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Acts of Vengeance

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Stars: Antonio Banderas (Mask of Zoro), Karl Urban (Dredd), Paz Vega (Sex and Lucia).

A fast-talking lawyer transforms his body and takes a vow of silence, not to be broken until he finds out who killed his wife and daughter and has his revenge (IMDB).

Okay – I watched this movie because I wanted a kick ass, action packed flick. I had already watched a few of the classics like Commando, Rambo and Mortal Kombat. I wasn’t really looking for a movie to teach me a lesson or to make me think. I mean, I never pick an Antonio Banderas movie for the stellar acting. Though, he’s done an amazing job with Take the Lead, but his acting chops isn’t the greatest. Another thing I really don’t understand, this man has been doing English movies since around 1993 and his English is most often incomprehensible.

The movie starts out like your typical revenge movie. Asshole guy, loses family, goes on a rampage. It was as predictable as most others but the end twist will shock you. The movie is a tad slow in some parts, and Antonio’s accent doesn’t help with fluidity. Also, there isn’t nearly as many explosions of people getting shot as a movie like this would normally have. But its tolerable.





Renegade Childhood

Over the weekend, I was mocking about online and came across my childhood Thursday nights. Renegade starring Lorenzo Lamas (Falcon Crest, The Bold and the Beautiful, Big Time Rush), Kathleen Kinmont (Halloween 4, CIA Codename Alexa) and Branscombe Richmond (The Scorpion King, Batman Returns). Let me explain. This show was one of my birth father’s favorite shows. On Thursday Image result for renegade the seriesnights on CVM, we would crowd around our single television and enjoy this show.  The show was about a cop, Reno Raines (Lorenzo Lamas) who testified against dirty cops, who sent someone to kill him, missed him and killed the woman he loved instead. After he was charged (and I believe convicted) he escaped, teamed up with a bounty hunter, Bobby Sixkiller (Branscombe Richmond) and his sister Cheyenne (Kathleen Kinmont) to work on clearing Reno’s name as well as capture bail jumpers in the process. They kind of just roamed the country, small town after small town (mostly) and Miami and Vegas (of course).

As I watched episode after episode, I realized a few things.

  1. Branscombe had prettier hair than I do and I’m mad jealous.
  2. This show started my cheering for characters to get together–I mean, come on! Reno and Cheyenne?? They were meant to be together–alas, my heart grew heavy with the burden of requited yet impossible love.
  3. Other people blame Disney or fairytales for their unrealistic views and expectations of friendship. I blame Bobby & Reno. The friendship between these two characters are everything. They argue, yes. They disagree, a lot, but at the end of the day, Bobby is always there for Reno and Reno is always there for Bobby. At the end of the day, it’s what do you need me to do,  brother and it was a beautiful thing.
  4. The show had some very good writing – if not some suspect acting. I mean, it was Lorenzo Lamas. But the storylines were always engaging to me back then. Even now, after I’ve been published a few times, I beginning to see the quirks of the writing, the subtleties that I missed as a kid.
  5. Back in the day, television shows stuck with their actors until the end or until something goes wrong. Renegade ran for five seasons and the main cast remained the same for four until Kathleen Kinmont got herself fired–apparently, she went on the Howard Stern show and caught a mad case of the verbal diarrhea when she called out co-star Lorenzo Lamas for his dating life. Classic case of not pooping where you eat since Lorenzo, at the time, was the executive producer on the show. She was replaced by Sandra Dee Robinson who played Sandy in Season 5.
  6. Shows can get rid of a character without killing them. Lately, every show you watch, NCIS, Criminal Minds etc – whenever an actor decides to leave or gets fired, a good 99.9% of the time they wind up dead. And usually, in horrific ways. This show got rid of Cheyenne without slaughtering her like some wild animal on the side of the road. Even though, they were, supposedly, upset with Kathleen Kinmont.
  7. My love of men with beautiful hair came from this show. Most times as I think back to the show, the first thing I remember is Lorenzo, on his Harley, riding through some backwards street, hair blowing in the wind (yes, their disregard for brain trauma on this show was amazing!), looking tall, dark and dangerous in his shades *sigh* – I need a moment.
  8. They don’t make tv shows like they used to. Sure, Reno Raines had a girl in every port, as they said. But there weren’t any gratuitous sex scenes. Yet, for five seasons, millions of people turned in to see what kind of trouble Bobby, Reno and Cheyenne (later Sandy) would get into. I suppose the world has changed–drastically.

