I love pop culture. And, well, I’m in a pop culture English course at university. No surprise there.
I have a friend with whom I have interesting discourse with almost every day before every class about gender and Tumblr and the Web World—he clued me in to Roosh V before I saw it plastered across the Internet, I can complain about my day before English to him, and discussions with him make up a big part of why I enjoy the class so much…
…which was why I was so dismayed and horrified to find out what happened to him just yesterday.
My mom showed me the above Facebook post earlier today—it’s gone viral—and when I saw the name, I was shocked. I didn’t want to believe it was him.
And yet it was.
Sometimes in my sphere of liberal, open-minded people—at university, my Tumblr dashboard, the friends I choose to surround myself with—I forget that there is so much hatred in the world. I forget about racism until an ignorant girl assumes I’m “half Jamaican or something” because my skin is “so dark for an Asian person.” I forget about sexism until someone assumes that I can’t do capoeira because I’m a girl. I forget about the prevalence of homophobia in my city—a place so close to me, a place I sometimes subconsciously think is somehow above all the horror and pain of the Other, the rest of the world—until I see something like this.
Luckily, there’s been an outpouring of support for Degas and his mother online and in my city—the local news network is featuring him tonight, and all the local papers have covered the incident. I hope this points toward there being more positivity than negativity in my hometown. I hope it means change.
I don’t know what to say. I’m kind of all over the place with shock.
Anyway. HVD, all.