Aziz got them hittas on deck
Ladies and gentlemen, what I think we are witnessing here is war
#notme
Damn this was some fukking either. now this woman will an shamed and called out of touch and they will search and expose any and all her dirty laundry smh.
This is the line in the sand right here. Feminists will cross at their own peril. This is the point where you risk public backlash from actual victims. This was the warning shot. Best believe they are going to double down on Aziz, just to save face. They will dig up more "traditional" accounts (already a 12 year old ass grab allegation) and the witch hunt will proceed as normal. But the re-imagining of consensual sex through this "men had it wrong all along" narrative might have sank before it left the dock.
Of course not. Let this have been Jaleel White during the Urkel era and no one would be caping. Half the shyt is that people couldn’t/can’t picture a tiny Indian dude with fame having bytches suck him off and having zero tact about it even tho CACs actors do it (and thensome) all day everyday.
Feminist shooting themselves in the foot. These rich white men and the women on their side(like Oprah) are coming for them. You can't keep testing the system without there being retaliation.
Here's the thing, I just think Aziz sucks at reading women. Nothing more, nothing less. The only thing he lost out on was being the "aw shucks" nerdy brown guy that understood a woman's sensitive side. That was all an act for the silver screen as homegirl came to find out.
one look at CHSommers twitter and i knew all the feminists and white knights would hate her
this is her pinned tweet
she deserves a follow
Aziz got them Northeast writers on deck.
Props for very proper smiley use and top 10 gif of all time emoji use OP, really brought this ether home
If the writer ever decides to rap, it's a wrap for many of these bum azz nikkaz nowadays.. she's mean with words brehs
Its cause he looks non-threating.
To cacs, a black man is always threatening. So yes they would not do the same for a brotha in the exact same situation. These hoes would be arguing that the girl was paralyzed with fear that is why she sucked his dikk.
ANOTHER NYTIMES FEMALE WRITER JOINS THE FRAY
Aziz Ansari Is Guilty. Of Not Being a Mind Reader.
By BARI WEISSJAN. 15, 2018
Actor Aziz Ansari after winning the Golden Globe for Best Performance by an Actor in a Television Series — Musical or Comedy, this month. Frederic J. Brown/Agence France-Presse — Getty Images
I’m apparently the victim of sexual assault. And if you’re a sexually active woman in the 21st century, chances are that you are, too.
That is what I learned from the
“exposé” of Aziz Ansari published this weekend by the feminist website Babe — arguably the worst thing that has happened to the #MeToo movement since it began in October. It transforms what ought to be a movement for women’s empowerment into an emblem for female helplessness.
The headline primes the reader to gird for the very worst: “I went on a date with Aziz Ansari. It turned into the worst night of my life.” Like everyone else, I clicked.
The victim in this 3,000-word story is called “Grace” — not her real name — and her saga with Mr. Ansari began at a 2017 Emmys after-party. As recounted by Grace to the reporter Katie Way, she approached him, but he brushed her off at first. Then they bonded over their devotion to the same vintage camera.
Grace was at the party with someone else, but she and Mr. Ansari exchanged numbers and soon arranged a date in Manhattan.
After arriving at his TriBeCa apartment on the appointed evening — she was “excited,” having carefully chosen her outfit after consulting with friends — they exchanged small talk and drank wine. “It was white,” she said. “I didn’t get to choose and I prefer red, but it was white wine.” Yes, we are apparently meant to read into the nonconsensual wine choice.
They went out to dinner nearby and then returned home to Mr. Ansari’s apartment. As Grace tells it, the actor was far too eager to get back to his place after he paid for dinner: “Like, he got the check and then it was bada-boom, bada-bing, we’re out of there.” Another sign of his apparent boorishness.
Grace complimented Mr. Ansari’s kitchen countertops. The actor then made a move, asking her to sit on the counter. They started kissing. He undressed her and then himself.
In the 30 or so minutes that followed — recounted beat by cringe-inducing beat — they hooked up. Mr. Ansari persistently tried to have penetrative sex with her, and Grace says she was deeply uncomfortable throughout. At various points, she told the reporter, she attempted to voice her hesitation, and that Mr. Ansari ignored her signals.
At last, she uttered the word “no” for the first time during their encounter, to Mr. Ansari’s suggestion that they have sex in front of a mirror. He said: “‘How about we just chill, but this time with our clothes on?’”
They got dressed, sat on the couch and watched “Seinfeld.” She said to him: “You guys are all the same.” He called her an Uber. She cried on the way home. Fin.
If you are wondering what about this evening constituted the “worst night” of Grace’s life, or why it is being framed as a #MeToo story by a feminist website, you probably feel as confused as Mr. Ansari did the next day. “It was fun meeting you last night,” he texted.
