A barrister who specialises in rape trials has called for an end to girls getting hopelessly, drunk, having sex with people they hardly know, and then claiming they were raped. She said this regret rape phenomenon must be challenged.
Not really, that is not what happened at all. If she had said that she would be howled down by the feminists and run out of town.
Instead the barrister “urged students to change their attitude towards drink and casual sex, particularly the so-called “f*** buddy” culture in universities. “Young men need to learn that if a woman presents as drunk but gives all the signs, as they see it, of consenting, she can still say later that she was not fit to consent,” reported The Times on Saturday.
Alastair Cooke, 23, a third-year geophysics and geology student, was heading for a first-class degree from Durham University when he was accused of rape by a fellow student, also 23. At the end of a two-week trial at Durham crown court last month, a jury failed to reach a verdict on any of the three charges he faced. The trial was told that he had sex with the complainant after a party where she had had too much drink to consent. The Crown have decided not to pursue a re-trial.
Mr Cooke’s barrister also said “What happened to Alastair Cooke is every young man’s nightmare and we need a campaign to educate them. You cannot have a f*** buddy. It is about whether or not someone can give consent to have their body used in the most intimate act between two human beings.”
Fair enough to the barrister – she has done her job and as a matter of self-protection, I partly agree with her ‘advice’ given to young men. But it is interesting that it is all put on the shoulders of the young men. Young women it seems bear absolutely no responsibility at all for their wrongdoing, even if they claim to be raped when they were not.
What a delightful little campus culture the sexual liberators have given today’s generation. I wonder what the reaction would have been if the barrister had said ‘listen, young women, you cannot have a f*** buddy, it is just not civilised’.
Dear God, can you imagine the feminist meltdown. I have read that the charming development of the f*** buddy was the great liberating gift to young women. Turns out it might not be such a good idea after all.
If you dig a little deeper, you can see how Victorian it all is. It is up to the men to refuse any advances, to be essentially the protector here of feminine virtue. I cannot see this being a very successful plan.
If you raise a generation in a hyper-sexualised culture there is little chance of getting that particular genie back in the bottle any time soon.