By Olivia Pierson
A few years ago, when my 90 year old grandmother was still alive, I told her to make
sure she kept her ground floor windows shut to discourage any intruders so that she
wouldn’t get raped. “Pfft!” she sniffed, then smiled. “Chance would be a fine thing!”
Did she want to be raped?
Of course not, it’s called a sense of humour. Sadly, the peecee social engineers don’t have one, and listening to them try to engineer a public perception of a rape culture defining New Zealand is just tedious – and dangerous.
It’s particularly dangerous to men and boys.
I will say right at the outset of this piece that in my eyes rape is a heinous, brutal crime. If any male raped one of my loved ones, male or female, I’d want to kill them with anything I could get my hands on, and probably would. There are no excuses for that evil deed (though if some little hussy pulled her panties down in front of a horny man and bent over the table saying “comeon” – followed by, “no, just kidding,” I would probably consider it a mitigating circumstance).
In the aftermath of a couple of Wellington boys making the statement on social media: “If you don’t take advantage of a drunk girl, you are not a Wellington College boy,” precipitating a much media-hyped protest, I think those comments can be safely relegated to the world of edgy humour - much like my grandmother’s comment.
No rape was committed, no young girl’s life was ruined and I certainly hope the young lads who have been humiliated also have not had their youth spoiled.
Some University of Auckland psychology professor named Nicola Gavey drew some typically ridiculous long bows from this incident. In a recentNZ Herald article, she was quoted as saying this: “The thing with rape culture, is that it is embedded. We are socially training young people by setting up a gender hierarchy where, put simply, men are on top and women are on the bottom. We don't examine this and we don't think about the ways we are creating it right from kindergarten."
Ladies and gentlemen, feminist professors like Nicola Gavey are the reason why your lovely daughter went into a New Zealand university a normal, good-natured girl but came out an angry, complaining little minx with blue hair and a boulder on her shoulder. Gavey believes “our everyday behaviour creates a culture where acts of male aggression and entitlement are normalised to such an extent that it's easier to cross the line.”
Apparently in NZ, from kindergarten, the royal ‘we’ are all training our sons to act entitled, aggressive and superior to women. This is embedding a culture of rape in our children’s future. Ye gods, this is the stinking poop they are teaching at our universities. Is there any difference between these statements and the “all men are rapists” attitudes of Marilyn French styled feminism?
I’ll tell you what aggressive entitlement looks like... girls like Emma Sulkowicz. a.k.a “Mattress Girl” who probably went into Columbia University a normal and good natured girl before Professors like Gavey got a hold of her mind.
Emma accused a young man and fellow student named Paul Nungesser of raping her. Due to believing the feminist invented nonsense of a university rape culture, Columbia University supported Miss. Sukowicz and allowed her to carry a cumbersome mattress around with her every where she went on campus, a performance art display to protest “carrying the weight’ of being raped by a lad who was not automatically expelled. She claimed that Nungesser had anally raped her, violently choked her and smacked her about the head. News media, social media and every other form of media under the sun obsessed about this story. Nungesser, who always protested his innocence, had to complete his college degree under the intense scrutiny of the university’s investigation into the case – with the whole of America (and the world) watching and judging.
After opening a second rape crisis centre, as well as forcing compulsory “sexual respect” workshops on all Columbia students, Columbia University found that Miss. Sulkowicz made the whole thing up. She was not expelled. After being exonerated, Nungesser brought a law suit against Columbia University for abetting Miss. Sukowicz in her highly dramatic and internationally publicised lie, which frankly ruined his life at college. He did not win.
This case is not isolated, a whole slew of university rape accusations erupted around this time, remember the Rolling Stone article “A Rape on Campus”? It falsely reported a gang rape at the University of Virginia, claiming they were all in the thrall of a burgeoning rape culture. These assertions are the handiwork of gender obsessed feminists, for whom - and I’ll never know why, men represent some insidious, ever present threat.
There is no rape culture in NZ outside of gangland. That is not to say that boys and girls do not get raped, they do (and it makes me utterly sick that some bastards get away with it).
What does exist ubiquitously in the lives of our young people though (and it is not anything new) is a revoltingly cheap “hook up” culture, often accompanied by drugs, booze and oversexed baseness (these are the grandchildren of the Baby Boomer generation after all). The sex at least is mostly consensual, but an accusation of rape can follow from a girl who feels sexually used, or taken for granted, and who seeks to inflict some measure of vengeance (like in the case of Mattress Girl). By the time some of these girls even get to the tender age of twenty they’ve been on a hook up carousel of being screwed and dumped, screwed and dumped more times than the number of years they’ve been alive.
If the adult generation want to get to insightful discussions with young people about sex culture, they would be better off guiding them to develop a strong, authentic, tenacious Self to combat the pervasive pressure of constantly “appearing cool” - or worse - “pleasing,” in the eyes of their peers. Romantic love can be a minefield to navigate even as an adult, let alone a young person. What business ought teenagers to have with sharing themselves physically and intimately with another person when they are yet to develop a defined individual Self to share?
I just got tapped on the shoulder by the ghost of my dear grandmother – she just threw open the ground floor windows of her mansion in heaven before heading off to bed and she’s calling me old fashioned. (Just kidding... there’s no way she would’ve made it to heaven.)
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