Though the ending of the show was a little strange–I truly believed we could have done with one more season. The last episode gave us a happily for now ending and I would have LOVED to see what became of Dutch and the final face to face he had with Reno. But I supposed karma is indeed a bitch and Dutch had to learn the hard way.

Le sigh.

Yes, I used my weekend binging on Renegade and remembering a time when life was simple. Happiness was your favorite television show spent with those you care about.

After Renegade wrapped, Bransombe went on to appear in a number of movies–The Scorpion King, Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates, Journey 2: The Mysterious Island. He’s also been seen in shows like Chicago Med (as Keoni), Hawai’i 5-0 (as Saloni), Roadies (As Puna) and Charmed (as a demon). He has a few things coming up including a role in Runaway Romance and Inquisitor.

Lorenzo Lamas went back to his soap roots, as Hector Ramirez in The Bold and the Beautiful. He also has done a bunch of things that makes no sense to me, like the horrible  movie Mega-Shark V Giant Octopus. He ventured into the reality world on his own show, Leave it to Lamas. He has a few things coming up including a movie called Driver – that I can’t seem to find a synopsis for, as well as playing General Lee in a flick called Unwritten.

Kathleen Kinmont – well, she went on to Days of Our Lives, Silk Stalkings, VIP (with Pamela Anderson) and a scattering of other roles. The last role she’s played was in 2016 – a short titled Bunkmates. But I suppose after proving that you cannot leave your personal life out of your professional one and that you would bring drama to your job – people probably didn’t want to hire her after Renegade. She only had 2 episodes of Days of Our Lives. Currently, apparently, she’s a photographer in L.A.

Sandra Dee Robinson – she was only on the show for one season but still – she made the soap opera rounds – Days of our lives, Bold and the Beautiful, General Hospital, Another World. She also had a few roles in stuff like The Bay, L.A Heat, 2 and a half Men–so she’s had active roles all the way up until 2016. Which makes sense because she runs a retreat called Charismatic Cowgirl on a ranch in the USA for women who want to be confident in business and life, she is also a writer and does speaking engagements – She seems pretty busy.



Gerald’s Game

Stars: Carla Gugino (San Andreas), Bruce Greenwood (Star Trek), Kate Siegel (The Curse of the Black Dahlia), Carel (The Addam’s Family).Image result for gerald's game

A woman accidentally kills her husband during a kinky game. Handcuffed to her bed with no hope of rescue, she begins hearing voices and seeing strange visions (IMD).

Okay, I admit it. I have fallen down the Netflix black hole and if they keep making movies like these–I just might stay.

From the way people were talking about this movie, I thought it was going to be a softer shade of Fifty Shades. The poster for it didn’t quell that rising trepidation. For those who know me, I’m not a Fifty Shades fan so I tend to shy away from everything to do with the franchise. But, on a lazy Sunday, I decided to give it a try since, so far, this month, Netflix has yet to disappointment with their new releases.  Before I get to the review, I have to admit, I was a good ways into the movie before I realize, it came out of Stephen King’s head.

The movie started out like any other–perfectly. But a few minutes in you realize things aren’t as they seem. Bruce Greenwood (not  bad to look at in clothes and out of them) plays his character perfectly and I’ve always been a fan of Carla Gugino. Together, they have wonderful chemistry that makes you wonder about them together in real life.

The small movie has enough twist and turns to keep you on your feet. It’s twisted and funny and disturbing and you can’t help but watch. Making a movie with two main characters could have gone terribly wrong–I’m talking Castaway wrong or I am Legend wrong. But they somehow managed to pull it together spectacularly.

