RON JEREMY IS A PIECE OF SHIT - HE BELONGS IN PRISON.

RON JEREMY IS A PIECE OF SHIT - HE BELONGS IN PRISON. - ANGRYGIRL FEMINIST.COM
Jeremy, now 70, pleaded not guilty in August 2021 to 12 counts of forcible rape, seven counts of forcible oral copulation, six counts of sexual battery by restraint, four counts of sexual penetration by a foreign object, two counts of sexual penetration of an unconscious or asleep person and one count each of lewd act upon a child under the age of 14 or 15, sodomy by use of force and assault with intent to commit rape. 

This is what a news article expressed. If Ron has Dementia, then how could he provide a plea of not Guilty? This justice system allows MURDERERS - CHILD MURDERERS - HUMAN TRAFFICKERS - SEX OFFENDERS TO WALK FREE. EVERY FUCKEN TIME AS LONG AS ITS A WHITE PERSON LET THEM WALK FREE.

THE CORRUPT SYSTEM WILL GO AFTER ALL PEOPLE OF COLOR AND ALLOW THE WHITE TRASH TO WALK FREE! Mentally Incompent my ass. It's amazing how he found an attorney to represent his stupid ass and now he gets to go home to a nice place and live and to have someone care for his needs. Hopefully he'll drop dead, but his victims need to SUE AGAINST HIM IN CIVIL COURT ANY MONEY HE HAS THEY CAN GET FOR COMPENSATION, BUT HURRY THERE IS A TIME LIMIT TO SUE UNDER THESE CIRCUMSTANCES!!! All of these SHIT people in that SLEAZY BUISNESS are in depths of black abyss and their lives are a mess. I'm glad to hear it! I feel sorry for none of them!

Let me add most of the men in prison have emotional problems - have been emotionally and sexually abused - suffer with ADHD and other chronic problems since childhood. I'm confident many people now in society and in prison have Dementia, considering it can be detected as early as 30 years of age. Toxins in the air we breathe, the food we eat, and the water we drink have toxins which, I believe, are occurring because of toxins. 

These types of mental challenges will affect most of the population as people grow old and our atmosphere of living becomes endangered. Ron Jeremy should not be privileged to go home because of this condition, if he really has it. He is playing that card to gain sympathy. Ron Jeremy is another white man getting away with rape.

RON JEREMY IS A PIECE OF SHIT - HE BELONGS IN PRISON.

WOMAN

WOMAN, THE PRESENCE OF A WOMAN CAN CHANGE THE DYNAMICS IN A HOME OF LONLY MEN. - ANGRYGIRL FEMINIST.COM

It amazes me how the presence of a woman can change the dynamics in a home where men live who are lost and badgered from feelings of emptiness and betrayal. Man and Woman come together for different reasons, loneliness, vulnerability, jealousy from another, and money. Most of the time people convince themselves they are in love, so they seek logic to be married, but the truth is they don’t know each other at all, because that takes a lifetime to understand. As you know, we begin life in our youth, not our old age. So therefore, we can’t live life backward, if we did, we would already have survived life’s pain.

Being “In Love” is the hardest emotion to obtain and relationships are never easy, they are filled with joy, sadness, betrayal – misunderstandings – and lack of empathy for the other party involved because many humans are selfish or just can’t cope. People are impatient and desire instant gratification. Men desperately seek a woman because he is scared of being alone. Man needs woman to understand him, be proud of who he is and what he stands for, but man doesn’t have it in him to give woman the same emotional conditions he expects from her. Man doesn't seek to understand, he seeks to be understood.

When relationships are severed from divorce or death, people feel relief – and sometimes emptiness, but vulnerability has a way of sneaking in when no one is looking. It brings out how we actually feel and sometimes we can’t even speak. Vulnerability plagues the human soul throughout our lives as we grow up. It catches us off guard and sometimes has us act out because of that emptiness and loneliness that consume our days with repetition.

Father places an ad seeking help to cook and clean, but unconsciously he needs a female’s presence to change the atmosphere in the home. “The Woman” comes to stay as a house keeper, a liven, someone to clean the home and make the men dinner because their tired of eating “Hungry man” dinners tearing off the tin foil and throwing it in the oven, while sitting alone wondering and waiting for comfort to appear at the front door. In the previous years gone by, the man grows older and the other man, his son, is unsettled and angry at his father, no communication, no understanding, no empathy, just silent anger. These two men are strangers living in the same house, passing each other by as if nothing happened to the mother. Marion was the only woman who occupied these men’s lives previous to the housekeeper.

