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Officer JudgyBitch hunts down a potentially dangerous woman

21 Jan



[Updated to add: have received the picture taken 2013. Thank you.]


Sage Gerard aka Victor Zen is a man I consider both a personal friend and a colleague. He is the Director for Collegiate Activism at A Voice for Men and he initiated a men’s group and a men’s issues conference at his home school, Kennesaw State University. Sage is witty, a master of deadpan delivery, an outstanding student and a determined and steady advocate for the rights of men on college campuses.

This pisses the Women’s Studies crowd off enormously. Which is fine. Be pissed off. That is your right. What kinds of outrageous demands is Sage making? Well, for one, he would like the Women’s Resource and Interpersonal Violence Center changed into simply the Interpersonal Violence Center to reflect the fact that interpersonal violence is dynamic with men and women equally likely to be both victims are perpetrators.

Yes, Sage has made a despicable request that school services, paid for in part by student’s tuition fees, reflect the practice of equality. Sage would like to see both men and women acknowledged as equally worthy of care and consideration.

Obviously, Sage is a misogynist.

This is the stance taken by the Co-ordinator of the Gender and Women’s Studies program at KSU. Her name is Stacy Keltner. Were Stacy simply satisfied with calling Sage a misogynist and denouncing him, there would be no issue.

She is not satisfied with that.

Stacy, a professor with real power over students, even students not her own, has decided she will make Sage pay for his difference of opinion. You can read the longer version of the story here, but essentially Stacy called the cops on Sage,  claiming she feared for her safety. This is based on, and I kid you not, her belief that Sage fantasizes about hurting women. How in the hell she figures she knows what Sage fantasizes about is beyond me. Who wants to bet this chick has multiple copies of 50 Shades of Grey stashed around her house. What do you fantasize about Stacy?

Even this, as ridiculous as it is, is not what prompted this post. Stacy requested a police escort from her office, damseling and weeping all over the place about her two year old daughter, and she got the escort. The police report was dismissed as utter garbage, which it was.


Sage’s professor caught wind of the story and asked Sage if it was true that a professor needed a bodyguard owing to Sage’s threats against her. This is not at all funny and can have a serious, serious impact on Sage’s future studies and career. Sage’s supervisor knows him personally and cared enough to ask for details. Most people won’t. They will assume where there’s smoke, there’s fire.

Here is the big kicker. Sage has never met this woman, and has no idea what she looks like. He has never even seen a photograph of her. Her next logical step is to accuse Sage of assaulting her, and without knowing what she looks like, Sage will have no idea when he is potentially interacting or in the same vicinity as her. The police report describes her as 39 yrs old, 5’1, 105 lbs and blonde. Thin, short and blonde. That describes a fair number of people.


This is where I come in. I think it is vital that Sage at least know what she looks like. Using publicly available information, I set out to find a picture of Stacy Keltner. I have not hacked into any source, I have not used private information, I have not gone behind any paywalls to obtain this information. This is Google and putting the puzzles pieces together, and that is all.

A simple text search reveals something very interesting. Stacy was at graduate school the same time as Hillary Johnson, a woman who was brutally murdered in a random attack by a deranged psychopath who received the death sentence for her murder. Stacy and Hillary were friends. Further investigation reveals that Hillary had fought with a friend before she was murdered, and the relationship was never repaired. The friend was left to grieve and to live with the knowledge that her last words to her friend were unkind. Stacy is quoted in the newspaper article, but she is not the friend who testified at the trial. The entire faculty is described as being traumatized and in shock at the murder.

Is Stacy the friend who was mean to Hillary before she died?

I know there are several psychologists and a psychiatrist who read this blog, and I invite you to comment on this traumatic event in Stacy’s life. Could it explain her hysteria over the perceived threat from Sage? And more importantly, where is this likely to lead? Any speculations would be most welcome.

I came across a funeral notice in which Stacy was mentioned. She even commented, giving me the names of her husband, her parents, her children and much of her extended family. I searched down each one, and all of her colleagues to see if anyone of them had an image of Stacy on their social media. I saw many children, lots of wedding parties and newborn babies, picnics and trips abroad, but none had an image that matched the description of Stacy and none were tagged with her name. I searched through all of their followers to see if Stacy had social media accounts under a different name. I found her son’s Instagram account and searched his followers to see if Mom was keeping tabs on his activities.

