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Silenced by those who should love us

Somewhere, out there, people are afraid to voice opinion. I know this for fact, because so many have asked where I get my "courage." We're living through a sad and anxious time, when those who disagree are shamed into silence, and those who bully are allowed to advance.  Ideas still matter.  Words still hurt.  No two people see the world in the same way.  And without the freedom to advance a contrary opinion, we are all slaves. This past week, I've received violent, angry, frightening emails and phone messages from obviously inebriated, drugged and illogical people, threatening me because I spoke my opinion on the Slutwalk. Without contrary opinion, we are all slaves. Their rage and threats concern me; not for the reason one might expect. I'm not intimidated by obscenity or conflict.  Nor am I silenced by irrational people. I do know, however, many people who choose to not speak because they are afraid of the backlash.  I know strong, forthright me

Media, message and misogyny - Slutwalk hurts Minnesota women.

Don't ask.  I won't be there. Don't try to sell me a tee shirt.  I don't want your bumper sticker.   I'm not a slut.  Nope.  Never have been.  Never will be. And I don't think the "Slutwalk" teaches anyone anything.  (Click this link to see my interview with Kare 11 news.) The men lined up along the side of the road, wearing "I love sluts" tee shirts are a bit too titillated by this thing to make me comfortable. In my experience; when men are amused, women lose. Slutwalk organizers don't agree.  They like the attention - from the men, from the media, from the mob. The organizers actually say the following as a justification for using the "s" word: "Now that we have your attention. . ." Too late.  Too sad. Too ignorant of message, media and the politics of misogyny. I'm afraid this whole thing is too insulting and demeaning to teach anything to anyone. No - this "march" will not c