#MeToo pissed me off until I looked inside to see why #Philosophy#bodies#consent January 11 2018 | Guest post by Amber King The movement expands…Time's Up button from dirtybuttonhole When the #MeToo movement arrived, I was offline. I had been moved deeply by the last round of the news cycle with the unprecedented destruction of my home state of Texas by Hurricane Harvey and its implications about global warming. I had gone down to the coast to volunteer cleaning out moldy drywall and debris. When I got back and checked my Facebook, nearly every status said or referred to #MeToo. I felt annoyed at the whiplash of public consciousness, that we were constantly ping-ponged from tragedy to tragedy. I assumed it would die out within a few days when something else came up for everyone to angst about online. Obviously, I was wrong. Instead of dying out, #MeToo has grown and started a cultural shift so grand and overdue and amazing that it still feels too good to be true. Women are rising and abusive men are falling. Still, instead of celebrating, I felt disgust. I had to finally sit down and journal about this to try to figure out why. As I wrote, I peeled back the layers of my reaction. On the surface was the cynicism about the news. Deeper, I found a terrible bitterness. I felt angry towards everyone who was supporting the movement now that it was trendy but who had not carried the torch as I had for years. It seemed like a lot of people who had ignored the issue their whole lives were enjoying a euphoric moment of solidarity. Related Post Consensual robo sex? The evolution of sex scenes in Blade Runner In Blade Runner 2049, there's a spacey three-way between humans and replicants that was fascinating and compelling. We could debate the finer points of whether... Read more This pain I had to explore. I found that I was still enraged by little moments where I tried to tell the truth about the women in my life, and I was shut down, mocked, and dismissed. Many times over the years, "well-meaning" people in my life have minimized and excused the violence towards women in our culture. So many women I love have confided in me. Their experiences of being molested, raped, harassed, coerced, and abused started young, and my knowledge did, too. I carried the terrible truths around inside of me. Every time I had to speak up as a feminist, every time someone said, "It can't really be that bad," I wanted to hurl the stories in their face, to force them to see how horrifying it really was. But of course, I protected my loved ones' confidentiality and could only relay statistics and sociology-class arguments. Their eyes would glaze over, and I would be left alone, again, with the pain of the truth and the debilitating feeling of powerlessness to do anything about it. I realize now that I felt angry towards this #MeToo movement because no one said, "Amber, you were right all along. We are so sorry for not believing you." Seeing it written out, I know this is a crazy thing to expect, but I think it is a very understandable thing to want. And I know that so many others saying "me too" felt this way, too. It's the whole point of why it's amazing that we're starting to finally be believed. Recognizing this deep pain helps clear my vision of the #MeToo movement. #MeToo is exactly what I wanted. #MeToo is validating and uniting every person who felt as alone and angry and unheard as I did. I once asked some therapists what to do about the awful pain I had carrying the stories of my loved ones. Their response was to "have boundaries" — that is, do not allow my friends to tell me about their experiences. This was morally reprehensible to me, and it did nothing to address what I already knew. I now realize the greater answer is not to try to avoid the burden through silence, but to share it by using our voice. Share it and heal it by saying, "Me too," as many millions and billions of times as it takes. And so: Me too. I don't want to say #metoo, but here's why I will "I wish we didn't have to rip our pasts open & show you everything & let you ogle our pain for you to believe us about predation and trauma." -… Read More Reporter Name * Reporter Email * Original text Enter the original text here. Edited text* Enter your suggested copyedit here. Notes You can add a note for the editor here. * Required information. Fix Typo Guest post written by Amber King Amber lives an experimental life that currently involves a doggie business, disaster relief volunteering, and building a straw bale house. She is the creator of Experiments in Vitality, a blog whose theme is "And then I tried this thing!" http://www.experimentsinvitality.com PREVIOUS I tried a a pet camera to spy on my kitties and it was comedy gold NEXT Stoner vs Smartphoner: Examining compulsions and finding they're not what you'd think Show/Hide comments [ 4 ] Sometimes I find myself having similar knee-jerk reactions when it seems like someone all of a sudden cares about an issue like misogyny, but then I stop and remind myself of a couple things: 1) I wasn't born understanding systemic oppression; I had to learn and so did they. Maybe it took them longer, but better late than never. 2) Just because I'm not aware of someone saying or doing something doesn't mean they've been silent. Reply Yes, and I have to remind myself that even when people minimize and deny, it might be because that is their coping mechanism. They might be survivors adopting the language of the oppressors. Reply I also kind of hate the #metoo campaign because it seems to put a certain expectation/pressure on people to confess things that aren't necessarily the world's business. Sure, it's easy to add a hashtag and publicly admit you've been harassed, especially if it's "just" in the form of catcalling, but admitting on Twitter that you've been raped – especially by more than one person – is a different animal. Not everyone is comfortable being called a survivor or a victim – some of us don't want to be called anything, and just because we experienced something doesn't mean we owe the world the story. The flip side is when we DON'T stand up and shout our inclusion, there's a certain amount of guilt; we feel like bad feminists. It's a complicated campaign, one I'm grateful for in that it has helped spur on cultural change, but one that leaves me feeling very conflicted on a personal level. Reply Agreed. It is complicated. 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