Marilyn Manson? Really? I mean, he is the great provocador, the Dali of my generation, meant to provoque, to bring out the conservatives and the prude... to go beyond and destroy every other convention, no? What would we be without him? We needed him and many more like him, surely in this time of victorian morals and massive sheep behaviour. But can even Marilyn Manson be just another pathetic male? Another weak female misshandler? It is almost too much to believe.
And then again... Evan Rachel Woods? She who gave real life to one of the most disturbing characters of current TV, when current means the golden era of TV series, where quality is already beyond anything seen before. Is she also a survivor of partner violence... and at the hands of Marilyn Manson from all people?
It is really like the tail of #metoo will never end. It should be that we agreed already that rape and mistreat is shit, so then, like other agreements that we had had about our own monsters, we could slowly but safely leave it in the past. “C’mon, we know now that mistreat is wrong! let’s move on!!” But no. Every time that we are about to let it go, that we can say ok, ok, it is enough, we know now and it will not repeat, yet another case hit our faces, yet another of your heroes spit in your face with their rank and stale saliva. And then again we need to clean ourselves, we need to slowly and consciously take away the stinking spittle, the stain of knowing, of knowing how many of us have been through the hell of sexual harassment and rape.
Today I had a friendly exchange in a whatsapp group. It was about the overreacting from some of us, our political correctness and also about our thin skin. As usual in these topics, I was (and am) at the side of the easily offended, of the persons that rather would condemn jokes that are beyond the pale. I myself don’t like me much when I get onto this role. After all it would be nice and cool if we could all laugh about some joke that we should not be laughing about, but is still funny. I hate to be the spoilsport. And yet.
And yet.
I can still smell it.