The back story pulled the past, the present and the future together intricately and wonderfully. The horror without blood and gore, the silences, the stillness–all of it came together to make a film that reaches into the psyche and pull things out you wish to keep hiding.

It Once again, Stephen King shows you why he’s the king of mind games and why no one could possibly knock him off his throne.

Stream Gerald’s Game now on Netflix.






We are Worse than Animals

This post, wasn’t supposed to be about the LGBT community or the hassles they endure on the daily just to be considered human beings. It was supposed to be about something completely different. But, once again, I find myself having to put on my Ally hat and say a few things that’s sitting on my chest. While I waited for this page to load, I was skimming through MSN – I usually do that before I start my day at the office, just to see what fresh hell humans were putting each other through on any given day. I came across an article speaking about the police’s response to the discovery of the body of a transgendered woman. You can read the article here.

The lady who found the body said she wasn’t satisfied the police did all they could to alert the public, and she believes it is because the body was of a transgendered woman. She also blamed a local activist group, 519, for not doing its due diligence in alerting the LGBT community and to ensure that this case was taken as seriously as any other case like this. According to police, the 519 never contacted them about the body but the 519 said they tried contacting investigators but couldn’t get anywhere.

Alloura Wells, who was last seen in July. Police are conducting DNA tests to determine if it is her body that was discovered in Rosedale: Police respond to 'lax response' charge over body of transgender woman found in ravine

Alloura Wells


So, in essence, right now it’s a case of they said/they said.

What is more important is a woman is dead and people are pointing the finger at each other like a bunch of a-holes.

Police claims, they were being careful how they go about releasing information to the public – since when? A dead body is found, the public is made aware almost immediately. Usually, by that night on the news. You don’t have to give detail about what condition the body was in when it was discovered, or even who discovered it. You just had to say that a body was found and that the investigation is on going. This way, people who have missing relatives in that area can reach out with information to maybe hell the police department figure out the person’s identity.

It is believed the woman was Alloura Wells, a homeless woman who went missing from the area.  And this story gets worse–when Wells’ father went to report his baby missing, he left the station infuriated because he didn’t feel as though the police was taking him seriously.

Keep in mind, this body was found in August and the police only released the information about the body in November. They’ve since gone public with the news and has apologized to the family but I don’t think that’s nearly enough.

Why was this case any different than any other case? Well, let me be the jerk and say it–she was transgendered. These people don’t take into consideration that this woman was someone’s baby, someone’s lover, someone’s sister, someone’s friend. I don’t believe they look at her and think “someone out there loves her and is missing her terribly.” They see her as another problem not worthy of their time and someone deserves to be held to the fire for this.

We spend so much time, so much of our lives dishing out hate and judgment on others.  When are we going to realize that doing that is tiring, that this is no way to live our lives? When are we going to learn that hate never brings about anything but hate and destruction? A human being has died–she didn’t just walk away from her life to live in Bora Bora. She didn’t just decided to drop everything and start over somewhere else. She is no longer of this earth. And I’m sure her life up to that point has not been easy. Yet, even in death we show our disdain but not allowing her family to even claim her body.

This could have ended so much worse – we hear every day of people going missing, of serial killers in areas. The LGBT community is a visible minority now and this means they seem to those wishing to do harm as easy prey. After all, most are estranged from family and they dive into a world of darkness to protect themselves. They police could have come out and ask the LGBT community to be extra vigilant and in so saving some lives. 519 could have spoken to their members and those they help and maybe could have even learn things that could have been beneficial to the police.

Could someone please remind these people their duty is to the public no matter the gender, race or sexuality. No matter what, they promised to serve and protect. But you can’t even trust them to keep their word.

The sadness of this breaks me in unspeakable ways. People may believe I am soft or just out there but I believe in treating each other as human beings. We consider ourselves the top of the food chain when we can’t even support each other though we may disagree. Animals are better than we are–we see it every day on these viral videos–Dogs who adopts cats, lions who nurse baby zebras for whatever reason.

