Yeah, I knoowwww, the Oscars are over. But if you hardly felt a thing about 'em, if you landed somewhere between yawning and outrage after Sunday's shitshow, and you couldn't figure out why... maybe it's just exhaustion. The kind of exhaustion where one day, "Seth MacFarlane will go on the television and make a joke about George Clooney having sex with a 9-year-old girl who is sitting right there, and your first reaction will be, 'Well. At least he didn't literally say she should get raped. Pass the cheese.'"
Lindy's Jezebel post "Sexism Fatigue: When Seth MacFarlane Is a Complete Ass and You Don’t Even Notice" is an excellent look at the brain-meltingness of paying attention to really dark shit all the time and/or writing about it on the internet:
I am tired of being called a shrieking harridan for pointing out inequalities so tangible and blatant that they are regularly codified into law. I am tired of being told to provide documentation of inequality in the comments sections of a website where a staff of smart women documents inequality as fast as our fingers can move. Like, you might as well write me a note on a banana peel demanding that I prove to you that bananas exist. I am tired of being asked to "cite sources" proving that sexism is real (that RAPE is real, even!), because there is no way to concisely cite decades and decades of rigorous academia. Allow me to point at the fucking library. We can't cite "everything," and our challengers know that. It's an insulting diversionary tactic, it's an attempt to drag us all backwards, and fuck it. Do your own research like the rest of the grown-ups.