"Violence against women is not "socially acceptable," but it is socially accepted. That is, as a society, we accept that violence against women is the natural state of things; that men beat and rape and murder women and that this is, if not right, at least proper, at least something you expect and understand as How Things Work. "Woman cheats on man, man murders woman in response" is a familiar narrative and comfortable in its violence, because it fits the narrative of the world as we understand it: women are duplicitous and fickle, men are violent and jealous, and so that's just the outcome you expect. All the more so if the players involved are non-white and/or lower-class, because then we can map it to a whole other set of cultural narratives. So when a video game shows us a random husband beating his equally-generic wife or a nameless prostitute getting murdered (and then shows us these same things over and over again as random world events), or when a police procedural opens with a dramatic scene of a spurned lover attacking and killing the former object of his affections (and do note the word object), and when these things tell us that they are GRITTY and REALISTIC, there's a clear message being sent that says "this is the way the world works." And that's not to say that these things don't happen in real life, because they certainly do, or that every time a man hurts a woman in fiction it's socially harmful or irresponsible or whatever, because there are certainly ways to portray these things that are thoughtful and nuanced. But when the same tropes and the same stories keep getting played out in media over and over again, and when writers don't feel the need to put any thought or depth into the scenarios because we all know this story, the sheer pervasiveness of it turns into a dangerous little self-perpetuating message: "Gee, it sure is too bad women have to get murdered all the time, but that's just the way things are." But violence isn't just the way things are, it's actual tragedy that happens to actual human beings, and the violence isn't going to stop so long as we keep saying it's the way things are supposed to happen."
Wasn't that awesome? That was awesome. Here's the less awesome talking-about-myself part.
I am a regularly confused person with mixed feelings on where he is going in life and a sense of discontent with himself that he has not yet reconciled with reality. Also, I write overly pretentious self-summaries on dating websites. If I could make a living off words that don't make sense, by god, I would be rich.
The more time I spend on this website, the more I become convinced that I may well be its most boring man. I see profiles with stuff like, "I am always being creative, I volunteer at a hospital for mentally disabled animals with drug addictions before spending my evenings at an orphanage for disenfranchised White Martians, and then I get three hours of sleep while simultaneously practicing photography and cliff-diving needlepoint." And I think, "well, I, uh...I played some Morrowind today." This place is giving me a complex.
So, everything above this line was written two years ago. Now, 8/2/2013, I am finally adding this sentence: I am dealing with this complex by trying to do more shit. That's right: Only took me two years to figure that one out. I'm a quick one.