And if the lion can put aside his nature and help another animal he would usually eat, why then can’t we put aside our discomfort and hatred for one second, and allow a woman’s family to claim her, then mourn?

My conclusion then, is that we are worse than animals.



Maya Dardel

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Starring Lena Olin (Chocolat), Nathan Keyes (The Good Doctor and Ben 10), Alexander Koch (Pulp Fiction), Rosanna Arquette and Jordan Garvaris (Orphan Black)

An internationally respected poet announces she is going to kill herself and needs an heir and executor. Young writers drive up the mountain to compete for the position and are challenged intellectually and emotionally (IMDB).

Where do I even start with this movie? The blurb for the movie is vague at best but I kept seeing all these marvelous reviews for it. Indiewire calls it “riveting.” As I watched, I couldn’t help wondering if the person who reviewed it for indiewire was brain dead and tone deaf. While Lena Olin made the best of a bad script, the pretentiousness of the whole movie made my brain hurt. Usually, a movie like this leaves the world with a lesson, something to reward viewers for the hour of dread they’d have to sit through watching it. But none of the characters in this movie learned anything. In the end they were just as damaged and self absorbed as in the beginning.

There were no competition amongst the male writers that drives up to audition to be her executor. Let’s call it what it is–it’s a woman using her talent and power to draw young, naïve men to her to give her oral sex. That’s precisely what it is. The only competition among them was who could eat her out the best. There was one guy in particular, who went down on her, when she stops him, he basically rapes her and in that moment I should feel some sympathy for her. But I disliked the character so much, it was hard to feel anything for her.

This movie is disturbing–especially with the current climate of men in Hollywood using their power to sexually control the women who work for them. It’s a shocking show of a movie that was made just because they could.

The twist in the end isn’t really shocking. While most viewers will not have seen it coming, the rest of the film was so unimpressive, and you’ve come to feel nothing but disgust for the characters that when they do something underhanded, you expect it. One character, learned his lesson–had a come to Jesus moment, if you will and that was a glimmer of hope. I thought for sure, the movie would get better.

I was wrong.

Maya Dardel is a mind-numbing train-wreck that you can’t look away from because you think it can’t possibly get any worse….but it does. With slight glimpses of clarity, this movie is a sterile view of the world and a vain reflection on the writers’ view on morality, humanity and mortality.

Lesson here–just because you can make a movie, doesn’t mean you should.





Stephen King’s 1922

A simple yet proud farmer in the year 1922 conspires to murder his wife for financial gain, convincing his teenage son to participate. (IMDB).

This isn’t my usual type of thing. Especially around this time of the year. November and December are for Hallmark movies and movies about Christmas like Home Alone, Trading Places and Shawshank Redemption (I don’t know but this movie comes on TV every year at this time).

But, I saw Stephen King’s name on it and my curiosity (Or my penchant for torturing myself) got the better of me and I clicked on it.

The story, 1922, by Stephen King, isn’t a full novel. It is a novella he published back in 2010. Recently, Netflix went in and made it into a movie starring Thomas Jame (The Punisher), Molly Parker (House of Cards), Dylan Schmid (Once Upon a Time, Stonados), Neal McDonough (Walking Tall, Captain America) and Kaitlyn Bernard (The Healer.)Image result for 1922 poster

A few people are saying this movie sucks because it’s not scary. If that’s your thinking then you don’t know Stephen King very well. And you should go back and read a few of his other works then come back to this one. Stephen isn’t about the scaring you–that’s not his thing. His whole deal is messing with your mind–putting a thought in your head then crank on it until your brain explode or you jump out a window. That’s Stephen King’s deal.

The Cinematography in this movie is crisp and flawless, the colour, movement of the camera, everything was set up in a way for maximum terror. Sure, nothing really jumps out of the dark at you, but the movie proved that even though the human mind is a very strong thing, it is fragile and often times easily broken.

