Rape? Chance would be a fine thing!

Compared to all the snowflakes, Olivia Pierson is an ice crystal

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).

The fact anyone has to put a disclaimer on a rape op-ed that rape is abhorrent is already a sad thing.  Apparently, we can no longer take it as read that most people, almost all of us, consider rape to be something obscene.   How did we get here?  

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 and been 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?

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 my grandmother would’ve made it to heaven.)

The real thing that grinds my gears is that the generation of children that are snowflakes and are perpetrating this destructive idea that New Zealand has a rape culture are more our less our own children, or our children’s children.

Where the hell did we fuck up so badly to turn out these damaged people?

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 recent NZ 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.

I’m not convinced that the parents are off the hook here.

 

Olivia Pierson

 

 

 


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