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MaRiA retweeted
Γιατί είναι κωλοχανείο. Τι γιατί.
MaRiA retweeted
This was powerful from the Judge
“Whatever women wear, wherever they go, whatever they drink, they retain the right to say no—and demand justice from the courts when sexual predators like you, Russell Brand, act without their consent.”
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She was 21 and a huge fan of Russell Brand. Months after he raped her, she spotted him at a work event and ran out, and then he texted her. She wrote back that he'd treated her like an animal. She told the jury his reply was two words.
"I'm sorry."
A London judge just turned that night into a 10 and a half year prison sentence. How the jury and the judge got there is a lot more careful than the headline makes it sound.
She'd met him after one of his shows in the spring of 2009. Friends testified she was hurting so badly she couldn't sit down for days afterward. A nurse at the sexual health clinic she went to gave a statement that she'd told her she never agreed to what he did.
Six women testified, and none of them knew each other. The jury sat through seven charges over four weeks and still didn't give the prosecution everything it wanted. They found him not guilty of two rapes, including a 1999 hotel room allegation in Bournemouth, plus an attempted assault. In one case they convicted him of groping a woman at a bar and cleared him of the rape she said came next. All 12 of them had to agree on every single count.
Even his own lawyer's closing argument was pretty revealing. He told the jury "it is not criminal to treat women unkindly before, during or after sex."
Then there's the sentence itself. Prosecutors asked the judge to start the rape at 12 years. He started at 8, added two because Brand took off the condom without her agreement, then knocked one off for mitigation. That's 9 years for the rape. The three sexual assaults got 9, 18 and 8 months, served at the same time as each other but on top of the rape, and that's where the 10 and a half comes from.
Under UK rules he has to serve two thirds before he can get out, so about 7 years, and he's a registered sex offender for life.
The rape happened in the spring of 2009, and Brand didn't see the inside of a cell until last Thursday. The judge opened his sentencing remarks by explaining why. His fame protected him right up until reporters went public with the allegations in 2023. Do the math and fame bought him 14 of those 17 years.
🚨 BREAKING: Russell Brand sentenced to 10 years in prison. tmz.me/4BSaRlM
ALT I’m not able to identify individuals in the image, but the scene shows a person with shoulder-length wavy hair and a beard holding a pair of glasses, standing outside, possibly in front of a vehicle.
MaRiA retweeted
I’m starting to understand why so many people fantasize about buying a little house in the woods, growing their own food, and disappearing from society. It’s not that people suddenly hate civilization. It’s that we’ve somehow created a world where simply existing costs money, and every basic necessity comes with another monthly bill.
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John Ford punched her in the jaw in front of everyone. She didn't flinch. A tabloid fabricated a sex scandal to destroy her. She pulled out her passport and destroyed them instead. Hollywood called her "too difficult."
Maureen FitzSimons was born on August 17, 1920, in Ranelagh—a working-class suburb of Dublin, Ireland.
Her mother, Marguerita, was an opera singer. Her father, Charles, owned part of the Shamrock Rovers football club and ran a business in Dublin.
The family was musical, theatrical, and Irish Catholic. Maureen and her siblings—Peggy, Charles, Florrie, Margot, and James—all trained in drama and music.
As a child, Maureen was a tomboy. Rough and athletic. They called her "baby elephant" because she played like the boys—football, swimming in the River Dodder, riding horses.
She was also the only redhead in the family, which made her self-conscious.
But when she performed—when she stood on a stage—everything changed.
By age 10, she'd joined the Rathmines Theatre Company. By 14, she was accepted to the Abbey Theatre—one of the most prestigious theater companies in Ireland.
Her dream was to be an opera singer like her mother. Or a classical stage actress.
Then, at 16, she got a screen test at Elstree Studios in London.
It was a disaster. Stiff, nervous, uncomfortable in the heavy makeup and elaborate costume.
But a man named Charles Laughton saw the test. He saw past the nerves. He saw her expressive eyes, her spirit, her raw presence.
He cast her in Alfred Hitchcock's Jamaica Inn (1939) opposite him.
There was one condition: she had to change her name. "FitzSimons" was too long, too complicated.
She became Maureen O'Hara.
She didn't want to. But she was 18, in a foreign country, and Charles Laughton was an Oscar-winning movie star. So she agreed.
Laughton then cast her as Esmeralda in The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1939). She was 19 years old, playing opposite one of Hollywood's biggest stars.
She was starting at the top.
Then World War II began. Laughton sold her contract to RKO Studios.
Maureen felt abandoned. Alone in Hollywood. Homesick. Trapped in mediocre films with bad scripts.
She begged her agent to get her into John Ford's How Green Was My Valley (1941).
She got the part.
The film won five Oscars, including Best Picture and Best Director. It beat Citizen Kane.
Maureen O'Hara was now a star.
But her relationship with John Ford was complicated.
Ford nicknamed her "Rosebud." They became close friends. She visited him and his wife socially, spent time on his yacht.