Thomas Jane plays the lead role of Wilfred James, a farmer who is quite happy being a farmer. He believes the city is for fools and he is not leaving his farm. I watched the movie halfway through before I realize who the actor was. The makeup up on him, his voice, the way he moved his body, everything conspired to hide his true identity–bravo!

Molly Parker played Wilfred’s wife Arlette. The character seemed strong but in every sense of the word is naïve to the evils of the world and that evil could be the man who sleeps next to her at nights. She wants to sell her land and move to the city with or without Wildred and she is taking their son with her.

But–like Wilfred said “In 1922, a man’s pride was a man’s land, and so was his son.”

The movie made my skin crawl. It dug into my brain and twisted it, forcing me to jump out of my seat. It broke my heart, kept it into tiny pieces until the very end of the movie then smashed those pieces to into smaller bits of themselves. The human mind his a powerful tool when its working for you. But if its broken, wounded – it can be your worse nightmare.

All through watching this flick, I kept thinking of Hamlet. I kept repeating that one line over and over from Hamlet “The play’s the thing to catch the conscience of the king.”

It is a fantastic movie but you have to go into it not expecting horror, but mind games.

Stephen King has proven, again, why he is the master.

1922 – now Streaming on Netflix.




Writing Wrap-Up

Hey everyone!

So, it’s that year again! Most of us are neck deep in Nanowrimo – I definitely am. I’m writing two novellas this time around. They aren’t just random stories–they are books 3 and 4 of my GSG 9 CIRO series for the Susan Stoker Kindle World.

Book one Miracle and the Beast did amazingly and I am so over the moon and humbled and thankful about that. The readers made this story and me an Amazon Bestselling author – I mean I did make that list a few times before but this time, it solidified it. I’ve decided to put that on my covers (my self published covers at least).

This story is about the commanding officer of GSG 9 CIRO – one of Germany’s elite force police teams. (No, CIRO is not real. but the GSG 9 is.). I chose to use a German team because everyone else was using American SEALS or MARINES etc and I wanted to be different.  Beastmode meets Miracle who is in Germany from the U.S.A researching WWII for her dissertation and kinda wandered into some drama from Germany’s past.

Book 2 Barbie is due out in January – the cover has been made, the edits done, the formatting done and it’s basically sitting in my backup, waiting for the day when we get the email that it is time to load it. This story follows the lone female on the CIRO team, their sniper who they call Barbie, not because she’s dumb but because her fashion is impeccable. She has to tackle human trafficking.

I’m super excited to see how it does.

I also hit a few conventions: Rockstead, Ignite Your Soul and Romancing the Falls. As you may or may not have known I skipped RTC because it was a lot and quite expensive.

I’m super excited because this year, thank heavens, my muses were speaking. I was able to get quite a few books done and out there. I also managed to do my own private reading in British Columbia called Rocksteady . I’m hoping to make that a yearly thing–maybe not in BC every year.

2018, I have a few amazing tales planned. I just hope they come out as well as they are formed in my head. I have a historical (kinda) story set in the late 1700’s or at the tail end of the Golden Age of Piracy. It will be interracial. That might not go over well with many but, it is what it is.

Just a quick rundown of some of what’s on the list – I also have book 2 in my Surrender series planned – tentatively titled Captive. For those who read PREY this second story will follow Detective Francine Teller and Topaz. I’m about 70% done writing the first draft. I also have a special forces story, set in the Elle James kindle world that is already plotted out but in the process of research. With all of that, I have a sexy lil morsel planned (It must be done since I bought the cover already), as well as book 2 in my Tiger Shifter series.

As for releases:

  1. Until You… – Coming soon to Decadent Publishing. It’s already been through edits and is ready to go.
  2. Rogue Alpha – This is a self published title. It will take a while to come out since I have edits and cover and all that good stuff to get done on it. I have a cover artist and an editor waiting to get started but I still need to do my thing. Yes, this is my first MAJOR paranormal and I’m kinda freaking out.
  3. GSG 9 CIRO 2 – Barbie – This is my second story in Susan Stoker’s kindle world. It is due out in January.
  4. Anaxa – This story has been beta read and needs a little more work so at some point in 2018, it will hit kindle.