“Last night might’ve been fun for you, but it wasn’t for me,” she responded. “You ignored clear nonverbal cues; you kept going with advances. You had to have noticed I was uncomfortable.” He replied with an apology.
Read Grace’s text message again.
Put in other words: I am angry that you weren’t able to read my mind.
It is worth carefully studying Grace’s story. Encoded in it are new yet deeply retrograde ideas about what constitutes consent — and what constitutes sexual violence.
We are told by the reporter that Grace “says she used verbal and nonverbal cues to indicate how uncomfortable and distressed she was.” She adds that “whether Ansari didn’t notice Grace’s reticence or knowingly ignored it is impossible for her to say.” We are told that “he wouldn’t let
her move away from him,” in the encounter.
Yet Mr. Ansari, in a statement responding to Grace’s story, said that “by all indications” the encounter was “completely consensual.”
I am a proud feminist, and this is what I thought while reading Grace’s story::shakingdamn:
If you are hanging out naked with a man, it’s safe to assume he is going to try to have sex with you.:shakingdamn:
If the inability to choose a pinot noir over a pinot grigio offends you, you can leave right then and there.:shakingdamn:
If you don’t like the way your date hustles through paying the check, you can say, “I’ve had a lovely evening and I’m going home now.”:shakingdamn:
If you go home with him and discover he’s a terrible kisser, say “I’m out.”:shakingdamn:
If you start to hook up and don’t like the way he smells or the way he talks (or doesn’t talk), end it.:shakingdamn:
If he pressures you to do something you don’t want to do, use a four-letter word, stand up on your two legs and walk out his door.:shakingdamn:
Aziz Ansari sounds like he was aggressive and selfish and obnoxious that night. Isn’t it heartbreaking and depressing that men — especially ones who present themselves publicly as feminists — so often act this way in private? Shouldn’t we try to change our broken sexual culture? And isn’t it enraging that women are socialized to be docile and accommodating and to put men’s desires before their own? Yes. Yes. Yes.
But the solution to these problems does not begin with women torching men for failing to understand their “nonverbal cues.” It is for women to be more verbal. It’s to say: “This is what turns me on.” It’s to say “I don’t want to do that.” And, yes, sometimes it means saying piss off.
The single most distressing thing to me about Grace’s story is that the only person with any agency in the story seems to be Aziz Ansari. Grace is merely acted upon.
All of this put me in mind of
another piece published this weekend, this one by the novelist and feminist icon Margaret Atwood. “My fundamental position is that women are human beings,” she writes. “Nor do I believe that women are children, incapable of agency or of making moral decisions. If they were, we’re back to the 19th century, and women should not own property, have credit cards, have access to higher education, control their own reproduction or vote. There are powerful groups in North America pushing this agenda, but they are not usually considered feminists.”
Except, increasingly, they are.
Grace’s story was met with so many digital hosannas by young feminists, who insisted that consent is only consent if it is affirmative, active, continuous and — and this is the word most used — enthusiastic.
Consent isn’t the only thing they are radically redefining. A recent survey by The Economist/YouGov found that approximately 25 percent of millennial-age American women think asking someone for a drink is harassment. More than a third say that if a man compliments a woman’s looks it is harassment.
To judge from social media reaction to Grace’s story, they also see a flagrant abuse of power in this sexual encounter. Yes, Mr. Ansari is a wealthy celebrity with a Netflix show.
But he had no actual power over Grace — professionally or otherwise.
And lumping him in with the same movement that brought down men who ran movie studios and forced themselves on actresses, or the factory floor supervisors who demanded sex from women workers, trivializes what #MeToo first stood for.
I’m sorry Grace had this experience. I too have had lousy romantic encounters, as has every adult woman I know. I have regretted these encounters, and not said anything at all. And I have regretted them and said so, like Grace did. And I know I am lucky that these unpleasant moments were far from being anything approaching assault or rape, or even the worst night of my life.
But the response to Grace’s story makes me think that many of my fellow feminists might insist that my experience was just that, and for me to define it otherwise is nothing more than my internalized misogyny.
There is a useful term for what Grace experienced on her night with Mr. Ansari. It’s called “bad sex.” It sucks.
The feminist answer is to push for a culture in which boys and young men are taught that sex does not have to be pursued like they’re in a porn film, and one in which girls and young women are empowered to be bolder, braver and louder about what they want. The insidious attempt by some women to criminalize awkward, gross and entitled sex takes women back to the days of smelling salts and fainting couches. That’s somewhere I, for one, don’t want to go.
"maybe she felt like I pressured her....next girl I'll chill"....the next girl he met acted exactly the same....so he stopped and bounced.
the fukk do I know? 
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