A rich resource with potential to support courageous exploration among high school and college students. —KIRKUS REVIEWS
Following up Slut, her explosive 2015 play and guidebook for combating sexism and sexual violence, Katie Cappiello turns her perceptive eyes and ears to the lived experiences of young men as they try on sexuality and masculinity.Compassionate and piercingly insightful, this play and guidebook razes rape culture, interrogates traditional notions of masculinity, and breeds accountabilitywithout sacrificing boys.
The guidebook contains the play, an activist guide, and raw dispatches from teenagers and young men.
|Product dimensions:||5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x (d)|
|Age Range:||11 - 18 Years|
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Andrew: You saw it?
Nick: What do you mean?
Andrew: You saw the picture of Liz?
Nick: Well, yeah.
Nick: Someone sent it to me.
Nick: Why does it matter?
Andrew: I wanna know.
Andrew: Who sent it to him?
Nick: I don’t know, man. It’s just making the rounds, you know?
Andrew: How can you say that so casually?
Nick: Because it is casual!
Andrew: It’s not.
Nick: Man, she sent it to him!
Andrew: Meaning what?
Nick: Meaning your sister that you’re so worried about took off her fucking shirt and took a pic, and then she sent it to Ted. She knew what she was doing, man.
Andrew: She didn’t know he would share it with, like, the world.
Nick: How could she not have known that?
Andrew: I one hundred percent do not think she knew he was gonna do that.
Nick: Okay, well, ignorance isn’t an excuse.
Nick: Just ’cause she may claim she didn’t know what he would do—which I still don’t believe—doesn’t mean she’s exempt from the reality...the consequences or whatever. She sent something to him. Then it became his. And he did what he wanted with it. She put it out there. She made a choice.
Andrew: She Snapchatted it!
Nick: Right, and he took a screenshot. Sorry. She knows people do that.
Andrew: Why is it on her?!
Nick: Because she made the initial move. She wanted Ted to pay attention to her so she— (Andrew grabs him.)
Andrew: Shut the fuck up.
Nick: Yo! (Trying to push Andrew off of him and looking around at his fellow riders.)
Andrew: He’s the one who did the fucked up thing, though. (Really up in his face and shaking him.)
Nick: Dude, stop, we’re on the train.
Andrew: I don’t give a fuck.
Nick: Come on, you’re embarrassing yourself—
Andrew: You have her picture on your phone right now?
Nick: Seriously, stop grabbing me like this—
Andrew: Do you?
Andrew: You’re a fucking bad friend. Delete it now.