Tracy Kornet's Blog

Senior night at Liberty Christian School, Lantana, Texas My girlfriend Susan said she saw a picture my daughter posted the other day and said to herself, "They are such a close family." I consider her words one of the world's greatest compliments.  It's been simmering in my head ever since. It's reminded me of what's truly important throughout this roller-coaster, emotional day. Vanderbilt had another rough game at 11am in Austin, Texas. This is not easy as a fan, much worse as a player or coach, and totally grieves you as a parent! Trust me. What I celebrate, though, is how Luke's big brother John was there in attendance. His big sister woke up early in Los Angeles to make sure she cheered on her best friend. I just got off the phone with Nicole, in fact. The description of her day is what inspired me to sit down and write. The girl is something else. Her UCLA team is playing out of state. As a transfer she can't travel with t...

I try to watch my language for a variety of reasons, the least of which is that my station could get fined, and I could get fired, if it happened on live television. So I am perplexed why people seem genuinely uncomfortable with my recent use of the P-word in print. P-U-B-E-R-T-Y. Really? This makes you uncomfortable? It got me thinking about the root of many of our most serious societal ills: how if it makes us wince, we just won't talk about it. Rape. Molestation. Sexual harassment. Sexual assault. Discomfort with these definitions--and confusion over what this feels like, and what to do next--only compounds the fear and shame. If it's male-on-male rape, some say it's even more perplexing to process. Your masculinity is questioned. Add the male physiological response--the fact a man's body responds to certain acts automatically, yes, even when he's being RAPED--and you can only imagine how confusing that must be. As a male rape victim told me last ...