But Ford had darker feelings. He wrote her drunken love letters: "God, I long for you. I dream of you. Your face is constantly in my dreams."
She didn't reciprocate.
And Ford could be cruel. Vicious, even.
One day, in front of cast and crew, he punched her in the jaw.
Hard.
She later said she only took it because she wanted to show him she could take a punch like a man.
She refused to react. Refused to give him the satisfaction.
Ford wasn't the only director who harassed her.
John Farrow made "suggestive comments," followed her home, stalked her. When she made it clear she wasn't interested, he started bullying her on set.
One day, she'd had enough.
She punched him in the jaw.
He left her alone after that.
In 1950, Maureen made Rio Grande with John Wayne. It was the beginning of a legendary partnership.
They'd make five films together: Rio Grande, The Quiet Man, The Wings of Eagles, McLintock!, and Big Jake.
Wayne called her "a great guy." He said he preferred to work with men—"except for Maureen O'Hara; she's a great guy."
In The Quiet Man (1952), filmed in Ireland, Maureen became an icon.
Her character, Mary Kate Danaher, refuses to consummate her marriage until she gets her dowry—her furniture, her security, her autonomy.
When John Wayne's character drags her through the countryside to force the issue, she fights him. Punches him. Refuses to yield.
The film was shot in lush Technicolor. Maureen's red hair, green eyes, and porcelain skin looked as if Technicolor had been invented just to capture her.
Wayne's character asks, "Is she real?"
She was. And she was tougher than anyone expected.
Maureen did her own stunts. Learned to sword fight. Earned the nickname "The Pirate Queen." People said she was a better swordsman than Errol Flynn.
She was one of the first actresses to do her own stunts.
But Hollywood didn't know what to do with a woman who wouldn't play by the rules.
She refused to pose for scantily clad photos. "I come from a very strict family," she said. "My folks in Dublin would think I turned out bad."
She was a teetotaler and non-smoker who rejected the Hollywood party lifestyle.
She refused to be photographed in a bathing suit. "I don't think I looked like Lana Turner in a bathing suit, frankly."
She wouldn't smoke or drink on screen for years—until she realized it would cost her jobs.
Hollywood called her difficult. Prudish. Too controlling.
Then, in 1957, Confidential magazine published a story that could have ended her career.
The headline: "It Was the Hottest Show in Town When Maureen O'Hara Cuddled in Row 35."
The tabloid claimed that an usher at Grauman's Chinese Theatre had caught Maureen and her boyfriend, Enrique Parra, in a compromising position during a movie screening.
The article was graphic. Salacious. Humiliating.
Maureen was furious.
Other celebrities targeted by Confidential had settled out of court, afraid of more bad publicity.
Not Maureen.
She sued. And when the state of California launched a criminal trial against Confidential, she was the star witness.
In court, the magazine's lawyers trotted out theater staff who swore the story was true.
Then Maureen pulled out her passport.
On the night Confidential claimed she was in Grauman's Theatre, she'd been in Spain, filming Fire Over Africa.
The passport stamp proved it.
The courtroom erupted.
Maureen won. Confidential eventually went out of business.
She'd taken on the most powerful tabloid in America—and destroyed it.
In the 1960s, Maureen's career slowed. She starred in Disney's The Parent Trap (1961), then gradually stepped away from Hollywood.
In 1968, she married Charles F. Blair Jr.—a former Air Force brigadier general, former chief pilot at Pan Am, founder of Antilles Air Boats airline in the U.S. Virgin Islands.
She called him the love of her life.
For the first time, she was truly happy. They ran the airline together. John Wayne was a regular visitor to their home.
In 1978, Charles died in a plane crash. He was 69.
Maureen became the first woman president of a scheduled airline in the United States.
She came out of retirement briefly in 1991 for Only the Lonely, playing John Candy's Irish mother.
In 2004, she published her memoir, 'Tis Herself. It became a New York Times bestseller and revealed decades of Hollywood sleaze, sexism, and scandal.
She wrote: "Being an Irishwoman means many things to me. An Irishwoman is strong and feisty. She has guts and stands up for what she believes in… She's not above a sock in the jaw if you have it coming."
In 2014, at age 94, Maureen was awarded an Honorary Oscar. She'd never been nominated—not once in her entire career.
When she accepted the award from a wheelchair, she protested when they tried to cut her speech short.
She died on October 24, 2015, in her sleep at her home in Boise, Idaho. She was 95.
When she died, her family said she'd spent her final hours listening to music from The Quiet Man.
Maureen O'Hara never yielded. Not to directors who harassed her. Not to studios who tried to sexualize her. Not to tabloids who tried to destroy her.
She punched back. Literally and figuratively.
And she won.
MaRiA retweeted
🚨 BREAKING: Russell Brand sentenced to 10 years in prison. tmz.me/4BSaRlM
ALT I’m not able to identify individuals in the image, but the scene shows a person with shoulder-length wavy hair and a beard holding a pair of glasses, standing outside, possibly in front of a vehicle.
