A sea of violins for the poor hurting woman-abusers

By Amanda Marcotte
Tuesday, July 13, 2010 22:04 EDT
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Every time I hear or read an excuse for Mel Gibson or Roman Polanski, I immediately flash to this song in the movie “Run Ronnie Run”.


I thought that my home was my castle
With no one scrutinizing me
No pigs, no lyin’ bitch, no hassle
Y’all are brutalizing’ me
Can’t a man not drink his beer in silence?
Can’t a man not crudely lie and scream?
Can’t a man not control his bitch with violence?
Y’all are brutalizing me

What’s your problem, Whoopi? I used to think you were cool.

Amanda Marcotte
Amanda Marcotte
Amanda Marcotte is a freelance journalist born and bred in Texas, but now living in the writer reserve of Brooklyn. She focuses on feminism, national politics, and pop culture, with the order shifting depending on her mood and the state of the nation.
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