Now and again when I wander through the wonder that is the information super highway I am come across something that is signifies how wrong things have gone.
This piece falls squarely into that category.
It is titled “When Yes can mean No”. The young lady blogger tells us that sometimes when she says yes to sexual intimacy in fact she means no. Got that gents – Sometimes Yes can mean No. So I do hope that ‘Michael the Mind Reader’ is clued in.
The opening paragraph is thus: “… there was me, after a party, in a man’s dorm room. And there was “is this ok?” If we are being legal about this, I said ‘yes’—no coercion, no imminent threat of violence, no inebriation (well, not a lot, anyway). But what I want to talk about is what happened before I said yes, who taught me to say yes, why I thought it was better to say yes, and why I really meant ‘no.’”
What we have here is bad decision-making transformed into the offence of rape. A felony offence, as the writer herself indicates. An offence for which some time ago the offender could find himself dangling at the end of a hangman’s rope for committing.
The writer continues: “In discussing this experience with friends, we coined the term “raped by rape culture” to describe what it was like to say yes, coerced by the culture that had raised us and the systems of power that worked on us, and to still want ‘no.’”
This new phrase “raped by rape culture” is handy way of saying, I am not going to take any responsibility for my actions, and I will blame everyone else out there who ‘groomed’ me into saying yes, when I really meant no. I thought feminism was meant to empower young women and not turn them into blubbering wrecks.
She also tells us: “Sometimes, for me, there was obligation from already having gone back to someone’s room, not wanting to ruin a good friendship, loneliness, worry that no one else would ever be interested, a fear that if I did say no, they might not stop, the influence of alcohol, and an understanding that hook-ups are “supposed” to be fun.”
Let’s go through the above reasons as to why this writer felt an innate pressure to say yes, when in fact she meant no.
There is an obligation from having gone back to the room – who invented this obligation? Popular culture, I imagine. There was a time when American University dorms where single sex and members of the opposite sex were not permitted in the dorms after a curfew. But the liberals in the 1960s got rid of that because it was oppressive, and patriarchal – so go take your frustration out on them.
Not wanting to ruin a good friendship. Since when does friendship include the obligation to have sex? You need to find yourself some more friends, or perhaps watch When Harry Met Sally.
Loneliness – see above.
The fear that ‘No’ might not be respected. This was absorbed from all the feminists who told you that rape was rampant on campus, when it is not. But, and this is a big but, drunken hook-ups are rampant.
And that brings us to ‘influence of alcohol’. Alcohol does loosen inhibitions that is why many of us drink. Finally, and the biggie – ‘an understanding that hook-ups are “supposed” to be fun.’
And who, little lady, damsel in the stress, told you this eternal truth? Was it the conservatives or was it the liberals? I think you will find it was the liberals who have been selling this dud for quite sometime.
Social conservatives warned that the hook-up culture is not all it cracked up to be. That having intimate relationships are, well intimate, and you night want to think long and hard before you partake in them. But we were dismissed as buttoned up, pearl-clutching prudes who should get a life.
I am sorry for this girl, who feels she has been raped by a rape culture. She has been let down by the liberals who sold her a lie. She really should take her broken heart over to them. The line is getting long.
