Face It

I thought my recent rail against Roethlisberger would be the end of it for awhile. And then Chris Brown danced his way into living rooms last night as the musical guest on Saturday Night Live.

I am this close to losing my cool.

Mr. Brown's physical brutality towards women is a fact. Yet, once again, the dollar speaks louder than moral decency. Two years after his attack on Rihanna and he's back in the business. And pockets are filling fast.

Oh my god! I am so tired of this incessant forgiveness for despicable behavior. How much more are we going to take? Oh, right. As long as it doesn't affect us personally it doesn't matter. As long as we feign disgust and disappointment after it initially happens we're covered. Holding that stance takes integrity, discipline, and, let's face it, it's easier to keep standing in line at Starbucks. The rest of the world can settle itself without our interference.

Wake the fuck up. We all belong to the world. We may not think the decisions we make or the way we feel and speak out about things matter but they do. The term "chain reaction" exists for a reason.

If you're a woman and you have supported this abuser's return, you might as well punch the next woman you see in the face. You should be ashamed of yourself. If you're not, take your passive ass to the nearest cliff and jump. Because, let's face it, the world already has plenty of condoners and enablers. One less is no bruise off my back.