“Look at the nature of the crime. It is a crime that is a legal act that millions of people have every day that is only designated as a crime because of two states of mind:…
Her lack of consent, his awareness of her lack of consent. …All the evidence of rape is evidence of a legal act. Other than her testimony and his testimony, it is a very difficult thing to prove. It is a very difficult thing to disprove.”
From the “debate” (no time-limit, no formal rebuttal, multiple-interruptions, grandstanding, etc.) at approximately 47 minutes into this video: http://youtu.be/5z7nteHMPJ8
The problem with both “Rape Culture” and “Consent Culture” is that it attempts to define a negative, continuously, over time, and even after the fact. This is what I would call a serious passion killer and a call to arms in the battle of the sexes. Is that its true aim?
Feminists and gay rights activists decry the “government in our bedrooms”, but yet, isn’t this exactly the obvious trajectory of this movement? What will constitute the proof of absence of the withdrawal of consent? Since it is impossible to prove absence of anything, rape culture and consent culture merely fan the flames of gender-baiting. They are both therefore more aptly named, “Gender War Culture”.
Absence of proof is not proof of absence.-William Cowper (1731 – 1800)
Copyright 2014 Caprizchka
Update @Antigone Darling says: “Antigone Darling says: “I decided to go through the cancer machine. The thought of allowing these people to touch me was more than I could handle after some recent events that have left me feeling very insecure about my person. After posing in the machine (which was a difficult task for me, knowing what I was subjecting myself to) I was told that the TSA scum would have to “clear my torso.” I told her that the reason I went through the cancer machine was to not get a pat down. She said she would call her supervisor, give me a private screening, etc. I told her that I don’t let strangers touch me, I don’t want to cry in public or in private and that there is no way that she is taking me anywhere out of view.
Her supervisor comes over and says that she’ll handle me. She says that she must clear my torso. She makes me stand on a particular mat. As I’ve been dealing with her, I’ve scrunched up my shirt, demonstrating that there is nothing there. “Are you going to gut me to see what I had for breakfast?” At this point, I lift my shirt, exposing my belly. The look of horror/disgust on this perpetrators face… She is the one forcing herself on me and yet, I have somehow offended her sensibilities by exposing my skin. Seriously, fuck her.
I’m not exactly sure if this was when she threatened to call over a LEO. (She pronounced the acronym.) I confirm with her that she is only touching my torso and “consent”. Two male TSA scumbags stare at me as I let tears rolls down my face. I don’t bother to wipe them as they take all of my belongings and check EVERYTHING for explosive residue, or whatever.
They find my cash. The TSA scumbag calls over the most the perpetrator. I tell her that is less than $10,000. Much less. She loses interest in it at that point, does not inspect further.
When they’re done fucking with me, they all say, “Thank you.” “Have a great day.” “Have a great flight.” etc. I don’t look at them and I don’t speak to them. I know people have had worse experiences. This was mine…
Feminists take note – THIS is rape culture, not a crass joke at a party.”