So here's a question!



If you plate and serve your own shit, do you get an extra tip?

Morgan Spurlock sure seems to think so.

If you're Morgan fucking Spurlock and you write a blog post preempting any accusations you feel could possibly be made against you, do you get, like, a pass from the world to continue to operate under the radar of both human attention and social relevance?

Shit, sorry, was that mean?

Oh that's right, yes it was, and I don't care.

I'm not fucking surprised that Morgan had a shitty sexual encounter in college in which he assumed that a no 5-minutes ago means a yes right now. I'm not fucking surprised that he thought "sex pants" was a funny cool nickname for a human woman in his office. And while I think that's all textbook bullshit, it's hard to summon outrage over boring fucking everyday Chadlife.

What, am I also howling at the moon when I step on the Lego blocks scattered like tiny shards of volcanic glass by the dishwasher? It's a fucking Lego block in my kitchen. If I'm mad about the Lego it's because I didn't take the necessary steps (literally) to protect myself.

Think about that, Morgan. I'm not mad about your shitty behavior because I believe it is part of your core identity, your structure as you move through the world. Think about that.

I'm not mad you did what you did. I am mad about your fucking "APOLOGY."

Bust out the shovels, bitches. This one's a doozie.

Because here's the fucking question:

Does it matter WHEN in the timeline of your shitty behavior you first reveal said shitty behavior, and then immediately blame 7 other things for it?

Somebody call the Hidden Figures ladies because that math doesn't fucking add up.

yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
eah no

Let's take a closer look at Spurlock's blog post, shall we?

I am Part of the Problem

by Morgan Spurlock
and Katie Anthony
hi guys
yeah
I'm gonna be reading along with you here
identifying the chunks in this paper sack of raccoon dumpster vomit

(I added line breaks to his post in order to make it easier to read in this "call-and-response" format, but I didn't change any of the text.)


As I sit around watching hero after hero, 
man after man, fall at the realization of their past indiscretions, 
I don’t sit by and wonder “who will be next?” 
I wonder, “when will they come for me?”

OK so right off the bat, "hero?" Are we calling them heroes? 

Also, describing "heroes" as committing "indiscretions," is like describing Charles Manson as a "visionary" with "quirks." The sanitization of your language is insulting and you need to be fucking honest right now:

As I sit around watching man after man face fair and just consequences for their past abuses and assaults of women, I don't sit by and wonder "who will be next?" I wonder, "When will they come for me?"

Also, bold choice to admit that your first thought when hundreds of women began coming forward telling stories of humiliation and abuse was "But what about ME?"

You see, I’ve come to understand after months of these revelations, 

that I am not some innocent bystander, I am also a part of the problem.


Nobody said you were an innocent bystander. Also, it took you months to remember what you did in college and at your office 8 years ago? Stop lying. You knew right away what you'd done and what could happen to you if people began to tell the truth about you. What you came to understand after months of hiding was 2 things: First, Weinstein wasn't a one-off, and that meant you were in deep shit. Second, that there might just be a way for you to play this where you look like only a 30% piece of shit, rather than a 99% piece of shit.


I’m sure I’m not alone in this thought, 

but I can’t blindly act as though I didn’t somehow play a part in this, 

and if I’m going truly represent myself as someone who has built a career on finding the truth, then it’s time for me to be truthful as well.

Stop telling me about your illustrious truth-telling career and start apologizing.

I am part of the problem.


Over my life, there have been many instances 

that parallel what we see everyday in the news. 

I have changed the diapers of two infant sons with testicles like the most velvety souffles in Paris. BUT THIS BALL? SOFTER.

Are you trying to say that you have behaved abominably many times over your life? Because being an asshole doesn't parallel assholes. It's just exactly the same thing, actually. 

It's like if Richard Spencer was like, "Over my life, there have been many instances that parallel what you might see in archival footage of Klan meetings from the 1950's." 

Or if Richard Simmons was like, "Over my life, there have been many instances that parallel what you see everyday on Sweating to the Oldies." 

I believe the word you're looking for isn't "parellel," but rather, "identical," or possbily even "RESPONSIBLE." 


