and kept going. About ten minutes goes by before I see everyone pushing up to the front, of course, wanting to know what was going on. My cousin and I went up there. Alfredo was taking pictures with a few fans. My cousin (she’s not exactly Justin’s number one fan) had no idea who he was, and had no interest in pictures. I shoved my way up there and said hi, and asked for a picture. He was MORE than happy to take one. Being not the tallest, he put his hands on my shoulders and popped from behind me. I took it and thanked him. He told me it was no problem and left. A security guard took our line to another place first, us being the ultimate VIPs, then another line followed. I was maybe 10th-15th in line. I heard some of the “crazies” and prayed that I would be able to remain just a little calm. Security standing by the curtain took the hamster ball I brought for Pac and a letter my friend wrote for him. I decided I was going to try to sneak my letter in. The girl in front of me walked in, and as they opened the curtain, I saw him. There he was. I was standing 10 feet away from my hero. It was my turn. They asked if I was ready, and of course I told them yes. I walked in, and I was in about 5 seconds of total shock. I was a little giddy. I said “O-oh m-my g-go-g-god. Hi! I’m Presley!” and he said hello and introduced himself. I then asked him for a hug. I was so scared he’d say no, but he told me yes, and hugged me . We took our picture, and then security tried to rush me out. I stopped and looked at Justin and I said “Can you please put this in your pocket? Or no..?” He looked me right in the eye and said “I can’t put in it my pocket. Sorry, I swear I’ll read it.” I thanked him, and left. It was maybe a little over a minute, but the best minute of my life. Not only was I able to meet him, but I also was lucky enough to get to sit front row. Throughout the whole show, I made eye contact with him many times. But little did I know that my ULTIMATE dream would come true. The familiar beat of One Less Lonely Girl started to play. He sang for a bit, walked over and made direct eye contact with me, and pointed right at me. He sang to me. It was the most insane moment of my entire life. At one point in the show, my friend Felicia’s mom got mine and Felicia’s attention and pulled us along until we got to the side of the stage and pointed to Kenny. It was Felicia’s birthday, and her mom told Kenny and then came and got us. He said “I’m sorry, I can’t take pictures during the show but it was very nice to meet the both of you!’ and shook both of our hands. At the very end of the show, when Justin was singing ‘Baby,’ I got to touch him one last time. He stuck his hand down and I touched it. Long story short… I’m one of the few and very lucky people who can say that I’ve meet my hero, Justin Drew Bieber. See more here: I’m Presley, I’m from Dallas, Texas and I met the…
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