MaRiA retweeted
dear american judges & education system,
THIS IS HOW YOU DEAL WITH SEXUAL ABUSERS not writing an essay or a collegiate swimming team time, you fucking enablers
🚨 BREAKING: Russell Brand sentenced to 10 years in prison. tmz.me/4BSaRlM
ALT I’m not able to identify individuals in the image, but the scene shows a person with shoulder-length wavy hair and a beard holding a pair of glasses, standing outside, possibly in front of a vehicle.
MaRiA retweeted
They Want To Use AI To Re-Centralize Control Of Information
"It’s becoming clearer and clearer to everyone that these new technologies are not intended to improve the lives of ordinary people, but to serve the interests of the oligarchs and empire managers who rule our world."
MaRiA retweeted
Ten women reported the same man at Cornell. TEN. And nothing was done to stop him. Then people turn around and ask why women don't report. Maybe start asking why nobody listens when they do.
MaRiA retweeted
Russell Brand got 10 years. I like the way the UK punishes rapists instead of electing them to office.
MaRiA retweeted
Just in case people forgot, since it's no longer being talked about, there is a group of rapists from Cornell University that are still walking free because justice still hasn't been served.
MaRiA retweeted
There was no such thing as white people in the 1600s.
Europeans didn’t call themselves white.
They called themselves English, Irish, German, Italian.
And they hated each other.
The English despised the Irish.
Northern Italians didn’t even recognize southern Italians as equals.
Germans fought everybody.
There was no “white team.” No shared identity.
Just Europeans killing Europeans over land, religion, and power.
That’s the actual history of Europe. Then suddenly, mid-1600s in the American colonies, something changed. “White” was invented. Why? Because the colonial elite the rich landowners could count.
They looked around and realized they were outnumbered. Badly. African slaves, European indentured servants, poor peasants who had no land and no future. Together, they were a threat.
So the rich did what they’ve always done: they divided them. They created “whiteness” as a concept and gave poor Europeans just enough legal protections, small privileges, the promise that they’d never be at the bottom to make sure they’d never unite with enslaved Africans.
It worked. Poor whites started policing Black people instead of fighting the system exploiting them both. And that’s the con. The whole history of America is rich white men convincing poor white people that their enemies are Black and Brown not the system keeping them all broke.
MaRiA retweeted
Maybe i am too woke but I'm actually glad birth rates are declining. Not because children are a burden, but because more people are finally realising they're not fit to be parents and that's a far kinder decision than bringing a child into a life they're not prepared for.
MaRiA retweeted
A man cheated on Halle Berry. A man cheated on Natalie Portman. A man cheated on Beyoncé. A man cheated on Emily Ratajkowski. A man cheated on Shakira. There is literally no level of physical attractiveness (or success for that matter) that “saves” a woman from being cheated on
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On November 7, 1980, Steve McQueen died in Ciudad Juárez, Mexico, at the age of 50. He had gone there for surgery after American doctors told him conventional medicine had nothing left to offer.
Terrence Stephen McQueen was born on March 24, 1930, in Beech Grove, Indiana, to a single mother. His father left when he was an infant.
A childhood ear infection left him partially deaf, and dyslexia made school difficult.
After a stepfather’s beatings, he left home around age nine, lived on the streets, ran with a gang, and ended up at the California Junior Boys Republic, a reform school in Chino.
He later said the place probably kept him out of prison.
In 1947 he enlisted in the Marine Corps. He served until 1950, was demoted multiple times, spent time in the brig, and left with an honorable discharge. Back in New York he studied acting on the G.I. Bill.
On weekends he raced motorcycles on Long Island, often winning enough money to cover his living expenses.
His film career started with the 1958 science-fiction film The Blob. The real breakthrough came with the television series Wanted: Dead or Alive, in which he played bounty hunter Josh Randall. He left the show after the 1960 Western The Magnificent Seven.
Through the 1960s and early 1970s he starred in The Great Escape, The Thomas Crown Affair, Bullitt, The Getaway, Papillon, and the 1974 disaster film The Towering Inferno (with Paul Newman). By the mid-1970s he was the highest-paid actor in the world.
He was notoriously difficult on sets—demanding changes to lines and costumes, sometimes arriving impaired by alcohol or drugs.
He turned down roles in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (over billing with Newman), Dirty Harry, Apocalypse Now, and others.
In 1969 he had planned to have dinner with Jay Sebring and Sharon Tate on the night they were murdered by members of the Manson family; afterward he began carrying a loaded gun.
In 1979 he was diagnosed with mesothelioma, a cancer linked to asbestos. He believed the exposure came from sound-stage insulation, racing gear, and work removing asbestos insulation on a troop ship while he was in the Marines.
After conventional options were exhausted, he sought experimental treatment in Mexico, including at a clinic in Rosarito Beach.
On November 6, 1980, surgeons in Juárez removed a large abdominal tumor. He died the next day of a heart attack.
McQueen made roughly thirty films.
The on-screen rebel image tracked closely with the life that produced it. ❤️
