I don’t take anything too seriously. It’s a bit of a life motto and it’s helped me navigate a lot of uncomfortable and mildly terrible situations. I usually spend my blogging hours being a sarcastic demon, because I realize I am but a very small fish in a very big pond and don’t presume to know best or to have the right advice or to know the right things to say.
However, occasionally, I’ll stumble upon something and I know it’s serious. And that it’s the best. This is one of those times. This post makes a remarkably complete, inarguably upsetting case about both the blatant and the insidious instances of rape culture in the United States and I am in awe of it.
As a woman who believe she kicks ass but who is still on high alert when walking anywhere alone and/or at night, I am proud that this post exists in the world. Please read.
The following includes descriptions, photos, and video that may serve as a trigger for victims of sexual violence.
Please be advised.
Someone asked me today, “What is ‘rape culture’ anyway? I’m tired of hearing about it.”
Yeah, I hear ya. I’m tired of talking about it. But I’m going to keep talking about it because people like you keep asking that question.
Rape culture is when a group of athletes rape a young girl, and though there are dozens of witnesses, no one says, “Stop.”
Rape culture is when a group of athletes rape a young girl, and though there are dozens of witnesses, they can’t get anyone to come forward.
Rape culture is when a group of athletes rape a young girl, and adults are informed of it, but no consequences are doled out because the boys “said nothing happened.”
Rape culture is when a group…
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