(December 10, 2013 at 11:09 am)pineapplebunnybounce Wrote: Another thing people need to realize is because women are often told how to prevent rape, when rape or other types of sexual assault or harassment actually happens, they very quickly think about all the things they did "wrong". And that is a factor in why they don't tell people about what happened: they don't want to hear it from 30 different people and more importantly they don't want to hear someone saying, oh, well, you can't really blame the guy for that after what you did. There are other factors of course, but this definitely plays a role. You may think you know why they don't want someone to tell them they could've done something to prevent it, but until you've been told that yourself, you won't understand how horrible it makes you feel.
And the truth is, it's a horrible thing to say. Women are human too, we make mistakes, sometimes we forget to bring our phone with us, that doesn't mean we could've prevented it if we had a phone, do you know how easy it is to smash a phone? Women even get raped by their own husbands. How on earth do you prevent that? Most of the time rape is committed by someone who knows the girl pretty well. It just borders on ridiculous the things you have to do to "prevent" rape and in this reality all those precautions probably doesn't even significantly alter your chances.
How. Much they alter the odds is a matter of debate, and I think there are things that can alter the odds significantly. However anyone saying it is the victims faults is a pig, plain and simple. It is not the women's fault and nor should she think like that. And as for martial rape there is something you can do about that, expose Muslim marriage laws, as they are responsible for much of that (not all) of that phenomena. I also think that is the most disgusting form of rape besides pedophilia.
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To the last syllable of recorded time;
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Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
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