The husband was ignored and left to fend for himself after she gave birth to their only child, while the son occupied her time giving him all her love and affection.

Death took her from these two men, which anger and emptiness substituted like a plague. As time goes by, the son grows older and the father grows old, and both can’t cope with the lack of love and understanding they are hungry for from a woman.

She arrives, she is young, pretty with short red hair, an incredible smile, and big brown eyes which look at the father with such comfort and warmth. The father presents conditions of her duties and expectations. He is honest with his reasons but holds back the truth about the cracks in the relationship he and his son share.

The father notices the scent of a woman, which gives him something to look forward to, coming home. She works hard in the home, surprising them with incredible meals and stories by the fireplace. She listens to their pain with patience and understanding.

Time goes by and the three of them live together appreciating each other’s differences and flaws. After many observations, the father can no longer hold his feelings back. He finally confesses how much he loves her. They begin to consummate their relationship, but the son is now angrier than he was before. He hides his jealousy, as both men compete for the same woman who changed their lives. 

She wants marriage and a child of her own, but the father won’t compromise his life at his age. He convinces her to go back to school and start a career she is not expected to be a housekeeper, now that she shares his bed, and understands his needs and emotions.

At one point, the son and the woman are left alone, they share an afternoon of playing croquet and laughter, talking about their desires and dreams. The son explains his father had a child, he will not bend to being a father again. Not because of his age, because he is unwilling to compete for affection and love, and will not compromise his needs for another.

The father returns from his trip and the woman tells him she must go; she has to leave because she broke faith sleeping with his son. An argument begins and the father is enraged, but he didn’t realize she is leaving for many reasons, and one of them is that she knows this man is not seeking to understand the woman; he is seeking to be understood by the woman, and she is not willing to compromise what she wants. A child of her own.

written by AngryGirl March 4th 2025
I was inspired by this movie, well written and well acted. The actors expressed real feelings of emotions of how "a woman" can change men's lives so deeply.

QUENTIN TARANTINO MOVIE DIRECTOR HANGING OUT WITH RAPISTS!

QUENTIN TARATINO MOVIE DIRECTOR HANGING OUT WITH RAPISTS - ANGRYGIRL FEMINIST.COM
QUENTIN TARANTINO IS A SICK FUCK DISGUSTING MOVIE DIRECTOR. I don't care that he has numerous movie credits and has money, he is disgusting and a fucken racist. Let's look back in time to how he grew up and where. Tarantino was born on March 27,1963, in Knoxville, Tennessee, the only child of Connie McHugh and his father, who was Tony Tarantino, so this may have been why he had an advantage, but supposedly his father split and Quentin's mom raised him alone. At the age of four, his mother moved to California, and eventually, everyone did. Regardless of his success it doesn't concern me, what does concern me is a few things 1) Quentin admits he knew about Weinstein and chose not to say anything just let women be sexually assaulted and 2) He enjoys saying the "N" word and 3) the movie, Hostel is deprived and beyond sick as fuck that either Quentin goes to these killing parties himself or knows of them personally which might have inspired him to direct a movie based on this sick shit. In the many films this man has directed he can never stop saying the "N" word which makes me want to slap the fuck out of him. Regardless of his ancestry, he is viewed as a white man but in my view, he is "white trash" with no respect for anyone so that might explain why he never stepped in when Weinstein was a rapist and child molester. Actually, many people are to blame for knowing this about Weinstein and refusing to step in and put a STOP to it. 

As for the women who were sexually assaulted, they are to blame because they allowed this predator to behave this way. All those women who are known to the Film Industry choose NOT TO SAY ANYTHING TO THE POLICE!!! All those women cared more about their crappy acting job and the reputation of it than STOPPING A RAPIST. It was only because two women came forward who not known at all in the industry dared to say something then the rest of the whores jump on the train, how easy for them. Now some of these bitches are making a big deal about with "VICTIM STATUS" it's a drama. For those people who stayed silent all these years and knew what he was doing and refused to come forward shows a lack of character and self-worth. You BITCHES care more about money than standing up for yourself. I'm not saying they deserved this treatment, but staying silent is a crime in itself. Don't try and play the innocent one now just because the other women came forward. It seems this movie industry is filth and perversion more than the pornography business.

