Silencing sexual assault (based on the Divergent scene)

I am of small size and stature,  having little or no muscle packed into my limbs face the fear of being rendered defenseless against anyone of greater strength than I. Fortunately I’ve never been placed in this position but on odd occasions I have tried to push people away-even for a moment to catch my breath-and could not break the cage of their arms and the stronghold of their hands. This frightens me.

It is my firm belief that no movie can measure up to that of a novel.  However one particular scene in Veronica Roth’s adaptation of Divergent gained my full approval. The protagonist,  Tris is a complex character. The like of which I have yet to meet both in the fictional and real worlds. Initially I saw her as a small little Stiff, to weak to find her own will. She has proven to me just how dauntless a small little Stiff can be. Tris has a unique and universal fear: the concern of sexual assault.

In a fear simulation Tris finds herself in a fabricated version of her boyfriend,  Four’s bedroom and faces a fabricated version of Four himself. An intimate introduction occurs between the two but the affection crumbles shortly and abruptly.  Simulation Four sends Tris roughly onto the bed. He towers over her and forces his physical presence upon her. She repeatedly says and then screams a string of strangled but very firm “NO’s”. He is deaf to her refusal so she lunges at him. Fights him off with stealth she didn’t know she possessed.  She is fiery.  She is furious. She is fierce. Tris conquers her fear and grows comfortable in the knowledge that she has the power to protect herself. At the end of her examination she is applauded for her bravery. Complimented for being brave and smart and strong.  In my own experience I’ve learnt that saying yes is simple and submissive.  Saying NO is the real test of courage.

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Isn’t that spectacular? A phenomenon has occurred right before our eyes! When have you ever seen a woman articulate “no”, defended herself against a rapist and be applauded for it?
Millions of viewers have watched Divergent.  They have seen Tris say no and Four listening to and respecting her wishes. This is the spark of change. Just imagine if we, like Tris, openly condemn this sort of abuse. Imagine if we find the inner boldness of our backbones. Imagine if all the males in our lives hear the “NO” instead of a decree of false consent. The monster of rape will not be given the opportunity to rear its ugly head in the bedrooms, dark alleys or in the company of deceptive people we’ve chosen to trust. “No” is all the shield you need to take care of yourself.

In the film being Divergent is seen as a threat to society. A disturbance to the routine of reality and that is absolutely true. If being Divergent like Tris means that you can in no uncertain terms  declare that your body is yours and yours alone and that you are the only one who gets to determine who may touch you then women and mem everywhere should be divergent. We should all assert the right of our bodies. We should not have to struggle against the tyrants of rape culture and misogyny. Moreover the build of our body be it petite or pronounced should not be a weakness, an invitation for the physically stronger sex to take advantage and exploit our bodies.

Be brave like Tris. Let your divergence shine through.

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Passionate Porpoise

I was having tea with someone whom I didn’t know especially well but had encountered on several occasions at an event on journalism as we share a mutual passion for writing. In addition he also enjoys traversing deep into the waters of magic and mystery: scuba diving.  So when I asked him “Have you got any hobbies?” It was as though I had uncapped a bottle of contained frenzy .His speech flowed like an overflowing fountain and I was lost in the swish of his strides. From his vivid descriptions of the diversity below the tides to his telling of the sensations that swim all over him as he submerges into the lapping waves. My visage obviously conveyed an expression of pure awe and he flushed,hurriedly apologized for getting carried away and changed the subject to a mediocre topic. Something about the world crises and mid sentence I cut him off.

“No. Don’t do that.  You cannot come so close to bearing your soul and leave me hanging by a fragile thread only to cull the line.  How dare you leave me in anticlimactic suspense. No, don’t pick up your mug. Continue. I want to know more. I was gripped by your riveting adventures, tell me the colour of the coral or the feel of the fish or the varying sizes of the bubbles that escape your breath. What is it like exploring a world within our own a world void of discrimination,  death and damnation.  Please don’t gape at me like I’m a crazy woman,  it just makes me incredible sad when I see someone talk about their passion and for those few precious moments they are so exhilarated and swept up in their fervent enjoyment that I wish to immortalize them in that exact snapshot. If I could paint I’d illustrate the sparkling splendor in your eyes or the mechanic motion of your mouth as you supply my imagination with the most inventive images and just as my mind  retrieves the easel you drop your gaze, mute the melody and say the most disappointing things like “Sorry I’m rambling” and “This is probably boring. I just got over excited. ” Don’t be excited,  be ecstatic,  euphoric even but please, please never stop.”

_Quixotic Novelist

Ps: your blubbering banter has brought my brain out of its catnap. Thank you Passionate Porpoise 🙂

Note: anticipate change

I’ve been suffering from writer’s block for the past couple of months, not due to a lack of inspiration but rather an absence of passion. For the first time in my life I’ve become content with simply enjoying the experience without immortalizing it. It’s strange really. While this is cause for concern,  I am somewhat relieved.

See my mind worked overtime. I  could not fully appreciate a moment because some pedantic part of my brain searched it’s archives for the words to record this memory. Instead of living in the moment I tried to preserve it for future visitation. While my writing has been slacking I have to accept this modified version of myself and groom her best I can. I’ve been feeling inclined toward a different style ans type of writing. Something along the lines of figurative and poetical, but we’ll see how that plays out and whether it suits me.  I apologize for being so quiet and I assure you that I will try my best to write more.

Watch this space
_Quixotic Novelist