This conflict is now officially out of control.
I wish that every woman whose actions and worth are parsed and restricted, congratulated and condemned in this country might just once get to wheel around—on the committee that doesn’t believe their medically corroborated story of assault, or on the protesters who tell them that termination is a sin they will regret, or on the boss who tells them he doesn’t believe in their sexual choices, or on the mid-fifties man who congratulates them, or himself, on finding them appealing deep into their dotage—and go black in the eyes and say, “I don’t fucking care if you like it.”
In the 1830s, cholera was described as an “Irish disease.”
In the late 1800s tuberculosis was portrayed as a “Jewish disease.”
In 1900, San Franciscans quarantined Chinatown and threatened to burn it down.
In 2005, Lou Dobbs’s CNN show falsely reported that there had been 7,000 leprosy cases.
In 2006, Pat Buchanan claimed that that “clearly the illegal aliens” were to blame for the rise in bedbug infestations.
This novel was the ‘50 Shades of Gray’ of 1916.