There are so many things planned for 2018. But my readers know that most times I plan and I veer off course. I will try and get my plan to stay on track this year. For sure I want to finish my Historical and my Paranormal.

Anyway, that’s what 2018 looks like for me. Thanks for spending 2017 in my head.



The Sterility of Friendships

Do you remember the time when people used to tell you things face to face? They would take time out of their lives to stop by your place or work, or invite you out for a drink to tell you happy birthday. They would send you a birthday card in the mail or write you a letter?  Do you remember how good it felt to get a letter or a postcard in the mail? How about when people got engaged and call you up, or ran over to your place to squeal and show off the ring? Now, if you’re not on a social media you don’t know any of these things.

Do you remember when you could hear someone’s voice beside you, or reach over and touch a friend?

Yeah–those days are few as we get older. Not because we are particularly busy but because even when someone is beside us, across from us, we insist on ignoring them for a cold, sterile piece of technology.

Don’t get me wrong. I love technology–most of the time. Those times when it’s not eating my partially finished manuscripts, malfunctioning so I miss my streetcar, overreacting so I freak out, shutting down at the worse times–you get my meaning. After all these years and as far as technology has come, it can often times be useful. I mean, I wouldn’t have ‘met’ so many of my readers had it not been for facebook or twitter or a website. I wouldn’t have met some awesome people if it hadn’t been for these same things. Writing books that takes place in Japan or South Korean wouldn’t have been possible for me because, let’s face it, can’t afford to travel to these places in real life. But, with google earth, everything is possible.

Sometimes, I go dark. I shut down facebook, and twitter and instagram and all these Image result for technology bansocial media. I turn off my cell phone and watch movies all day. People wonder why I do that. Well, sometimes I just need a mental health day. Sometimes, I want to be left alone and not be worried about notifications, and replying to messages and dealing with the drama that social media often times brings into our lives.

Before social media, we didn’t know how big of an ass some people truly are and I was fine with that. We didn’t know who was sleeping with who, who was getting a divorce unless we were told and spoilers for our favorite shows? What spoilers?

Why this post?

Last weekend, it was a friend’s birthday. We planned a weekend filled with drinking, good food, laughter, shopping and other female debauchery. The day came, we met up, life is good. But I spent the weekend constantly asking her to put the phone away. I mean, we hadn’t seen each other for close to a year, though we spoke every day.

A few days later, another friend was having a bad day. It was well after eight at night and usually once I got home and the bra came off, I was in–no more going out unless that was the plan and if so, when I enter the apartment, the bra stays on.

Yup, I am one of THOSE people.

But, hearing her troubles, and the worry in her voice, I got dressed once more, ventured on the streetcar to meet her for a few drinks and just to talk. But, same story, she spends most of her time, sitting across from me, tapping away at her cell, not saying anything. My irritation boiled over, I grabbed my purse, paid for my half of drink and stormed out. Sure, she ran after me but I didn’t stop walking. Thankfully, a streetcar was at the stop and I merely climbed on and away I went, fuming.

Here’s the thing–yes, I am aware that our phones are glued to us. But when does that become a hindrance and an irritation?

Yes, I am guilty of having my cell close by when I go out and that’s because instead of carrying a camera to most places, I use my phone because I take pictures of the food I eat when I go out–I have nothing else to post on instagram.

I’m walking down the street on the bus or just moving about my life and I watch people. And they’ll get on the bus, pay their fare and sit down beside some complete stranger, all without looking up. We don’t know what’s going on around us because we’re so focused on the screen. We try to always be reading about other people’s lives when we don’t know what’s going on in ours. Or our lives are falling apart and we have no clue. Their friends are going through things and no one has any clue.