When I was in college, a girl who I hooked up with on a one night stand accused me of rape.
Not outright.
There were no charges or investigations,
but she wrote about the instance in a short story writing class
and called me by name.
A female friend who was in the class told be about it afterwards.

"I'll call it a hook up and a one-night stand so everyone knows how chill and casual and like mutually understood it was. It wasn't a RAPEY rape! Goodness, no! It wasn't so rapey that she TOLD anyone about it! Except through writing the story in her own words about me, identified specifically by name, and sharing it with her class. But it's important that you note that I HAD A FEMALE FRIEND! And she was totally on my team because she told me about it."

I was floored. 
Wait, I thought this was an apology, Morgan. 

See, okay, yeah, this can be tricky. 

An "apology" is where you acknowledge what you did wrong, and then express remorse. 

This sounds more like what you might call a "defense." More specifically, this appears to be morphing into a "chickenshit defense," which is where you make your eyes as big as possible and fan yourself a lot and express shock that some silly goose thought you hurt her one time (girls can be such flibbertigibbets about understanding what happens INSIDE THEIR VAGINAS.) 

“That’s not what happened!” I told her.

This wasn’t how I remembered it at all.

In my mind, we’d been drinking all night and went back to my room.

We began fooling around, she pushed me off,

then we laid in the bed and talked and laughed some more,
and then began fooling around again.
We took off our clothes.
She said she didn’t want to have sex,
so we laid together, and talked, and kissed, and laughed,
and then we started having sex.
So, okay, if we can just track this out, beat by beat:
1. You're drinking all night.
2. You start hooking up.
3. She pushes you off.
4. You wait a little bit.
5. You start hooking up again.
6. She says "I don't want to have sex."
7. You wait another minute.
8. You start having sex with her.

Math check?

yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
eah fuck that
“Light Bright,” she said.


“What?”



“Light bright. That kids toy, that’s all I can see and think about,”

she said … and then she started to cry.

I didn’t know what to do.

We stopped having sex and I rolled beside her.

I tried to comfort her. To make her feel better.
I thought I was doing ok, I believed she was feeling better.
She believed she was raped.

OK so real quick I'm going to get a good handful of your fucking ear and you'll say "Don't rip off my ear," so I'll let it go and we'll LAUGH for a little while, and then I'll grab your fucking ear again and rip it off the side of your head.

And then I'll pat your cheek. Super gently. Like the gentlest gentleman. You should be feeling better at this point. 

You might BELIEVE I just ripped your ear off. But clearly, honey, you do not understand your own ear and its presence or lack thereof on the side of your fucking head. 

When you tell people I ripped your ear off I'll just tell them how FLOORED I am and then explain to you, "THAT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENED."

Good? We good? Sound like a good plan?

That’s why I’m part of the problem.


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

oh my god



Yes! It IS why you're part of the problem!

But the hilarious thing is.... 



... that you don't seem to understand...



that when you frame this story as a he-said-she-said



and describe your experience of having sex with her after she explicitly said "no sex" as an event where you "tried to make her feel better"



AND THEN



THEN! You compare YOUR perception of what YOU did

to HER perception of what YOU did

TO HER



WITHOUT EVER FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGING THAT YOU FUCKING DID SOMETHING WRONG!


THAT

IS

THE

ENTIRE

PROBLEM.



Then there was the time I settled a sexual harassment allegation at my office.
This was around 8 years ago,
and it wasn’t a gropy feely harassment.
It was verbal, and it was just as bad.

"I'll call it an allegation so everyone knows how much she lied about it. It wasn't a GROPEY harassment! Goodness, no!" 

If your harassment was truly just as bad, then you don't need to assert it as if we were OBVIOUSLY going to hear you say that you verbally harassed someone at work and say, "Well was it gropey? Then what's the big deal??? SHEESH!"

I would call my female assistant “hot pants” or “sex pants”
when I was yelling to her from the other side of the office.
Something I thought was funny at the time,
but then realized I had completely demeaned and belittled her
to a place of non-existence.

