The Huge, Rapey Elephant In The Room


I try to avoid writing about the travails of people in the public eye, because I have more than enough of my own stuff to deal with.

That being said, the situation that Bill Cosby is currently mired bothers me and I need to exorcise it, and seeing that my faith in God tends toward the situational, I decided to write this piece.

Let’s be honest: If we were talking about one woman—Bill Cosby is a celebrity, and it’s not out of the ordinary for people like him to attract a fair share of kooks and crackpots—it wouldn’t by any stretch of the imagination justify his alleged actions, though it would at least leave a bit of moral wiggle room for the rest of as to whether or not Cosby were indeed guilty of the crimes he’s been accused

But with women coming out of the woodwork seemingly on a daily basis, it either means that they are all suffering from some heretofore unknown variant of Stockholm Syndrome, or Coaby is lying.

I assume the latter because I recall hearing a report that said that he had paid off at least one of his accusers, which people don’t tend to do if they’re innocent.

And that’s pretty fucked, though what bothers me almost as much is how sanctimonious Cosby seems to be.

After all, when he was on Don Lemon’s CNN show (before the shit hit the proverbial fan) Lemon—instead of tacking the rumors that Cosby was some sort of serial rapist (rumors that apparently had been floating around for quite awhile)—with Cosby decides to lay in on young Black males and their tendency to wear droopy pants.

That droopy pants is also considered fashionable by young white males apparently wasn’t worth bringing up.

After all, it’s particularly easy to attack such an obvious target, especially when you’re ignoring the huge, rapey elephant in the room

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