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My friend told me yes, they come down her street sometimes. What?????
I was on the lookout for face-ripping savage monkeys the whole time. How can this be?
Google says:
There are wild monkeys in
Florida, but they are not native to the United States. They are rhesus macaques which were brought to Florida as an exotic tourist attraction in the 1930's. By the late 1940's, there were 12 of these monkeys living on privately owned land that is now a state park named Silver Springs. They were kept on an island in a river but turned out to be good swimmers, escaped, and adapted to the nearby forest.
I wonder if that's where they got the movie title 12 Monkeys.
Lucky are those she taps for servitude.
Hmmm, maybe that needs to be embroidered on a pillow.
Sigh. For the first time, I am struggling with my firm stance of separating art from artist. First. Time. if memory serves.
No matter how vile someone has been, their works I once enjoyed, I continue to enjoy with unfortunate caveats now attached. A good book is still a good book. A good show or movie continues to be a worthwhile viewing. A lovely piece of music can still resonate a beautiful message. Despite the monster in the closet.
It’s easier for me to champion the creative thing when lots of people are involved. I won’t punish all the other hands who added to the final product. But a book is a deeply personal one-man/woman show. Sure, there are a vast number of jobs created to bring a book to existence. But it’s the author’s story, every word now suspect. Hidden meanings? I will still love what I love, but it is tainted. And maybe I can’t go home again.
I believe the women who have stepped forward in this story. I don’t always. I take all allegations seriously and I form an opinion. My opinion. Which might not agree with your opinion. And none of us with certainty can know if they are true or not. (Unless there is videos and audios that have been verified authentic, tangible evidence to back-up the claims). I can’t say these allegations are true. I can’t say they’re not. And this, once again is why we must be very careful when jumping on a bandwagon that the wheels can come off of when the truth comes to light— if it ever does.
In this case, Neil admits to a lot of this behavior — saying it was consensual. That alone leaves me creeped out. Because things done were fucking creepy. But illegal? Depends on what salacious detail you pick to focus on.
All I know, I hope authorities are investigating rigorously for the safety of their child. Because Amanda Palmer is just as grotesque in this story. In my opinion.
Lucky are those she taps for servitude.
Hmmm, maybe that needs to be embroidered on a pillow.
The use of another person for your own greedy benefit is ugly. Picking people who have nothing to lose because their life circumstances are so scary, they agree to demands just to keep a roof over their heads and their belly’s fed. People who have not learned that it is okay to say no. “No” is one of the hardest words in the English language. People absolutely fear saying it.
And the possible hypocritical voice championing feminism and rape victims spews a questionable shadow now. That’s the legacy?
I hope she steps into the light with the truth to save her soul and her child. Apologize to the vulnerable women who thought they found a voice through her. She knows all. And she can cooperate. I so want her to be a hero.
Be a hero Amanda.
https://journal.neilgaiman.com/?m=1
Trust isn't what comes to mind when I think of Neil or Amanda though. They were fully grown adults, with adult brains and adult life experiences. The babysitter was barely into her 20's, still so easily influenced at that age. And she wasn't the youngest?