QUENTIN MOVIE DIRECTOR HANGS OUT WITH RAPISTS BOTH ARE SICK FUCKS

What is it about the men in that business, everyone, all these fucked up people selling their ass and soul for money? Is this the true nature of the human race? White people being abusers and sexual predators never seems to stop. I thought the pornography business was fucken disgusting with pigs like Mike South he doesn't show his fat ugly face on his website but believe me when I say he is NOTHING TO LOOK AT HE IS JUST AS GROSS. I've met him he could be Tarantino's twin brother and as you notice the shit on the website, is all WHITE TRASH! The Adult Business is fucken gross and abusive which I will speak on at a later time, but why I pick on this shit director because his behavior is absurd, and directing movies such as "pulp fiction" it was obvious to me that this man didn't become a director because he wants to express his creativity, no its to express his abuse and disgusting animalistic behavior through cinema. 

The racist abusive behavior that legally protects him all in the name of "it's a movie". As for the movie HOSTEL, seriously went into overdrive when I watched it for the first time. WTF!!!! DOES HE GET OFF OR WHAT? How and where do people get their ideas for a movie? The mind and their imagination will run wild and come from experience and people they know about. Otherwise, why would someone think about rich people torching and murdering innocent human beings? Why are white people a threat to the human race? What is it about white people who want to kill and harm other people? Did anyone notice the people being killed in the movie Hostel, where women and men of color are tortured and killed? I didn't notice anyone who was white being killed but the sick fuck doing the killing was white (not American). This brings me to one interesting observation when Quentin directed DJANGO from the WEINSTEIN COMPANY, of course, he asked one question? Why don't they kill us? Meaning people of color. Let me answer that for you, it's not that people of color don't have the impulse because I would love to break your fucken neck, it's because we as people of color are more conscious of our "actions". Value human life more than you FUCKED UP WHITE PEOPLE DO! That is why, you SICK FUCK, PIECE OF SHIT? I do not feel sorry for the women who chose to be silent!

HARVEY WEINSTEIN IS A CONVICTED RAPIST AND CHILD MOLESTER

BEING A MIDDLE CHILD GROWING UP

BEING A MIDDLE CHILD GROWING UP - ANGRYGIRL FEMINIST.COM
Advantages and Disadvantages - Being a middle child has its advantages and many disadvantages. I didn't grow up in a religious or traditional family, but that wasn't a problem at least not for me. It's actually a blessing. Many people would stereotype me, assuming I did because people just love to assume and judge a book by its cover. The "white man" doesn't own America, he only thinks he does, as so many whites choose to ignorantly assume. Only the Native Americans are true Americans and Indigenous people who were on this land living free until the white man decided to slaughter, rape, and murder my ancestors. Unfortunately, I was whitewashed so therefore my culture has been stripped. Nevertheless, I grew up in a small town with many options and choices I never knew I had. The reason this happens is because of our structure in society, favoring the white race and abusing people of color with stigmas, add the hate and drugs with so many other barriers, it separates and keeps people of color down. Now that I've grown older, it took years to realize my self-worth and human value, which I now possess. 

BEING A MIDDLE CHILD GROWING UP
Although my parents were liberal in many ways, at times they could be understanding, and at other times I think it was just hard for parents to know how to discipline their kids and make the right decisions. Once upon a time, I was daddy's girl until the day his son took my place. I was quickly pushed aside, which is a disadvantage. Yet growing up as a strong-willed, strong-minded independent woman today is an advantage as I needed no one's approval. Over time my strong personality grew and so did my resentment toward the enemy. The eldest son was a pathetic excuse of a male sperm, a loser who was weak-minded, fat, and lazy. As time moved on, this insecure, immature prick was terrified of me and that was an advantage. This is what my discovery of being a middle child was all about. 

Favoritism - nothing is worse than noticing when a child is placed on the highest shelf and all the other kids are on the sidelines. Parents are too blind to realize it hurts, when making the same mistakes as their parents did, so what does a kid do? A kid will rebel or act out and seek attention any way they can get it. Which, this can be a disadvantage, when getting in trouble.