Uh huh. And at what point did you realize this. 

Was it... was it 5 minutes ago? Was it when you started writing this "apology" in the hopes that it would win you friends and influence people? Was it when you asked your Reddit Troll Bridge buddies, "Ugh, bros, need help. What do you think women WANT me to say about feeling remorse for calling my assistant hot pants?"


So, when she decided to quit, she came to me

and said if I didn’t pay her a settlement,

she would tell everyone.

Being who I was, it was the last thing I wanted, so of course, I paid.

I paid for peace of mind. I paid for her silence and cooperation.
Most of all, I paid so I could remain who I was.

"It wasn't so icky that she TOLD anyone about it! Except me. But clearly, I do not fucking count. Also, notice that she demanded money. So that gold-digger DID FINE, OKAY. Honestly, I don't think her dignity and personhood was worth QUITE that much, but I'm Morgan Fucking Spurlock okay, I could afford it. 

If I have to pay out some bullshit apology it's totally worth it SO I CAN REMAIN THE MAGNIFICENT BASTARD THAT I AM WAS. WAS. Past tense. Not now. That's not what I'm doing right now. Goodness no! This is totally sincere."


I am part of the problem.


And then there’s the infidelity.

I have been unfaithful to every wife and girlfriend I have ever had.

Over the years, I would look each of them in the eye and proclaim my love

and then have sex with other people behind their backs.

Cheating isn't raping or sexually harassing. It's shitty but it's a different brand of shitty than what you're ostensibly apologizing for here, which is a rape in college and sexual harassment of your assistant.

When you equate cheating with actual crimes, you diminish the offensiveness of the crimes. 




I hurt them. And I hate it. But it didn’t make me stop.
The worst part is, I’m someone who consistently hurts those closest to me.
From my wife, to my friends, to my family, to my partners & co-workers.
I have helped create a world of disrespect through my own actions. 

"I have helped create a world of disrespect through my own actions," is the only fucking line worth reading in this entire "apology." 

And I am part of the problem. 


But why? What caused me to act this way? Is it all ego?

Or was it the sexual abuse I suffered as a boy and as a young man in my teens?

Abuse that I only ever told to my first wife,

for fear of being seen as weak or less than a man?


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

I am terribly sorry to hear that you were abused as a boy and a young man. Sexual abuse is devastating. You didn't deserve that as a child or an adolescent. Your pain is real and I'm sorry that you have to carry that burden. I sincerely hope that you are able to find peace through therapy, support, and a lot of hard and painful work.

But to answer your question: What caused you to act this way?

You did. You caused you to act this way.

Your pain is not insignificant. But if your pain is in the driver's seat when you're raping a woman and verbally abusing your assistant, then you need to get the fuck out of that car.

We all make mistakes. But we are also all responsible for the consequences of those mistakes. Anybody who promised you different was probably one of your "heroes." You know, the ones with "indiscretions."

Is it because my father left my mother when I was child?
Or that she believed he never respected her,
so that disrespect carried over into their son? 

No. It's because you did those things. It's because you decided to do them and then you did them.

You are like a raccoon vomiting old yogurt on me right now and I resent the shit out of it. 

This is your mess. You need to clean it up. This is not my fucking job. It's not your college hook-up's job. It's not your assistant's job. It's not even your dad's job.

Or is it because I’ve consistently been drinking since the age of 13?
I haven’t been sober for more than a week in 30 years,
something our society doesn’t shun or condemn 
but which only served to fill the emotional hole inside me
and the daily depression I coped with. Depression we can’t talk about,
because its wrong and makes you less of a person. 

MAGNIFICENT change of subject from your own actions to alcoholism and depression, two things that are beyond your control. That is what sexual predators-slash-politicans call a PIVOT.

"What was I supposed to do? Not rape people and get help for my addiction? I am an alcoholic. And I think I speak for the whole alcoholic community when I say I'm pretty sure it's like step 4 where women might think we're raping them but we're really just shitfaced and not listening to them say "no sex" and then doing sex and then being confused about what happened. It's one of the 12 steps. I think it's 4. 4 feels right." 

