In Britain everybody around Jimmy Savile seemed to know what he was up to, yet let him get on with it. Now they’re gasping at the extent of his abuse that’s become clear since he died. No one’s acknowledging their potential enabling of him and his actions at the time, though.

Terry Richardson is another Jimmy Savile and no one’s doing anything about it.

Meanwhile, Ian Watkins has been jailed but the only ‘enablers’ of his that appear to have come to light are the mothers who let him abuse their children. And I just don’t believe those women were the only enablers he had, I refuse to believe no one else knew. But anyone who I’ve asked questions in relation to this has so far simply refused to answer, because I am nobody and they’re somebody, so why the hell should they have to answer me (or anyone, for that matter).

Still, it’s always been the way that celebrities do stuff that in the non-celebrity world would be frowned upon, to say the least. If your non-celebrity next-door neighbour did the kind of stuff Terry Richardson’s allegedly been up to, he’d be labelled a sick you-know-what. But do that sh!t in the art world, as a rock star, or in Hollywood, and at worst you’ll be labelled ‘eccentric’. It’s almost as if being a creep is a virtue.

It seems there’s a different world out there that has a teflon coating on it, and perhaps nobody in that world does anything because if they did it might implode on itself (and them); there’s everything to lose and nothing to gain for everyone involved.

It makes me sick.


ETA: Jamie Peck published a brilliant piece on the Guardian website about predators and power dynamics. Click here to read her excellent analysis.

Lesson learnt the not-so-hard way

“Caught in the act – texting while driving. Police gave me a massive fine. Now I’m broke and it’s my own stupid fault.”

The above is an adapted quote from one of the most powerful social media updates I have read in ages. The original post was shared among friends only so I won’t actually link you to the source. Even so, I think the person who had the cojones to share this about themselves online is awesome for using social media in this way.

Why? Because it reminded me of something that happened to me around eleven or twelve years ago, which I’d hereby like to share publicly. I was on the telephone with someone who was driving, on their way to me. Then, as I looked out the window and saw them pull up the driveway, he very nearly hit a lady with a pram. He hit the breaks just in time. Just.

While I may not have been the person behind the wheel that day, I felt and still feel very guilty about what happened. As the person distracting the driver, I was equally guilty. Whether or not they were holding the phone or speaking to me hands-free is irrelevant. Nothing, really nothing was that important that we should have put ourselves and others at risk the way we did. Whatever it was we were talking about on the telephone, I don’t remember, but I am absolutely certain it could have waited. We could have waited and then we would have had all the time in the world to discuss whatever it was we wanted to discuss without putting anyone at risk. So very nearly we hurt someone and they would have been very badly hurt and that would have been our fault.

The memory still haunts me, and the person putting up the status update from which I quoted above brought it all right back to me. And I am so grateful they did, because without them I wouldn’t have posted this.

They got a massive fine, I got a massive shock. No one got hurt. But the point is: worse things could have happened, due to our behaviour. We each had a choice and each made the wrong one. We were and are blessed that that’s the worst that happened, considering the horrors we could have caused.

Perhaps the most powerful use of social media is exactly this, holding your hands up in the virtual world and admitting you’re a real human being. Nothing photoshopped or polished.

“Hey everyone, I screwed up. Big time. But I learned my lesson. And I’m sharing it with you in the hope that you will take notice and like me will learn from this, thus preventing this – and worse! – from ever happening to you, me, or anyone else for that matter.”

To the person who inspired this post: You rock. Big time.

Goodbye MOG

(As previously (partially) posted on Tumblr)

Goodbye Mog may be one of my favourite books of all time, at least that still exists. Sadly, the blog is no more.

Its removal happened around Thanksgiving 2012, with no prior notice given to bloggers other than a tweet mentioning “that only very few MOG members would be affected” or something to that effect, less than 24 hours before deletion. I missed that update at the time, so my blog has gone and I don’t have a full back-up of it other than bits and pieces that I hope to restore here over time. But I’ll forever miss my personal bit of MOG and everything ‘the old’ MOG stood for.

Note: For other original MOGgers of years gone by, there is of course a Facebook group and a Tumblr blog.

About this blog…

“Every blog should have a niche subject,” apparently. This blog is personal and covers way more than one topic. Use the categories and/or tags if you would like to filter out certain types of posts. Over time more posts from the past may be imported from other blog platforms.

What’s happening?

This site is still very much ‘under construction’; all posts made until March 2012 were imported from my Posterous blog and may still need individual ‘tweaking’ to fit them into this new format. Further imports from other blogs, sites and social media profiles have yet to be made.

Stay tuned.