Stop Letting Melanie Martinez Off Easy Because She Is A Woman

Stop Letting Melanie Martinez Off Easy Because She Is A Woman

Rape is not exclusive to any gender.

Melanie Martinez, an American Electropop singer, has been accused of rape by her former best friend, Timothy Heller. Many of the responses I have seen to this news are extremely concerning. An overwhelming amount of comments on Heller’s post where she recalls the night that Martinez raped her were from Martinez’s fan base. They refused to believe Heller’s story and adamantly defended Martinez because they felt that they knew the “real her” and that the entire story was made up for attention. There were other fans that went as far to say that even if Martinez had raped someone, it does not matter because as loyal fans, they should support her through anything.

Being a fan of someone should never cloud your judgment. Celebrities have to be held accountable for their actions just as much as any other person. Martinez’s fans should not even be labeling themselves as fans anymore since it has now been revealed that she is a rapist. Continuing to defend her and say you will still be a fan only puts her in a position of power over her victim.

I was also a fan of Melanie Martinez. I thought her music was catchy and that her look was unique, but none of that mattered once I found out that she had raped someone. Heller’s story is much more important than any sort of connection I felt that I had to Martinez’s music. I understand that it can be difficult to let go of an artist that had a positive impact on your life, but her true colors have been shown and sticking your head in the sand will not change that. Attacking Heller because you do not want to believe her story is hateful and pathetic. No art is more valuable than the life of another person.

And to the people that felt high and mighty for never listening to Martinez’s music or becoming a fan of her, you are missing the point. You are not superior to the people that had been fans. Prior to Heller having the bravery to come out with her story, nobody knew that Martinez was a rapist. It was no one’s fault for labeling themselves as a fan in the past because everyone assumed she was just a nice girl that made good music. The only actions that matter is the ones that people take now. If someone still supports Martinez even though they know she is a rapist, then that proves that they are a horrible person and that they do not care about human rights at all. However, you cannot criticize people who were fans but then left her fan base after discovering the news. The only people that should be receiving backlash are Martinez’s fans that have been sending hate to Heller.

Heller’s account should be believed and met with an overwhelming amount of support. It does not matter that Martinez is a woman or that she is a celebrity. A rapist is a rapist and she should be punished. Sending death threats to Heller for speaking up solves nothing because it silences other victims and makes them fearful to ever come forward with their story.

The public needs to take Heller’s story seriously. A common belief is that rape can only happen if it is a man raping a woman, which is why so many people have been dismissing Heller's story. Rape is not exclusive to any gender. Just because we hear about men raping women the most does not mean that other cases do not exist.

I commend Heller for being much more courageous than I have ever been, and I hope she gets the justice that she deserves.

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11 Things Psychology Majors Hear That Drive Them Crazy

No pun intended.

We've all been there. You're talking to a new acquaintance, or a friend of your parents, or whoever. And then, you get the dreaded question.

"So what are you studying in school?"

Cue the instant regret of picking Psychology as your major, solely for the fact that you are 99.9% likely to receive one of the slightly comical, slightly cliche, slightly annoying phrases listed below. Don't worry though, I've included some responses for you to use next time this comes up in conversation. Because it will.

Quick side note, these are all real-life remarks that I've gotten when I told people I was a psych major.

Here we go.

1. So are you, like, analyzing me right now?

Well, I wasn't. But yeah. Now I am.

2. Ugh so jealous! You picked the easy major.

"Lol" is all I have to say to this one. I'm gonna go write my 15-page paper on cognitive impairment. You have fun with your five college algebra problems, though!

3. So can you tell me what you think is wrong with me? *Shares entire life story*

Don't get me wrong; I love listening and helping people get through hard times. But we can save the story about how one time that one friend said that one slightly rude comment to you for later.

4. Well, s**t, I have to be careful what I say around you.

Relax, pal. I couldn't diagnose and/or institutionalize you even if I wanted to.

5. OMG! I have the perfect first client for you! *Proceeds to vent about ex-boyfriend or girlfriend*

Possible good response: simply nod your head the entire time, while actually secretly thinking about the Ben and Jerry's carton you're going to go home and demolish after this conversation ends.