"What was I supposed to do? Stop sexually harassing my assistant and go get some goddamn therapy? I WAS DEPRESSED. Everyone knows depressed people are the best at inappropriately sexual workplace nicknames. What, do I just reject the gift that my depression gave me? HER PANTS WERE HOT!"

Again, I am so genuinely sorry to hear about your struggles with alcoholism and depression. 

But this is a letter about you taking responsibility for your actions. 

If I punch you in the face and then tell the story about the time a man slipped his hand all the way down the back of my jeans in a bar in New York, does that make your black eye somehow fucking okay? No. It makes me someone who is focused on creating my own character in this story, rather than acknowledging my fucking actions and their consequences.

And the sexual daliances? Were they meaningful?
Or did they only serve to try to make a weak man feel stronger. 


I don’t know. None of these things matter

when you chip away at someone

and consistently make them feel like less of a person.



I am part of the problem. We all are.

Nope, just you.

Strike "we" from any apology you ever write. Unless you are a conjoined twin. Then it's fine.

But I am also part of the solution.

Oh hell no.

By recognizing and openly admitting what I’ve done
to further this terrible situation,
I hope to empower the change within myself.
We should all find the courage to admit we’re at fault.

BUT YOU DIDN'T DO THAT. 

You found the courage to tell your side of a rape story, tell us how funny you are in the office and how your gold-digging assistant couldn't take the joke, blame your dad, alcoholism, and depression, and then wrap it up by assuring us that YOU ARE PART OF THE SOLUTION NOW, before CONGRATULATING YOURSELF ON YOUR FUCKING COURAGE.



PLEASE DO NOT BE PART OF THE SOLUTION. 

Instead, go to the hills. Run with the wild horses until you are very, very tired. Too tired to talk. Definitely too tired to blog. And then go directly to a hospital and demand they give you fluids and lock you in a room with a team of mental health experts and every single memoir ever written by a woman because THEY ALL HAVE FUCKERS LIKE YOU IN THEM.


More than anything, I’m hopeful that I can start to rebuild the trust

and the respect of those I love most.

I'm not sure I deserve it, but I will work everyday to earn it back.


WOAH you are just jumping right to the end, huh? 

Like we wouldn't even notice, huh?

You're like, brushing the dirt off your knees calling quitting time and it's fucking 8:03 am.

Morgan. You have not even begun to work toward the RIGHT to ASK for a CHANCE to APOLOGIZE yet, much less get to work on rebuilding trust.

It's like you think you're standing around the campfire surrounded by friendly Ewoks at the end of The Return of the Jedi

there's kevin spacey on the left

harvey right there in the middle
in his robe
standard

and on the right there's charlie rose
he's trying a beard
i think it works for him

You think the journey is over. But do you know where you are?

okay
no
but right before the first part
the "a long time ago" part
the part where it's just a black screen
that's where you are


I will do better. I will be better. I believe we all can.

AGAIN WITH THE WE! Who else did the things you did to the people to whom you did the things?

TRICK QUESTION, M SPURL. It's you.

The only individual I have control over is me. 
So starting today, I’m going to be more honest with you and myself. 
I’m going to lay it all out in the open. 
Maybe that will be a start. Who knows. 
But I do know I've talked enough in my life ... I'm finally ready to listen

Well first of all. 

When crafting your apology, do not --

I repeat!

-- DO NOT LIFT LOUIS C.K.'S LINE AS YOUR CLOSER. Unless he's your #hero. In which case, thanks for making it crystal clear exactly who I am dealing with right now.

If you want to listen, I have a lot fucking more to say, so if you're in the mood you can always just ping me. 


___


Morgan's post signals a shift.

WE HAVE OFFICIALLY ENTERED PHASE 2 OF THE PURGE.

Phase 1 was when men hid from us, and we found them.

They were raccoons in our garbage. We pulled on our leather gloves and tough bitch boots and got the fuck in the dumpster and hauled them out, hissing and clawing.