More and more we hear someone committed suicide and we think well I didn’t know anything was wrong with so and so. or I didn’t see anything wrong. Of course you Image result for hair ripwouldn’t have seen anything wrong. When was the last time you’d looked up from the screens before you to take a good look at So and So? When was the last time, with all the time you spend on these pieces of lifeless things that you actually, called So and So?

For a culture so obsessed with keeping in touch, we’re so out of touch with the people who matters. I have a friend who is constantly on her phone–yet, if I send her a text it is hours or even days later that I get a reply. I mean, the damn thing is practically glued into her hand. It takes two seconds to reply to a message and move on.

My point is, You invite someone out, put the phone away for the time you’re together. This is especially important when you haven’t seen the other person for some time. The honest to goodness truth is, if I wanted to talk to the top of your head I would have stayed home and used facetime or we could talk over the phone. We’ve become addicted to our cellphones, addicted to tapping away with our heads down that life is whizzing by us, we’re losing people who love without knowing them because we haven’t looked at them once.

We’re wasting so much time, glued to our phones that we miss the best things in life pass us by. So, please, at least once in a while, put down the p hone and look up. See the people, places and things around you. Because one day you’re going to look up and you’re not going to recognize those around you or where you are.



I have a Couple of Questions

Recently, a wave of sexual assault allegations have been sweeping tinsletown. From major producers, to directors to actors and add in collusion and you get one beehive of a pickle.

Most recently, is allegations against Kevin Spacey by Star Trek’s newest Engineer, Anthony Rapp. Anthony claims, this happened when he was just 14 years old!

Hold on.

FOURTEEN!! He was still a baby.

Now, keep in mind that I am saying “he claims” because of legal mumbo-jumbo – disclaimer that sorta dealie – because Kevin Spacey claims he doesn’t remember the incident but I think he’s lying. Anyway, let’s move on.Image result for anthony rapp star trek

At fourteen years old, no matter what time in the space time continuum this is happening, a fourteen year old child should not be at a party by him/herself. So my first question is this: where was this child’s parents/guardians/agents/manager? Where was the adult in this whole situation to say, “the only way you’re going to that party alone is over my dead body” or “no, you can’t go! You’re a child!” And this would have been an acceptable time to use the whole “because I said so” reply.

A few days ago it came out that a young woman, around 14 years old, model, died of exhaustion in China after working almost 3 times the number of hours for a child that age, plus having, what I believe to be pneumonia and wasn’t seen my a medical professional. You don’t have to take my word for it–you can click here to read one of the articles.

Again, where were her parents? Where were the people responsible for making sure these children are safe from the predators of this world? Sure, there is no foolproof way of guaranteeing complete safety and everything we do in this life comes with risk–and I am quite aware that we can’t shelter our children forever, but someone needs to be held accountable for the horrors that happen to these children.

This little girl could have been saved had someone paid enough attention to her as a person and realized she wasn’t well. From the way people are describing how she looked in the final days of her life, it is obvious to me she had been ill and anyone with half a brain should have seen that.

The Anthony Rapp situation is a whole other ball of wax but the same thing here – someone, responsible, should have been around to keep an eye on this child and make sure he is okay.

My next question now is this – who will take responsibility for the death of this little girl and what happened to Anthony Rapp?

After this whole deal with Anthony was released, consequences and repercussions have been swift. Netflix, despite what I believe of their mishandling the casting of Death Note (yes, I am still holding a grudge about that), have stepped up to show that when you act like an asshole, assholie things happen to you. They’ve announced that they are “deeply troubled” by these allegations and  it seem they are doing everything they can to distance themselves from the embattled Kevin Spacey.

My next question is this who is going to jail for these injustices? I mean, someone needs to pay for what happened to these two people.

It isn’t that Kevin Spacey is coming out of this unscathed–like he can give a bad name to gay men everywhere and just walk away smelling like roses. According to Variety Kevin Spacey will no longer be receiving The International Emmy Founders award. This is apparently a big deal kind of award since he would have been in the company of the likes of JJ Abrams, Steven Speilberg and Grey’s own, Shonda Rhimes.

