http://judgybitch.com/2016/03/29/what-is-the-feminist-rape-end-game/
It seems that every single day brings a new insanity level to the feminist ‘conversation’ about rape and sexual assault. There’s Jackie, the famous UVA rape hoaxer and Emma Sulkybitch who got a little Aryan fever and didn’t take being rebuffed all that well. Then there’s the man expelled from college for sexually assaulting the woman who decided to engage in sex with him while he was blacked out. The Captain of the Yale basketball team has been suspended after this series of events:
And of course, there’s the Jian Ghomeshi verdict, which has feminists engaging in lynch mob hysterics.
All of these cases have led me to ask: what is the feminist end game when it comes to rape? Let’s consider for a second the implications, had all of the aforementioned ‘rapes’ fallen in feminism’s favor.
So Jackie was able to dismantle an entire fraternity based on a completely fabricated allegation of gang rape. Let’s assume she had won, and the courts held that disbanding the fraternity was the right and proper thing to do given the terrible rape that took place. So now what? What are the options for fraternities or even groups of men who share housing, given that any woman can make up horrific stories about violent sexual assaults and the men will be held liable? Clearly, the only solution will be to strictly limit the spaces to men only. It’s a return to the era of private clubs segregated by gender, particularly if the activities in the club involve the consumption of alcohol
So, we’re back to Gentlemen’s Clubs and women are shut out of the networking and relationship building opportunities afforded therein. Smart move, ladies.
Emma found her German classmate Paul terribly attractive and while he seemed perfectly contented to leave her in the friendzone, Emma was insistent. They had sex a number of times and she moaned about her love for him on social media, but it appears Paul found the charms of Emma entirely resistible beyond some crass physical pleasure.
Oh dear.
Emma didn’t take to that very well. We all know what happened, with Emma increasing her hysterics as Paul carried on not being in love with her, and quite possibly much worse. One can forgive Paul, I think, if he occasionally hoped a city bus might go astray and land on a stolen mattress. Had Emma won her case, it would have a victory for women scorned everywhere.
And then what?
Men would have to understand that if the lady he enjoyed getting to know in the Biblical sense became attached in an emotional and romantic way, failing to live up to her expectations could result in a rape charge. No sane man would ever engage in sex with a woman he wasn’t prepared to form a long term attachment to. It’s a perfect reversal of the traditional gatekeeping of sexuality performed by women. Under traditional sexual norms, men would have to prove their devotion to women before women would allow access to sex. Under feminist sex, it would be the complete opposite. Women would have to prove to be worthy of sustained romantic interest before a man would ever consent to have sex with her. The only way to catch a D would be to be girlfriend material.
How interesting.
The blacked out drunk guy confirms that feminists want men to understand that even when they are preyed upon by slutty women, they will still be held accountable for any sex that happens, even if they are blacked out. Clearly, feminists want a world in which men understand that there is no safe moment to be alone with women. The correct time to trust women sexually, and expect them to behave as adults is never. The only sane response from men is to severely restrict their contact with women, particularly if any opportunity for rapacious women to take advantage of men is present. This is Nathaniel Hawthorne territory: women as lust-crazed beasts who must be contained and tamed, and if men fail to do that, the men will be charged with rape.
That ended well for Hester Prynne.
Ghomeshi makes it clear that if successful and wealthy men refuse to share their assets with women who feel entitled to them, that man will be charged with sexual assault and hauled through the courts. Had the judge found Ghomeshi guilty as charged, how many nanoseconds would it have taken his accusers to file a civil suit in pursuit of monetary damages? The feminist hysterics over Ghomeshi indicate this is precisely the outcome feminists were hoping for: in cases where men have assets women would like to access, and the rich man seems in no hurry to wife up, women can access the assets through the rape narrative. Sane men will understand that the only women he should even consider having sex with are those equal in wealth and status to himself, but with all the attendant dangers of bored, attention-seeking, scorned or slutty women still in effect.
Sad news for gold diggers.
To recap, feminists would like to be able to charge men with rape:
Just because
Because he didn’t love them back
Because the women were slutty
Because he wouldn’t share his money or fame
It’s kind of interesting, because in demanding this level of control over men and sexuality, feminists are actually encouraging a return to the days of chastity, virginity and sex segregated spaces that allowed for minimal distractions of a sexual nature (unless you’re gay, but that’s a different story). The difference is that if feminists succeed in harnessing the courts to do their bidding (which seems unlikely), it is men who will control access to sex. Only women who have something of value to offer will be considered by men, given the consequences of choosing a woman poorly.
That’s kind of hilarious, really. Those of us who already cultivate qualities, skills and personalities likely to appeal to the kind of men we wish to attract are unaffected by such shenanigans. The empowered sluts who don’t need no man may find their world increasingly arid and parched of solid – ahem – structures.
Stock up on batteries, ladies.
And expect to find your missing self-esteem somewhere other than the football Captain’s bed.
Vindictive sluts are way more trouble that they’re worth.
Lots of love,
JB