And for the first time in our lives, when we dragged their stank-asses to the fucking raccoon kennel the guys working there were like, "Yep, definitely a raccoon. No question. Please sign here and we will tell everyone what a fucking raccoon this is."

Phase 1 was when we told our stories and people actually fucking believed us and we were like, for real? And people were like, yeah that's unacceptable he's fired.

And we were like daaaang! #metoo is better than the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser! That was significantly less shitty than it would have been 4 months ago!*

* Except for working-class people whose bosses aren't newsworthy, and so therefore neither is their bullshit
** And women who accused our Dear Leader
*** And women who accused Roy Moore
**** Listen, the problem is not even fucking close to solved but
***** We have taken a step in the right direction
****** or actually maybe we just leaned in the right direction.
******* We're definitely looking in the right direction. Like, really hard.
******** With side-eye. Can't look straight at it. It might get skittish and run.
********* #ThingsJusticeHasInCommonWithSquirrels

nooooooooooooooooooo


wait



nooooooooooooooooooooooo


BUT ANYWAY.

Phase 2 is when shit's gonna get mad tricky for us again.

Because as Morgan "The Rotten-Yogurt-Covered-Raccoon" Spurlock has just shown us, sometimes the raccoon doesn't wait in the dumpster to be found. Sometimes he climbs out because he knows it's only a matter of time. And he walks up to you, and barfs up the rotten yogurt all over you.

In phase 2, a man will come forward proactively to confess his sins.

He will come forward in the hopes that he will receive our mercy. He will come forward in the hopes that because he so generously spared us the pain of calling him out, we will be kind to him. He will come forward in the hopes that there will be a cookie for him.

But there will be no mercy. There will be no kindness. There will definitely not be a cookie.

Because he just barfed old yogurt on us. To prove how sad he is that he fucking eats garbage, he barfed it ON US.

How is this apology any fucking different from the way Morgan Spurlock expelled sexual objectification on his assistant?

How is this apology any fucking different from the way he projectile vomited his horny bullshit onto the body of the woman in college, and then he was like, "I thought she was okay, but she thought she had been barfed on. Agree to disagree I guess. I mean, was there barf? Technically, yes. And did I barf said barf? Again... technically. But did I mention that my dad left when I was a baby?"

I'm not a baby bird and this vomit doesn't do shit for me except remind me that it's apparently my fucking job to both admire your puke puddles and then take responsibility for cleaning them up.

And to that I say NO, MORGAN. NO. THAT IS YOUR JOB NOW.

It's our job to read these apologies and recognize the shitty ones.

It is our job not to confuse an admission of guilt with an expression of remorse.

We've gotta be hard on them.

Phase 1 was when we said, "That fucking hurt me," and they said, "Oh! I didn't mean to!"

Phase 2 is when we need to resist the unconscious impulse to say, "It's okay."

Phase 2 is when we need to say, "I don't fucking care what you meant to do. That fucking hurt me. Do better."

It's not fucking okay, and it's extra not-okay when Morgan Spurlock comes out with a non-apology, apropos of nothing except an instinct for self-preservation and the hope that he can steer public opinion away from disgust and toward pity, as long as he stays ahead of the story.

The good news is that I do pity him. But I do not accept this apology. Do better.







Dear Taylor,

I'm not a diehard fan, but I've always found your music catchy.

If I saw you at an airport I wouldn't find myself standing in a puddle of my own making, but I also wouldn't throw my breakfast burrito at you. I'd be like, "Woah," and then I'd go on FB and be like "Woah!"

Also, you should know that my 5-year-old and 3-year-old sons agree on only 3 things:

1. Pre-dessert before dessert.
2. Every Hot Wheel is worth dying for, but the only Queen Car is worth killing for.
3. "Shake it Off" is, indeed, a sick beat.

I really respect a lot about you.

Not just your skill in songwriting and on-point management of your brand.

But also the way you fought for artist compensation in what I like to think of as "Dear Spotify, Fuck You Pay Me."

I admire the way you have begun to evolve as a feminist. Nowadays you're all about smashing the patriarchy, talking about misogyny, financially and publicly supporting Kesha in her fight against Doctor Smegma or whatever the fuck his name is.

