Taking the "The" out of Psychotherapist: Some of Fiction's Most Scary Rapist.

So I was watching Oklahoma The Wolverine.... I mean London Stage Revival with Hugh Jackman version a few nights back, reacquainting myself with something I haven't seen since I was really young.

One portrayal that struck me was Jud. Shuler Hensley the actor gives the character a certain empathy by giving you the feeling that a lot of Jud's actions are guided by great loneliness and desperation. This same loneliness and desperation makes him menacing and dangerous. While watching Jud trying to court Laurey in a manner that makes him come across as a Borderline Rapist I couldn't help but think of this Meme.

This Meme which shows some poor guy trying his best to look sexy but coming across as someone you'd be leery of in a dark alley, or in daylight, or in a public setting, is a very apt description of Jud's behavior throughout Oklahoma. While Jud never crosses that event boundary from menacing and Rapist like to actual Rapist, Other Fictional Characters unfortunately cross this line in some of the most psychotic and menacing ways possible.

MELE-ON GRAYZA FROM FARSCAPE

Surprised ? This character and the reaction of other characters from Farscape towards her completely averts the It's not Rape if its a Woman Trope. Equipped with special Pheromones that make her a walking Biological Roofie, she drugs protagonist John Crichton rendering him incapable of saying no or doing much of anything. and has sex with him against his will as part of her seduction/interrogation. Furthermore she aptly and quickly showed in addition to Rape she had no problem ordering or personally doing Murder and other foul deeds to get her goals.

SCHILLINGER FROM OZ

Schillinger. J.K. Simmons the actor who played Schillinger is a wonderful actor, probably a decent human being and has played a variety of roles including the cantankerous owner of the Daily Bugle J Jonah Jameson. But his role on Oz made me feel like shouting “Run Spidey Before you get Raped”when I watched the Spiderman Movies.

His character was literally a checklist of “You ain't @#$%” characteristics.

NAZI: check.

MURDERER: check.

RAPIST OF MENTALLY DISABLED: Check

Perhaps in one of his most heinous acts (Besides his constant Rape and mental and physical abuse of Tobias Beecher which including forcing him to rip him pictures of his family and branding a Swastika on Beecher's ass.) he tricked Mentally challenged Cyril O'Reilly into follwing him into a supply closet where he raped him.

TESSAI OF NINJA SCROLLS

Echoing the Sentiments of the “Let's Not Turn this Rape into a Murder Meme”, almost exactly, is Tessai, a Villain in the Ninja Scroll Movie. His exact words are, “I have no problem raping a dead girl.” Uttered while assaulting Kagero a female ninja.

In a “Look at your Life, Look at your choices” moment, we discover that Kagero's entire body is poison He probably shouldn't have Tried to Rape a someone whose entire body is poisonous to the touch. This act helps seal his fate in a battle with Jubei the hero of the story.

JUDGE FROLLO OF HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME

One Internet commenter once said of hearing the song “Hellfire”, that he almost expected Judge Frollo to start touching himself in the middle of it. While that might seem inappropriate for a Disney movie, in Truth, not too much about Judge Frollo is appropriate for Life, much less a Disney movie. If he had a pick-up line in a Bar it would be, “Hey Babe Sleep with me or I'll go all Final Solution on you and your Ethnic Group.” This is literally what he tries to do to the Gypsies/Roma of Paris, because of his unrequited crush on Esmeralda.

Hot Rachety Ghetto Romance Literary Mess.

So Came Across this Book at Work Today and all I could think when I read the Description was "For Real Though, Harlequin Romance meets New Jack City. Nino Brown in a Fabio Pose with some Random Crack Whore was what they really wanted to go for !!!"

I'll Let the Book Description Speak for itself:

In the Beginning, there was a drug dealer named Smoke, and Breanne Phillips was one of his most faithful customers. She was smoking crack to block out an existence she couldn't escape from, and Smoke was hungry enough to take anything she had to offer in exchange for his magic rocks. It was a mutually satisfying arrangement, one he forgot about as soon as he got out of the game, dropped the nickname Smoke, and started answering to the name Alec.

Fast-forward sixteen years, and Breanne Phillips is back in his life. These days she's a businesswoman who goes by the name Anne. She's dragging a sixteen year old hoodlum behind her, claiming Alec is the boy's father and demanding that he straighten out their son.