She is not.

A curious oversight for a woman who seems deeply paranoid at best.

I then went into her academic career and I found this editor’s introduction written in 2011 about a new society formed by feminist philosophers called PhiloSOPHIA. Stacy appears to have gone on a mountain getaway in Monteagle, Tennessee to help create this society, which led to a journal of the same name. Using only Google and select keywords, I came across this image, taken in 2009.


The woman in the coral shirt caught my attention immediately. I decided to try and identify the other women and see if I could place them as colleagues of Stacy. I am extremely confident the woman in the plaid flannel shirt standing beside Stacy is this woman:

Her name is Kelly Oliver, and she is Women’s Studies professor at Vanderbilt University and on the Executive Committee of PhiloSOPHIA.


The editor’s introduction mentions her as the person extending the invitation, along with Stacy to discuss the project. The other blonde woman right in front of Stacy is likely this woman, although I am not as confident. Opinions most welcome.

Katherine Loevy

Her name is Katherine Loevy, and she is also from Vanderbilt University. Also on the Executive Committee for PhiloSOPHIA. The woman with short dark hair appears to be this woman.

sarah hansen

Again, I’m not 100% confident and I welcome your comments. Her name is Sarah Hansen. Here is another image of her for comparison.


Her CV is available on line and she was a teaching assistant at Vanderbilt from 2008-2010. Exactly the right time frame.

The woman most likely taking the picture is either Emily Miller or Emily Zakin. I was not able to identify the two younger women down front, but for me, the evidence is pretty overwhelming.

The woman in the coral shirt is Stacy Keltner.

I have forwarded this image to Sage, but I am still concerned because one of her Rate My Professor comments describes her as looking like “Kristen Bell.”

kristen rmf

Kristen Bell looks like this:


Stacy’s hair could be significantly longer or styled very differently at this point. Sage needs to know what she looks like now. I am asking readers to see if they can dig deeper into the legal internet and find an image – just an image – of Stacy, which I will forward to Sage.

To address those who would accuse me of “doxxing” Stacy, I will reply right now. Nonsense. Everything I have discovered is in the public domain. I did not reveal her children’s names or her entire extended family. She did that. I merely found it. Her colleagues and friends and family who have public Facebook and social media pages chose their own privacy settings. I did not sneak behind anyone’s settings.

This is about Sage and his personal safety. Given Stacy’s traumatic past, and her focus on amplified, exaggerated and dangerous masculinity, I am worried for Sage’s safety. If she truly suffers from the delusion that Sage is a danger, she herself could end up very dangerous. Sage needs, at the very least, the ability to identify Stacy Keltner in a crowd of people.

Finding this one image, which I only think is Stacy, on the balance of probability, is a start. We can do more.

Anyone who discovers a more recent image of Stacy Keltner, please email it to me at and I will forward it to Sage.

Lots of love,


Let’s talk about street harassment

10 Nov

By now, I am sure you have seen this video of a prissy white woman walking the “streets” of New York for 10 hours and being subjected to “harassment”. Those words are in quotations because it turns out that the majority of the people saying hello and other inanities took place on one street in Harlem. Princess has rightly been called out for racism and hysteria, forcing Hollaback to issue an apology. “Gee we had no idea targeting men of color would make us look racist”. Oh whatever. Nice backpedal there, assholes.

I’ve written about street harassment before, specifically from the racism angle but today I want to talk about something bigger than just the racial element, although that’s still a big part of it. What the Hollaback video, and indeed the entire organization and all that is represents does is contribute to a climate of fear. And not just run of mill, my Spidey senses went on alert fear, but full on hysterical, run away screaming fear.





Fear of what?

Of men. And of black men in particular.



Same shit, different feminists, right?

Interestingly enough, I had a feminist email me asking me to address the issue of street harassment based on her personal experiences. Originally, Lexi wrote to me that it was fine to use her full name, but I sent her back an email asking her to think that through carefully. Clearly, Lexi has never been the target of a social media harassment campaign by feminists, and had no idea how graphic, violent and vitriolic that kind of attack can be. I strongly suggested that she choose to limit her identity, and she agreed, asking to be called “Lexi M”. This is important, because even though Lexi has no personal experience with online harassment, she knew that it exists and it’s real.


