Lumping random crap into the “rape culture” classification is all the rage with feminists lately (read Feminists: Calling Your Daughter ‘Princess’ Supports Rape Culture). We get it, according to feminism the woman gets to decide what constitutes rape because the uterus… or something. By the raging power of feminism, simply writing this post probably makes me an advocate of rape culture. Because my uterus isn’t being used for the powers of feminism… or something. As it stands, it’s no shocker that an online “women’s interest” magazine, Bustle, just dropped an article titled “I Didn’t Say No — But it Was Still Rape.” It includes a detailed account of the writer’s experience with “rape.” Not to be confused with rape, which is happening to European women thanks to Muslim migrants.
Here’s how the article starts:
“You OK? A boy asks me in the middle of consensual sex. “It hurts,” I tell him. “You want to stop?” He says without pausing. There’s a slight annoyance in his voice as he continues, “I’m really close.” I remember speaking this quiet, muffled answer: “Kind of”. I’m not sure why I’m starting to cry. When he sees me, he’s angry. Why didn’t I tell him I was crying, and why didn’t I tell him I was crying, and why didn’t I say I wanted him to stop? He feels weird now; he feels guilty.
No, it isn’t a joke. She’s 100% serious.
Okay, so the woman admits she didn’t say no. But if I hone in and channel my Uterine Feminine Powers of Perpetual Womanly Understanding, I think this woman expected the man, who is in the middle of sex and close to the climactic finish, to read her mind. Which, from the sounds of it, she wasn’t even sure what she was thinking and/or wanted. Conclusion: the man raped her.
This is why people hate feminists so much. To any feminist reading this: rape isn’t what is being described above. I can’t even believe I have to explain what rape is and what rape isn’t. That’s how far this line of non-thinking has fallen and it’s indicative of how much the feminist-victim prerogative has spiraled out of control. Everything is rape or rape culture now (except real rape culture). Don’t believe me? Check out more from the article…
“Is it rape if you ask to stop in the middle of having sex?”…”The first time he did it I did not give my consent, the second time I don’t know why I asked him to have sex with me,” another writes. “I don’t know if it’s considered rape anymore because of the second time” …”Rape” covers a multitude of experiences. In calling what happened to me, “rape”, it now has a name that takes the responsibility off of me and puts it on someone.
Rape = when a guy can’t telepathically guess what a woman wants when she doesn’t even know what she wants.
The easiest way to avoid this situation? DON’T HAVE SEX. At least until you’re mentally stable and can responsibly make that decision. Unless you’re a feminist. Then reason and responsibility are as foreign to you as fashion is to Hillary Clinton. Yes, I’m aware that joke is kind of sexist. Don’t care. Also, a warning to men: DON’T HAVE SEX WITH A FEMINIST. As soon as she says “I’m a feminist,” run fast. Do it now. Just go, don’t look back.
Yes, it’s very confusing, because it seems like plenty of feminists are horndogs who want to have casual sex and not be judged about it. They call it “slut-shaming” and they go on weird naked walks about it. Still others parade around their ta-tas on Topless Tuesday. Confusing? Yes. Still, avoid them like Lena Dunham avoids critical thinking. Also, watch this video…