As if dealing with an unwelcome ghost for his past isn't enough, his son is mixed up in the kind of foolishness Alec is all too familiar with, which means he'll have to step in and rearrange some things. A door opens, and Smoke is suddenly back on the scene, ready to put some heads to bed, including Anne's. After that, he'll deal with the son he never knew he had.

Letters From a Former Slave to his Master.

Was browsing the Internet Today and came across a letter on Letters of Note from a ex Slave to his Former Master.

I Love the tone of this Letter as it just overflows with the type of sarcasm that if I had to paraphrase in modern terms would be "Reconcile and come back to work for you, my Black Ass. Reconcile these Nutz you lying sociopath."

Letter of Jourdon Anderson to his Ex Master.

Dayton, Ohio,

August 7, 1865

To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee

Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this, for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martin's to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again, and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance.

I want to know particularly what the good chance is you propose to give me. I am doing tolerably well here. I get twenty-five dollars a month, with victuals and clothing; have a comfortable home for Mandy,—the folks call her Mrs. Anderson,—and the children—Milly, Jane, and Grundy—go to school and are learning well. The teacher says Grundy has a head for a preacher. They go to Sunday school, and Mandy and me attend church regularly. We are kindly treated. Sometimes we overhear others saying, "Them colored people were slaves" down in Tennessee. The children feel hurt when they hear such remarks; but I tell them it was no disgrace in Tennessee to belong to Colonel Anderson. Many darkeys would have been proud, as I used to be, to call you master. Now if you will write and say what wages you will give me, I will be better able to decide whether it would be to my advantage to move back again.

s to my freedom, which you say I can have, there is nothing to be gained on that score, as I got my free papers in 1864 from the Provost-Marshal-General of the Department of Nashville. Mandy says she would be afraid to go back without some proof that you were disposed to treat us justly and kindly; and we have concluded to test your sincerity by asking you to send us our wages for the time we served you. This will make us forget and forgive old scores, and rely on your justice and friendship in the future. I served you faithfully for thirty-two years, and Mandy twenty years. At twenty-five dollars a month for me, and two dollars a week for Mandy, our earnings would amount to eleven thousand six hundred and eighty dollars. Add to this the interest for the time our wages have been kept back, and deduct what you paid for our clothing, and three doctor's visits to me, and pulling a tooth for Mandy, and the balance will show what we are in justice entitled to. Please send the money by Adams's Express, in care of V. Winters, Esq., Dayton, Ohio. If you fail to pay us for faithful labors in the past, we can have little faith in your promises in the future. We trust the good Maker has opened your eyes to the wrongs which you and your fathers have done to me and my fathers, in making us toil for you for generations without recompense. Here I draw my wages every Saturday night; but in Tennessee there was never any pay-day for the negroes any more than for the horses and cows. Surely there will be a day of reckoning for those who defraud the laborer of his hire.

In answering this letter, please state if there would be any safety for my Milly and Jane, who are now grown up, and both good-looking girls. You know how it was with poor Matilda and Catherine. I would rather stay here and starve—and die, if it come to that—than have my girls brought to shame by the violence and wickedness of their young masters. You will also please state if there has been any schools opened for the colored children in your neighborhood. The great desire of my life now is to give my children an education, and have them form virtuous habits.

Say howdy to George Carter, and thank him for taking the pistol from you when you were shooting at me.

From your old servant,

Jourdon Anderson.

Tropes and The Help

Recently saw The Help and enjoyed all the performances. Hope it gets quite a few awards for the acting job put forth by all the Lead Actors.

That being said the criticism that its juggling act of portrayals minimizes the Racism faced is true. Like a lot of movies about Black people its not really about Black People but about good white people.

Imagine if every story about Anne Frank was told from the point of view of the Dutch kid whose parents kept her in their basement or if Fiddler on the Roof was all about the cute spunky Russian girl who befriends Tevye's Daughters, and was told through her eyes.

Imagine if any movie about Pancho Villa or any other famous Latino figure wasn't about them per say but spent more time exploring their story through a spunky American's reporter/love interest/random white person eyes.

If imaging the first two made you raise your eyebrow and made your facial muscles scrounge up into your own version of a WTH look, then you realize why people would dismiss The Help despite its fine performances because its another movie with black people as a background to their own story in a long history of movies about black people not really being about them.

Since this is a common Trope It goes without saying that it and a lot of other Tropes are represented in this movie. TV Tropes has a full list of trope s for the is film