I’ve been out of the Social Media and Blogging game for a while, now. I left because I was just nauseated by so many of these so-called “FitPros”, but I have something to say, so I’m going to poke my head up for bit before I go back to being a Clinic Director and focusing my time on improving the workplace, mentoring my staff, and not doing anything dumb enough to get me fired.
You see, I gotta be honest about something:
Alan Aragon doesn’t piss me off half as much as some of you do. Aragon is fucked up and a total predator, and you know what: you’re worse because you knew about it and let it happen:
The victim blaming.
He did it and YOU let him do it. Again and again.
Ironically, some of you people were to first ones to dive into me headfirst on Social Media for my rather public relationship issues with Vanessa some time ago. Where was that same zeal when your hero was groping people and attempting to discredit them? I guess my crime wasn’t severe enough to ignore or make excuses for. Or maybe my list just isn’t big enough to make me economically viable?
Let me tell you a brief version of a long story. It’ll be brief because you can find the details of it elsewhere in this blog, but also because I really can’t believe I’m still having to have this fucking conversation. I’m old enough to actually know what a broken record sounds like and I’ll be damned if this isn’t familiar. But we do have to have this conversation. And at my workplace, I am currently helping to lead the mentorship effort on safe places for cis males where we can talk about things like this…because clearly we still can’t get this right.
Back when I was married and my wife was violated, one of the more shocking revelations were just how many people knew the perpetrator was a rapey, filthy scumbag…
And chose to do nothing about it.
At the end of the day, the perpetrator was allowed to continually violate so many women not because he was careful, but because a shocking number of people either actively helped him or worse: DID NOTHING.
Here’s something interesting: The people directly involved in the rape and cover up and subsequent smear campaign never offered me anything. No matter. At the end of the day most of them were wired wrong, and I can’t really begrudge someone in full totality for being born a fucked up scumbag.
You know who DID offer me something? (Oftentimes apologies, which is really odd because it didn’t happen to ME, it happened to HER.)
People like you. People who knew what was going on and could have stopped it. Could have told someone. Could have taken action.
Truly I can’t tell you how much the this flummoxed me. What did they want from me?
Go hit a punching bag. Or break something. Or play an instrument. Or go to the movies. Don’t attempt to get release from me…you’re barking up the wrong tree.
Maybe something else?
Talk to your God. Or a priest. (talk to Aragon…you MADE him a god, after all). You’ve got the wrong guy if you think you’ll get it from me.
I’ve said this before and it bears repeating:
The hottest corners in Hell are NOT reserved for people who maintained their neutrality. That quote is inaccurate. Pick up Dante’s Inferno and you’ll find that neutral folk are right after the gate of Hell, in the vestibule. They are stuck in-between because they never took a stand in life. They never chose a side. They waited it out where it was cozy and safe.
They aren’t in a circle of Hell and Heaven isn’t interested in them, either. They sit there, where the souls in the First Circle can watch as they futilely chase after a blank, meaningless flag for all of eternity and scream in agony as they are forever stung by wasps to make up for all the pain they avoided in their sorry lives by staying on the sideline instead of actually DOING SOMETHING. Dante didn’t even allow them the dignity of being in Hell, and those in Limbo can look out and be glad that at least they aren’t the worst, having arrived in Limbo, mostly, as a Christian technicality.
They’re pathetic. Like YOU.
They didn’t take a stand. They made a choice NOT TO CHOOSE.
Just. Like. Some. Of. YOU.
You were waiting to see who would come out on top of the struggle. You were waiting until the smoke cleared. You were waiting to see if you could still score that affiliate marketing deal, or get a chance to speak at a summit, or get tagged and shared on Facebook! How noble!
Was that YOU?
Rotting, scuzzy, grimy, disgusting OPPORTUNISTS..and at the expense of women who had their names and careers torn up through smear campaigns while you sat on your manicured hands and kept your nails clean.
Sounds like a lot of YOU…
And all of your late, dripping apologies…
And all of your “gee-I-shoulda’s”…
And all your eloquent blog posts…
And all of your “I’m a male feminist” speeches…
add up to ZERO.
Don’t play yourself with that “not all men” garbage.
Meaningless words and drivel that help no one now and are too late to have any real impact.
Too many of you so called FitPROS (as in “PROFESSIONALS”) reek of a children throwing out half-assed apologies to avoid castigation from the people you hoped would lose.
Shame on you!
When the chips are down, a coward will always be a coward and too many of you are a day late and a dollar short on any real action. Take your sorry souls back to the vestibule and let the maggots feast on the pus that is your guilt. I’m not having this bullshit. Not having any of it.
Where were you when it mattered?
Comments are off. You know where to find me if you have something worth saying. If this article bothered you, get out from behind the keyboard and DO something.