to see millions upon millions of people, particularly so-called left-wingers and self-proclaimed feminists, not only composing all of these mawkish eulogies in honour of kobe bryant, a fucking rapist, but worse still, taking umbrage with those who dare taint his memory with a fact of his own past, having nothing to say in response to said fact but to prattle on about ~mistakes~ and ~bad timing~ and ~cancel culture~, all because, i don’t know, man play basketball good, is truly a testament to how little of a fuck is given about women and girls in this godawful world, particularly when famous, influential women, such as j.k. rowling, will be raked through the coals for doing something as infinitesimal as, say, acknowledging that biological sex exists.
if you are aware that kobe bryant is a rapist, and you are either doing the online equivalent of sticking your fingers in your ears and shouting, “la la la, i can’t hear you!” whenever you are faced with information pertaining to his being a rapist, so you can steadfastly return to your internet bubble to reblog to your sixteenth “rip kobe </3″ post in a row, or, more perniciously, writing screeds on twitter about how it is the survivors of sexual assault and their supporters who are in the wrong, somehow, for drawing attention to his being a rapist on the day of his death, then with all due respect, which in this case, would be none, you are a misogynist, through and through, and i never want to hear you talk about how you think that survivors should speak up about their sexual assault, when this is how you treat them when the perpetrator happens to be a man that you hero worship. practice what you fucking preach.
