September 23, 2014, - 10:21 pm
Hannah Graham: When You Walk Around Drunk in Half a Shirt Alone @ Night, This Happens
Is it just me . . . or are you also tired of hearing the sob stories about Hannah Graham, the missing University of Virginia student with the weirdly “sculpted” eyebrows?
Not that I excuse any crime or violence, but if you walk around alone and drunk in half a shirt at night, this kind of thing does happen. I mean, do people really not get this exercise in the utterly obvious?
On Sunday afternoon, while I was at the gym running on the treadmill, I watched as every single cable news network broke into Graham’s teary-eyed parents’ press conference. Her father held up some silly stuffed animal rabbit and blamed her disappearance on the fact that she forgot this lucky child’s toy at home. I burst out laughing at this absurdity. I understand these parents are at wit’s end about their missing daughter. But, um, sorry, but her disappearance had nothing to do with this dumb stuffed animal. She’s an adult . . . or is supposed to be. And instead of maybe realizing that her disappearance might have had something to do with not acting like one, they blame it on her forgetting the plaything accoutrement of a kid. Yes, if she had only had her stuffed rabbit in her possession while gallivanting drunk and alone in almost no shirt on the dark streets of Charlottesville, she’d be fine. Right?
Wrong.
Here’s a tip about feminism. It not only allows slutty women to get drunk and run around in no shirt, but it places responsibility on them and their actions. Or it’s at least supposed to. Or at least, that’s what I thought. Wasn’t feminism supposed to have the mission of women empowering (G-d, I hate that word!) themselves and doing what they need to, to control their lives? That means–or should mean–that if an independent woman (independent even of her childish stuffed rabbit) decides to take it upon herself to wear no shirt, get drunk, and roam the dark streets of an urban setting alone, she’s is empowering herself to suffer a tragic, but preventable, horror. Those are the odds, especially if you’re dressed like Beyonce’s back-up dancers, but you are alone on the streets instead of onstage.
If Hannah Graham couldn’t figure that out, maybe that means she doesn’t belong in college. . . or maybe it just means she’s just as dumb as most of the Kardashian generation of college students. And just as unprepared for adulthood. These aren’t adults. They are overgrown, spoiled children whose parents are worried about stuffed animals because they won’t take responsibility for not having been actual parents.
Maybe if Hannah Graham’s parents had spent more time impressing upon her the importance of common sense behavior and values, instead of impressing upon her the sucker-esque (un)power of good luck talismans, she would still be here. She’s probably dead, because they cared more about the magic of stuffed rabbits than they did teaching her these things. Or, if they did teach her these things, she clearly didn’t absorb them. Yes, I know, some parents do everything right, and their rebellious kids just don’t take. And, for a second, I thought that could be the case here–her father was quite sympathetic. But that was only until Pops brought out the stuffed rabbit for the cameras. Then, the jig was up.
Yes, it’s true, Muslims consider a woman like this to be “open meat,” ready for the taking, and I don’t condone that. But criminals and other malefactors who are roaming the streets in the middle of the night have the same attitude as Muslims, and a girl who takes these risks among them is bringing this upon herself, as Hannah Graham did. She told her friends she was lost. Well, guess what? Walking around a city at night alone while drunk can result in being lost. It’s not smart. And I have less sympathy for the deliberately stupid. You might earn a Darwin Award from someone, but you earn no pity from me. Yes, everyone makes mistakes and acts foolishly at one or more points in their lives. But this was a big one.
I pity and feel sorry for women who are snatched and kidnapped in daylight, not those who took endless chances and engaged in blatantly risky behavior. I feel sorry for innocent children who don’t know better. Hannah Graham was none of these. And her forgotten stuffed rabbit or the sympathy you might have for her torn up parents doesn’t change that.
I remember as a high school student when I wanted to walk to my friend’s house at night for a party and my skirt was above my knee. My late father said, “Are you crazy?!” He insisted on walking me and yelled at me for wearing a short skirt alone at night. And I wasn’t drunk. (Heck, my parents wouldn’t even let me see “Risky Business.” They were involved in my life . . . as parents, NOT friends.) My dad had more than a few of those moments withme. Doesn’t sound like Hannah Graham’s dad ever had a single moment like that with her.
And now she’s probably dead. But, hey, it’s just because she left her magical stuffed rabbit behind. None of that other stuff is relevant.
By the way, my parents never impressed upon me the importance of stuffed animals and taking them to college. Pity.
Graham’s dad has an English accent. But how much you wanna bet he and the mom voted for Obama? People give off cues. And lax parents who care more about stuffed animals than important life lessons are definitely in the bag for Michelle LaVaughn Robinson Hussein Obama Idi Amin Dada’s hubby.
On the other hand, there are those “parents” named Palin. So, maybe I’m wrong.
But the bottom line is this:
If you refuse to be responsible parents for your child and you refuse to teach your child to take personal responsibility for what happens to him or her, the odds are greater that you’ll be mourning that child sooner than later.
Tags: Hannah Graham
May you rot in hell. I hope you don’t and won’t ever have children because you are a cruel hateful wench .
Laurie on September 26, 2014 at 10:38 pm