If a woman goes home with five guys she met in a club, it's her own fault - right?
This wonderful phrase comes from the mouth of a friend whose opinion I value, and whose emotional intelligence I thought was high until this moment. The frightening thing for me is that this attitude is deep in the minds of many men and unfortunately also women. And not only in old white men from another time, prejudiced policemen or sexless mummy's boy - but in the minds of our friends, family, and neighbors.
Why am I to blame as a woman, because too many men obviously can't operate their dicks and brains? Must I, therefore, place every man under general suspicion? If, as a woman, I am to blame myself for my rape because I was naive enough to believe, that not every man I meet is a nasty, unfucked, impulse-driven rapist?
All right. In the future, I'm going to clubs and throwing myself at drunk men. Then I go to their house and steal all their shit. I mean, hey, it's his own fault. If he goes home drunk as fuck with a strange woman, he should know what happens. You should have seen the way this guy was dressed: Rolex, branded clothes, fat sunglasses. - He was practically begging to be robbed.
Would I get away with that argument in any court in the world? As a woman, probably not.