I mean, sure, you're selling albums on your feminism. And nope, I don't believe you know anything about the foundations of feminism, or who Angela Davis is, or what intersectionality is, but HEY everybody starts somewhere and I'm glad you're on the team! We'll get ya trained right on up, don't you worry.

And I loved the way you took the gloves off when you handled former DJ David Mueller. You know, that skinsuit full of dog turds who grabbed your ass in Denver?

DJ skinsuit sued you when you reported his behavior and he got fired. And instead of just brushing him aside (see how I restrained myself from a "Shake if Off" joke), you said to him, no. No, DJ skinsuit.

You said some shit in court that really resonated with me. "I'm not going to allow your client to make me feel like it is anyway my fault because it isn't." Dang, Taylor. Yes. Simple, clear, and DAMMIT I wish that this shit wasn't newsworthy anymore, am I right girl?

You're also canny as fuck when it comes to your fans.

Remember that whole "No it's Becky" thing? When someone told a story about their friend Becky who died from snorting marijuana?

And someone replied that looks like Taylor Swift, and then the OP said no it's becky?

And then you wore a shirt out that said "No it's Becky"? That was hella funny, girl!

You saw something about yourself on the Internet and you translated it into a public statement, like a cute little wink, to your fans.

girl i'm not even mad about you promoting 1989 on that shit
it was well-fucking-played
and i salute you


So here's my question, Taylor. 
Yeah it's about this:

y'all know I'm not about to link to a Nazi website
but the most-circulated article (by neo-Nazi Andre Anglin) goes like this:

"Firstly, Taylor Swift is a pure Aryan goddess,
like something out of classical Greek poetry. Athena reborn.
That's the most important thing.
It is also an established fact that Taylor Swift is secretly a Nazi
and is simply waiting for the time
when Donald Trump makes it safe for her to come out
and announce her Aryan agenda to the world.
Probably, she will be betrothed to Trump's son,
and they will be crowned American royalty."

Also I know this pic is from 2014.
This shit has been going on forever.
Fast Company literally wrote the same post that I am writing

a month ago.

According to Broadly, there are at least 24 pieces on the Daily Stormer singing your praises.

So where's your "I am not a secret Nazi" tee? 

(I would also accept a "NAZIS ARE SHITHEADS" cropped hoodie.)
(Or an "I'm not friends with Nazis" necklace.)

If Eminem can denounce white supremacists and Donald Trump in his track "The Storm," why can't you respond to straight-up love letters by white supremacists ABOUT YOU?

And any fan of mine who's a supporter of his
I'm drawing in the sand a line, you're either for or against
And if you can't decide who you like more and you're split
On who you should stand beside, I'll do it for you with this:

Fuck you
The rest of America stand up

Eminem
in freestyle cipher
The Storm




(silence since at least 2014)

Taylor Swift
in response to widespread use of her name
likeness
and brand
to promote white supremacy


Your silence on this is another wink to your fans, but it's not cute. It's bad, girl. It's bad. And the longer you are silent, the worse it gets.

And the more cryptic you are about your personal politics, the worse it gets.

Listen, I know it doesn't feel fair. You don't think I have a right to know your politics. I can't imagine what it's like to have so many people feel entitled to knowing every little thing about me. But I am not asking what vibrator you use or which is your fave flave of Halo ice cream.

I don't give a fuck if the Tom Hiddleston thing was a stunt. I don't need to know your blood type or who you cheated on or why. I don't need to know how much you're worth or how much you weigh.

I do need to know if you're a Nazi.
Because if you are
I am for sure cutting "Shake if Off"
from my kids' Morning Jams playlist.


You are a Big Fucking Deal, and Actual Fucking Nazis have staked a claim over you. Silence is compliance. Tell them to get their hands off of you. Speak up. Your voice is powerful, and its absence on the subject of "So Tay-Tay, Nazis sure seem to love you" is fucking conspicuous.

You have leaned into your identity as a feminist role model and an informed, savvy manipulator of your own image.