6. So you must kind of be like, secretly insane or something to be into Psychology.

Option one: try and hide that you're offended. Option two: just go with it, throw a full-blown tantrum, and scare off this individual, thereby ending this painful conversation.

7. Oh. So you want to be a shrink?

First off, please. Stop. Calling. Therapists. Shrinks. Second, that's not a psych major's one and only job option.

8. You know you have to go to grad school if you ever want a job in Psychology.

Not completely true, for the record. But I am fully aware that I may have to spend up to seven more years of my life in school. Thanks for the friendly reminder.

9. So you... want to work with like... psychopaths?

Let's get serious and completely not-sarcastic for a second. First off, I take personal offense to this one. Having a mental illness does not classify you as a psycho, or not normal, or not deserving of being treated just like anyone else on the planet. Please stop using a handful of umbrella terms to label millions of wonderful individuals. It's not cool and not appreciated.

10. So can you, like, read my mind?

It actually might be fun to say yes to this one. Try it out and see what happens. Get back to me.

11. You must be a really emotional person to want to work in Psychology.

Psychology is more than about feeling happy, or sad, or angry. Psychology is about understanding the most complex thing to ever happen to us: our brain. How it works the way it does, why it works the way it does, and how we can better understand and communicate with this incredibly mysterious, incredibly vast organ in our tiny little skull. That's what psychology is.

So keep your head up, psychology majors, and don't let anyone discourage you about choosing, what is in my opinion, the coolest career field out there. The world needs more people like us.

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Part I


The irony wasn't lost on her as she stood there. Her reflection was one she didn't recognize. Wild eyes traced the smudged words she'd written on the mirror and her throat constricted. Her mind was a flurry of motion as she stood motionless, daring not move should the reverie be broken.

It had all started a week ago. No, her mind screamed, stop lying.

She went back further.

It had been early fall, just last year, the first time they saw each other. She remembered the brisk autumn air tickling her ears as crimson leaves whispered past. Her favorite season had come early that year, and she was regularly late to class just to stroll past the maple groves on campus. Her professor rarely gave her a second, irritated look.

That all changed when she wasn't the only one running late.

They'd rounded opposite corners simultaneously, an unnerving mirror that had surprised them both. She'd recovered much quicker than him and entered the tiny computer lab with his shadow at her heels.

"Ms. Swift, Mr. Tanner," their instructor sounded peeved, "I trust you're both late for good reasons?"

She'd attempted to avoid his gaze as she slid into her regular seat. He'd turned on his heals, "I had a flat, sorry 'bout that." He shrugged broad shoulders.

The instructor pinned him with narrow eyes, "And you, Ms. Swift? Tree gazing again?"

She didn't have a reply, at least not an intelligent one. "I, erm, yes, I'm sorry. I lost track of time."

He wasn't amused as he impatiently began rolling up his sleeves, "Until you both learn respect for other people's time and energy, I must ask you to leave."

She'd been blind-sided. In all honesty, there hadn't been a day in the semester where she hadn't been at least 5 seconds late. "But, Mr. Sta-"

"Go, Kalei." He cut her off, "And you too Devon."

Fury mixed with sheer embarrassment had made her cheeks redden as she stomped from the room; she had almost felt the eyes prying into the back of her head as she left. The guy named Devon followed close behind her.

The psyche building's halls had been quiet as they emerged together and she tried to split away from him. She'd been surprised when a hand had grasped her forearm, and she turned. Devon filled her field of vision, a crooked smile splayed across his lips.

"Hey, sorry about that." he ran a hand through dark, curly hair, "I didn't mean to get you tossed out."

She blinked once, "I had it coming, don't worry about it." She turned to leave and was surprised when he fell in step beside her.

"So, uh, I know your name but not much else..other than you like trees."

"It's not the trees," she rolled her eyes, "the colors are what make them."

"Make them what?"

"Special." the word came out before she could think.

"I don't know many people who would be late to class because of trees," he laughed shortly, "I guess it takes a special person."

She'd cast him a sideways glance before slinking away, "Guess so. See you later."

Though it was just a pleasantry, he'd taken it seriously, little did she know.

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