The swiftness of karma in this case surprises me. But I am happy to see it. Why you ask? This shows that Hollywood, though faulty to the max, is learning from what has happened in his past. It gives me great hope, that one day people can go to work, making the films they love to inspire everyone else and not have to worry about getting groped in dark alleys like a piece of meat.

This is even more powerful because a man has added his voice to the roar and I am hoping this will give other men the courage to stand up and admit this has happened to them and seek help to deal with this. In society, it is beaten into the heads of our boys that showing if something like this happens to them, it is a sign of weakness. They are told never to admit this because they should have been strong enough to stop this.  I would like to take this platform to add my voice to the ones that call bullshit on this. Rape/sexual assault/sexual harassment is a horrid part of every day life and no one deserves to have this happen to them.

I doubt Anthony will ever read this but I am super proud of him. He has taken the first step toward healing himself and has given voice to a monster that no one really wanted to speak it’s name out loud. You don’t have to explain why you exposed Kevin Spacey. You shouldn’t have to explain yourself–you did nothing wrong.

It is high time we start forcing the people who commit these offences to explain themselves and shield the victims from the spotlight of all that.



Let’s talk Rape Culture…AGAIN

Today, I woke up really pissy but my mood improved when a dear friend, posted his excitement about the new trailer for Pacific Rim: Uprising and I jetted off to youtube to check it out. John Boyega, Jing Tian, the music, the graphics, the jaegers–all of it lifted my spirits so high I felt as if I could float. Then I got to the news and my spirits just crashed.

It seems more and more these days, I find myself absolutely flabbergasted about the things people with money get away with. From Brock Turner who got off free after raping an unconscious woman behind a dumpster, to Donald Trump grabbing women “by the pussy” to Harvey Weinstein admitting, on tape, to groping a European Model, all of it absolutely gets to me and leave me wondering when had society become such a haven for rape.

To make matters worse, we’ve become so desensitized to the whole traumatic experience that we’ve began blaming the victims. First, let me say this. No one, man or woman, deserves to be violated in that manner. Whether he’s hot or she’s walking down the street naked – no means no. The fact that women are defending these behaviours, especially after the perpetrators has ADMITTED to these horrid acts, turns  my stomach.

I mean, there is a recording of what is being said to be Harvey Weinstein, admitting to groping this woman but he was never arrested because apparently that’s not enough evidence. And why not? The president of the United States admitted to groping women “by the pussy” without even “waiting” and people in the United States made him president – so why would anyone else be held responsible for doing something so unconscionable to a woman? Apparently, we’re here for their amusement and sexual gratification whether we want to be or not. We, women, to them, are merely masturbation tools.

Another thing that makes this horrible, if the person committing these crimes were a person of colour they would be locked away until the cow comes home because they are thugs and bad for society. But a white man carry them out and he’s sick (Harvey Weinstein) and no one wants to ruin his future (Brock Turner). A black football player a few years ago was locked up for close to ten years for a rape a girl claimed happened – turned out, it never did and she didn’t want to give back the money she had been awarded.

Our society seems to be devolving. We’re going back to the days when women have no say in anything, not our reproductive system, not who enters our body.  What is left for us when the most private, most intimate of experiences are being tainted by men who feels because they have a few extra zeros to the number in their bank accounts, they can do whatever they want to us and there be no consequence? When a man can admit that they all but raped a woman and gets to walk away because there’s “no evidence.”

I could go into this and give some soap box speech about how parents should teach their kids the difference between rape and consensual sex. I could spew out that men should teach their sons to take no for an answer and girls should learn how to get out of a certain situation. I could even go as far as saying we need to teach our little girls how to defend themselves and to think for themselves. But that would be going on and blaming the victims and I’m not about that. Besides, all that bullshit hasn’t worked in the past.

There need to be some form of recourse for women who truly were victims. There has to be a way to make it so that anyone who carry out these horrible acts (men or women/black, white, pink or purple) be punished and held accountable for their actions.

I’m so sad right now.