So let’s talk street harassment. Does it happen? I don’t mean men saying hello or “hey baby, lookin’ good” – I mean full on terrifying street harassment that makes you concerned for your safety?


In my personal experience, it is exceptionally rare. I am fairly well travelled, and I have spent extensive periods of time (months at a time) in Greece, Germany, the UK, China and Australia. I have briefly visited Thailand, Japan and Mexico. In Greece, men made an odd hissing noise, the sound my mother used to make when the kitten would climb up the curtain, and it took me a while before I stopped reacting, but all I ever received from the men I looked at was a smile. Maybe a wave.



That’s it.

I was never even approached for conversation by an unfamiliar man in Germany, Japan or Australia, much less harassed. Mexican men often smiled or whistled, but in no way did I ever feel threatened. Thai people are affable and friendly to everyone, both men and women alike. Again, nothing even approaching harassment.

In China, if someone came up to me and started discussing my hair, clothing or any aspect of my appearance, it was invariably a woman. The first few times, I was rather taken aback until I grasped that the comments were always in the spirit of friendly advice. It is not at all unusual to have a Chinese woman say “you are only a little bit fat” and then have them launch into hair, makeup and diet advice. “You are only a little bit fat” is a Chinese woman’s way of saying “with a little more effort, you could be perfect!”. It is 100% a compliment, and I took it as such. It was never meant as an insult and it was certainly not harassment. I don’t think I took a single bus ride without having someone talk to me, proud to show off their English skills. It could get tiresome, but as a guest in another country, I prided myself on never being rude. I certainly never felt harassed.



The UK was probably the closest I ever came to experience anything that could be even remotely considered harassment. I spent a semester in Manchester. In 1996 the IRA detonated a bomb in the city center, essentially destroying an entire city block. When I went, the city was busy rebuilding into a modern metropolis with shiny glass buildings and all the same stores you find in any large metro center around the world.



Since I wanted to experience more of the “real” Manchester, I chose to live in a working class suburb called Levenshulme which was about an hour’s brisk walk from the Manchester Business School. The walk put me into daily contact with the regular people of Manchester and Fridays after work when the guys hit the pub, I would get chatted up.


Chatted up.


I got comments on my appearance and lots of men said “hello”. And that’s it. No one threatened me. No one pushed my boundaries. No one made me feel uncomfortable. No one acted like an asshole. For the prissy bitch in the video, this would undoubtedly have constituted harassment. For me it was a little Guinness inspired boldness that was a bit silly and bit funny and more than a bit flattering.


No matter what city I was in, no matter what country, what I never, ever felt was fear. This likely has a lot to do with the fact that I grew up with three brothers and all their friends. Coming home to find a bunch of teenage boys I had never met before sitting in front of the TV or running around the backyard was perfectly normal. Men and boys feel a lot like home to me. They don’t scare me. I am very familiar with the way boys and men are and how they talk and wrassle and take the piss out of each other, just as any man who grows up with three sisters will be very familiar with the ways of women.


I don’t fear men automatically and efforts to teach me to be afraid inevitably collide with my lived experience of men as just people with shorter hair and bigger arms than me. They are what they are. No big deal. I have no personal lived experience with men of color as I grew up in very white towns in Northern Canada but they are men first and no more threatening to me than any other man.


Here’s how I see it: if I see a rough looking woman on the street ahead of me I have no illusions about what kind of violence she might be capable of and I will cross the street over to where the men are. I need some clue other than gender to trigger a fear response. I would rather get on an elevator with a group of men in construction vests than a group of women who look like they slept in a dumpster. I am not generally a fearful person and it takes a strong signal to get me to react with fear.


I have also been hunting since I was a very young child. I shot my first duck when I was around 4 yrs of age and I have been chopping the heads off chickens since I was 8. The idea of helpless women is not one that I have ever been taught to embrace. I enjoy throwing knives and target shooting with a bow and arrow. I walk through my life entirely confident in my ability to defend myself. I suspect that demeanor is detectable, too, and I simply do not attract predators. Predators generally prefer the weak and fearful.


