Milo:
terry:
Are female stufdents of spiritual teachers being raped in VAST numbers? I didn't know.
Got figures for that?
terry
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I sure don't, though wouldn't that be an interesting study? Was replying in the context of 'female sexual predation being equally common in the biosphere.' At least for the human animal, this isn't borne out in statistics, nor by the 'sniff test' IMHO. Following the principle of treating teachers as being morally fallible, combined with the fact that we have (Largely male) individuals in positions of power, do you think it's unreasonable to assume that abuse continues to occur and that the majority of the victims are women?
I seriously doubt it's your intention, and I apologize for the salt in my reply, but that kind of take does tend to cause people to tee off since it's often used as a deflection by men (Of which I am one) to avoid owning up to the fact that this a 90% male problem. Who is going to solve it if we don't 'man up' to this?
One way or another brother, it is not a 90% male problem. I think that perception is part of the problem. We're all in this together. And if there haven't been any studies, what are we talking about?
If we are going to change, men and women will have to change together, with humor, mutual respect and understanding.
If we call male sexual offenders "predators" and don't call the female sexual offenders "predators," then of course the VAST majority are men. The word "predator" is mostly misused. People aren't being killed and eaten. Most rapes are not premeditated. Most of the victims are known to their assailants. They have histories. Real lives, complicated ones. In the absence of compassion, all nuances disappear. As they say in texas, "goat ropers need love too." Someone has to defend "sexual predators" from unreasoning hatred.
People who commit real crimes that really hurt people are sick. I have worked in many emergency rooms and have often seen truly crazy people end up there. In most er's the police are called, and the crazies are dragged off and put in a cell at the police station, and all of the er staff feel quite badly about it. In the er at wilcox hospital on kauai, where I worked two years, they blessedly call in mental health professionals for such cases who appear to have something of a miraculous ability to calm the poor souls down and get them stabilized and cooperative, and they lead them off to everyone's relief. Crazy people destablize the mental functioning of normal people, and are feared even by health professionals, unless they are quite familiar with their ways.
I just don't see pure rejection as appropriate for any group, no matter how vile.
terry
Tombstone Blues
(Bob Dylan)
The sweet pretty things are in bed now, of course
The city fathers, they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous
The ghost of Belle Starr, she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun, she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper, who sits
At the head of the Chamber of Commerce
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming, she moans, "I've just been made"
Then sends out for the doctor, who pulls down the shade
And says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"
Now, the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison"
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
Well, John the Baptist, after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero, the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me, great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And, dropping a barbell, he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken"
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
The king of the Philistines, his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle
Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch, he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him, he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in trouble with the tombstone blues
The geometry of innocence, flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah, who's sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their bedroll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks' home and the college
Now, I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you, dear lady, from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, oh right
Songwriters: B. Dylan