Milo Yiannopoulos has gotten his just due after video was released of the gay British journalist (?) and former senior editor of Breitbart News condoning pedophilia.
In case you haven’t already seen it:
What strikes me most about this video isn’t that Yiannopoulos approves of pedophilia, but in the way he does it.
When the host says, “I got lucky,” because he didn’t get touched by a priest during his time in Catholic schools, Yiannopoulos whines, “What do you mean you got lucky? You got unlucky?”
And then later: “I’m grateful for Father Michael. I wouldn’t give nearly such good head if it wasn’t for him.”
Yiannopoulos said that, seemingly tolerating what our laws call pedophilia, because in his mind everything that has happened to him has led him to the place he is now. And before the video was leaked, the “place he is now” was pretty kush. He was famous, rich, controversial, about to publish a book, securing speaking gigs where protesters outside torch cars.
All of this could serve as ammunition about freedom of speech or some such American ideal later.
So in his mind, getting molested by a priest when he was young is a positive.
So positive in fact (because look how great he is) that others that get molested should also rejoice. Because if he can get molested and carry on so far as to get famous, so can everyone else.
Hence the “pull yourself up by your bootstraps” mentality that pervades every inch of America, especially the Red where Yiannopoulos thrives.
It’s this mindset that lumps everyone into the same category. We are not unique. Everyone can do everything everyone else is doing if they just buck up and stop feeling sorry for themselves.
I’ve said it before even.
At Warped Tour in St. Louis, a man looked me right in the eyes with a sadistic smile as I was crowdsurfing (probably to The Used) and stuck his fingers up my shorts and touched my vagina. On a New Year’s Eve in New York, an Asian man with an Ayn Rand tattoo on his forearm threw me onto his bed. As I was getting up to leave, he touched my vagina as I was saying, “Uh no”, and then licked his fingers saying “I just want a taste.” After pulling out my cat ears on him, he pushed me out his apartment door shouting, “You’re not pretty anyway.”
Those couple of times I’ve been sexually assaulted have led me to believe that maybe if others that have been sexually assaulted were as strong and impervious as I was, and they can be, they’d stop whining and carry on with their lives.
And I talk myself out of that feeling every time…
Because the problem with that notion is that (for as similar as we all are) everyone’s experiences are different, and everyone’s ability to deal with those experiences is different because everyone’s environment has given them different ways to handle both wonderful and tough situations.
Not every gay man that gets molested by a priest will grow up to be a famous alt-right pundit. Not every homeless black man will become the Pursuit of Happyness. Not every woman that gets sexually assaulted will put on a fancy dress and high heels and go drink champagne as if nothing ever happened.