Of course, when that didn't work resentment was my only ally, and as I grew older so did many hard lessons that impacted my life. Those hard lessons helped me to grow into an independent person and sprout self-reliance, but it takes an entire life to fully understand everything. As I began to grow up, I realized I could always depend on myself, which was comforting. Remembering those moments when things went missing or broken, I was never asked what happened? Only accused that I must have done it. I was the irresponsible one, and the blame was shifted on me. It seemed I could never escape from being blamed for many things gone wrong in a house full of kids, this was a disadvantage. 

Family and Resisting Conformity - Parental indifference is what I like to call it when your parents treat one kid differently from all the rest, in how the parent speaks and approaches that favored child compared to the rest of the kids. However, since I was my father's only biological daughter, he made it rather clear my presence wasn't as important as his first son, a disadvantage. During my years of growing up, I encountered many struggles to find my voice, with two wicked step sisters trying to control me and telling me what to do, disadvantage. And the younger brat gaining approval without lifting a finger. 

There were times I questioned what I was being told and demanded an answer, I was usually shut down since no one knew the answer. I later realized I shouldn't blame my parents for what they didn't know or had NO answer to. (Also as a woman, I observed my parents repeating the same mistakes their parents made with them). As I haven't forgotten the stories. At the time of not having a voice and feeling oppression in the home, which has ties to racism, people never understand this. My strong personality was something my parents weren't prepared for, and this was another reason I was shut down or ignored most of the time, but it's an advantage to knowing myself and what I can do without the need of others. 

Being Held Prisoners - Being a middle child and lacking my father's affection with too many kids to share space with, I learned to survive with the skills of manipulation. My family had their own way of thinking, and I started to develop mine, different from theirs. I had nothing in common with anyone. Nothing in common with my wicked stepsisters. I had a lot to learn in life, as everyone does, my rude awakening came much later. Being a middle child as you grow up, you begin to think outside the box. Family conformity is similar to false government, forcing me to be at their will and knowing it doesn't fit. Fast forward to now, I am a mother of three, but the syndrome of being a middle child never leaves, it stays dormant. So I was mindful of my parents' favoritism and the scars it left behind and I did my best not to repeat the same mistakes with my own children. Those memories of being blamed if my little brother got hurt,   which was most of the time, only added to the resentment. I later realized this resentment was familiar and dormant until something I witnessed awoke it. 

I recall my father's friend Felix treated his daughter the same way I witnessed Doreen's punishment when her younger brother hurt himself in our backyard. Why was it her responsibility to look out for her younger siblings, as if she were the parent? Why was it mine? I never asked my father's favorite son to be born. For some reason, we girls were being held as prisoners to our younger siblings' mishaps. It may be due to the ignorance of men expecting the females to tend to younger chicks no matter what rank we had in the family. I will admit I needed discipline and education, being a brat, my parents were not strict when it came to authority. I was given more than I may have deserved but I did work hard unlike Tonia who never worked and used everyone to support her ass, although this bitch had a husband.

Hand Me-Downs - Everyone has their peeves and I have mine, hand-me-downs being one of them. My mother bought me many nice things, but I was influenced by the commercials of name-brand items, like Jordache Jeans. Now I realize they're not that special, especially since manufacturers lie and cheat on consumers. No matter what, I wouldn't wear second-hand clothes, plus my wicked stepsister's taste was a modern defect. All families have problems just as ours had our share, we just needed some education and wisdom. My parents were very hard-working people, especially my mom, who worked her whole life until she retired. Regardless, I just couldn't cave into second-hand clothes, so to make things less expensive I kept my wardrobe to a minimum of blue jeans and sneakers with simple cotton shirts. Interestingly enough, my step-sister Tonia borrowed a few nice dresses from me,   refusing to give them back. They weren't second-hand but they were mine. 

I worked and paid for what I had, another peeve of mine, allowing people to touch my things and wear my clothes, which I never should have agreed to, but Tonia has a way of using people. Plus this bitch had a husband who couldn't afford a fucken thing, not even the house they live in now, since he stole it from my father. I loved my parents, they were good, hard-working people. They have taken the time to know this middle child of theirs. They didn't know me and resented me as I grew older, because I spoke out more than they cared to hear. I can't blame my parents for what they didn't know, acceptance is key. I had a good childhood and nice home to live in, and working parents. When I look back on it now, being a middle child wasn't so bad regardless of the many scars I received along the way. So a message to all those parents with a middle child, acknowledge that child. If you point your finger at placing blame, they may resent you for it and won't be there as you grow old.