You supported Kesha as she fought for a way out of her contract with her abuser, whose name, I believe, is Doctor Von Shitnozzle. People loved you for that. You stood up for yourself against DJ Skinsuit. People loved you for that. You wore that "no it's becky" shirt. People loved you for that.

You were publicly embraced by Nazis. People are wondering what is up with that.


You do not get to decide when you are being 
a savvy, in-control role model. 
If you're savvy and in-control, then you fucking are,
and if you're a role model, then you fucking are one, 
and everything you do, or choose not to do, 
is something that a savvy, in-control role model did. 


You do not get to decide not to respond to Nazi fangirling. Or rather, if you do, your decision is pretty fucking damning.

Because here's the thing, Taylor. Your track record on race is... well... it's not great.

1. You feel entitled to appropriate any element of any culture you think looks cool.

Squad? Not yours.

Twerking in the Shake it Off video? I know, you were joking! LOL!
But seriously, that doesn't belong to you.

Your Wildest Dreams music video?

Romanticizing British colonial Africa? YIKES. 

And what about this video that just dropped in October: ... Ready For It? You're seriously rapping while walking through graffitied warehouse labyrinth with Asian characters on the walls?

Girl. No. Just be who you are. 
It's fine. 
It's actually better.


It might feel like no big deal, or like you're making fun of yourself, but it's the textbook definition of appropriation: You saw something, liked it, took it without taking the time to understand its context or its significance to the people who built it, and then made a shitload of money off of it.

You have a colonial mindset of entitlement to other cultures.

2. You have weaponized your whiteness. 

You lie about Kanye West and make yourself look like a victim of a big mean black man.

You attack Nicki Minaj for being honest about the racist biases that limit her ability to move her career forward. You step into a Twitter conversation where nobody is talking to or about you, and shame her for putting down other women, without owning the way that your lyrics and videos explicitly put down other women.

Even though you eventually apologize for that gaffe, it's too late. We see you, girl. Nicki Minaj is speaking out against white supremacy, and you step up to silence her. Whose spokesperson does that make you, Taylor?

3. You have evolved from not-a-feminist to feminist, but you haven't tried to evolve on race. 

Please get a friend in the squad who knows some shit about racism and white feminism and can have some honest conversations with you. Gabrielle Union just spoke up about #metoo excluding women of color. Read that and think on it.

4. MOST importantly, you are a selective activist. You demand feminist justice, but you roll your eyes at racial justice. Or maybe you just close them.


Let me be crystal clear: 
I don't think any of that stuff makes you a secret Nazi.

I think it makes you even more common, and more dangerous: a regular, run-of-the-mill white American girl, with below-the-radar unexamined racist beliefs and behaviors, who happens to have a massive platform from which to execute those unexamined racist beliefs and behaviors.

I do think that you are allowing Nazis 
to use your image and name 
without screaming your public, 
full-throttle, 
teeth-bared opposition 
to everything they stand for.
In 2017 America,
that opposition is not optional.

I know you might not be able to take them to court for expressing a positive opinion about you and your work. But you have a responsibility to your human decency to acknowledge their admiration, and to explicitly, forcefully reject it. If you do.

Because I do think that you are allowing white supremacist ideology to creep into places where it might not otherwise gain entry, like the malleable minds of teenage fans, because through your inaction you've allowed your brand to be paired with white supremacy.

I do think that you are complying with their unchecked manipulation of your powerful image, a seductive, disarming, appealing, strong image that you have built and you have vigorously protected... against bloggers who wonder if you're racist. But not against the actual racists.

You are ON TOP of a blogger 
who writes a theory 
about your engagement with white supremacy. 
You are silent to actual white supremacy.
Your face is on the Nazi breakfast cereal box.
And you're mad at the person who notices
that you seem to be okay with that.


Taylor.
Stop punching down and start punching Nazis.


I'm not trying to stick my head in the lion's mouth here. What I am trying to do is speak up, just like I'm asking you to do.

Because I don't care if you cheat on your boyfriend or your diet or your taxes. I care if you're a Nazi. And right now, your silence is compliance.




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