Let’s go back to Lexi M. She described episodes of street harassment that were breathtaking in their violence and cruelty. I have never experienced or witnessed or even heard anyone in my life describe anything even remotely similar. She recounts a time when a man threatened her as a young girl saying he would “rape her so hard her mother would bleed.”


Who the fuck says that to a preteen girl? Yes, that would have triggered a fear response in me, followed quickly by a strong desire to nock an arrow and take the fucker out. That’s straight up psychotic and unequivocally harassment. Based on my entire exchange with Lexi, she is not lying. Nothing about her came across as attention seeking or deceptive. She finds a lot in my posts to agree with and lots to disagree with, so I would ask you to give her the benefit of the doubt with me.


How often does that kind of horrifying harassment happen? Genuine question to my readers. I know that Hollaback would like women to think it happens all the time, or that saying “hello” or “looking good” exists on a continuum of abuse that ends with rape threats, but I don’t believe it. Sure I am familiar with men, I am not generally fearful or hysterical and I am capable of defending myself, but I find it impossible to believe I have walked thousands of miles through cities around the world and just by a stroke of pure luck never encountered this kind of harassment.


Bullshit. The person who said that to Lexi was a monster, and while monsters do indeed exist, they are rare. The whole point of feminist harassment campaigns is to create fear. To make women think men are monsters. Feminists turn the truism that all men have the potential to be monsters into an imagined reality that men are likely to be monsters, ignoring the fact that women can be monsters too and that a tiny risk factor is being amplified beyond all proportion.


Why is it being amplified?


Follow the money.


How many jobs depend on the widespread existence of rape, harassment, abuse and evil, evil men? How many feminist journalists and domestic violence shelter workers and feminist campaign managers and campus sexual assault managers would be out of a job if the truth that crime is declining and has been for decades was the loudest truth in the media?




Feminists accuse their critics of hyperbole when they are compared to Nazis but I am more and more convinced the analogy is apt. The whole street harassment conversation is designed to foment fear and hatred of men, and men of color in particular. We’ve seen it before. Is it so far-fetched to think we won’t see it again, if we give these women they power they crave? Thank god the Republicans wiped the floor with the “war on women” bullshit Democratic candidates, but it is a mistake to think this battle is over.


Let’s be clear: street harassment does exist. Lexi’s stories are evidence I will accept, without reservation. She’s not lying. I also think they are quite rare and treating men who are performing the social requirement of making the first move, which a whopping 93% of women in one survey expected and wanted as on par with genuine harassment is just a way to pathologize behaviors that women demand men perform.

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Check out how street harassment plays out when women think the man is rich and handsome.



What the fuck?


Does anyone else see the problem here? When feminists control the cultural narrative around things like domestic violence or rape or street harassment the same result invariably comes about: men are damned if they do and damned if they don’t.


It’s a no-win situation. Men are wrong no matter what they do. Women are always helpless victims who are right to live in fear. Both men and women are crippled while the professional feminists collect their paychecks and plan for …..


…. plan for what?  Where does this end?


I, for one, have no intention of seeing where it ends. It ends here. It ends now or as close to now as I can get. I will fight for men to get out from under an intolerable banner that proclaims them all violent, woman-hating animals and I will fight for women to gain the confidence and courage to see themselves as adults capable of navigating the world without cringing in fear.


Yes, there are monsters in the world.




Our best defense is one another.




Holla that back.


Lots of love,



I am so glad we are giving our money to a veteran’s hall

12 Jun

This video by Terrence Popp absolutely shredded me.  It’s a powerful tribute to men who have served and who come back to families torn apart and destroyed by divorce.  They are strangers to their children and enemies to the family courts.


I knew about soldiers with traumatic brain injuries and PTSD, and I wrote about that here, but I had never really considered the true impact of the  family/divorce angle.


How heart-breaking.  Who are these women, and why do they do this?  I can’t come up with any plausible answers, possibly because I have not experienced what it is like to have my husband deployed to a war zone, but it seems to me this was not the case when WWII soldiers returned.  90% of married WWII soldiers did not get divorced, surely?


What the hell, ladies?  You seem a lot like monsters to me.





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