The UVA Rape Story. Where I Will Finally Agree That There Is Such A Thing As "Rape" Rape...And This Wasn't It.

I have been struggling to avoid this University of Virginia rape story, along with Lena's lovely tail tale...but the apparent CAMPUS RAPE EPIDEMIC penetrating deep into the hallowed halls of higher education across our nation now seems to be fully accredited or something, almost like it's part of the curriculum. I mean, it's everywhere. And everybody's doing it. And Jackie got an A+.

Oh good Lord.

When I first head (Okay...I wrote head there instead of heard. HAHAHAHAHA! LOL!! If there is a time and place for a typo, that's it!) of the story, my immediate reaction was, "The poor girl. Probably stupid, but still, no one deserves to be gang raped. No. One. Ever."

For the record, gang rape is "rape" rape, Whoopi.

But then, the details began to get complicated, confusing, conflicting, or flat out impossible to believe or prove. Hmmmmm.....so my spidey sense went off. Rape is a serious charge that always brings with it a sense of immediate moral outrage from the rest of us. No matter WHAT the woman was doing, rape is always wrong. We can all agree on that. Unless, of course, she was doing it with a famous Hollywood producer and there were drugs and Vaseline involved.

But once a woman screams "RAPE!", even decades later, she becomes the unquestioned victim, her own moral or sexual behavior is OFF LIMITS and what might have been a humiliating episode brought on by poor choices and unrealistic expectations is suddenly transformed into a ticket to fame and admiration and a Medal of Honor.

So when the whole bloody, battered part of the story fell apart, I started paying attention. How do you survive a gang rape without being bloody and battered? Well, kittens, certainly the repeated sexual acts had to have been significantly less harrowing than first related. But still, seven guys in one night, one right after another, puts even Sandra Fluke to shame.

Then -- and pardon me for calling bullshit at this point -- I learned that our lovely heroine had not in fact been physically "raped" but had instead been "forced" to perform oral sex on these young men.

And that she didn't want to report it. Could provide no details. Frankly made shit up.
 
Here's what happened, IMHO. I readily admit that my assessment will sound calloused and unkind to many, but if there is one time when we must all look our culture right in the face and ask it to wipe its chin, this is it.

Our children have grown up in a society where easy, cheap, recreational sex, especially oral sex, is just part of the fun. However, the ugly truth is that -- no matter how much these kids are brainwashed that sex is nothing but a party game -- sex will always be a deeply intimate experience. So when it is debased to the point of stark vulgarity, all the misguided expectations that a stupid and confused young girl brought to a party years ago can be devastating.

No one really wants to admit this, and probably few will want to agree with me, but I am convinced that Jackie was a young girl who went to a frat house and got involved in "doing" a bunch of guys, thinking she was going to be the darling of the night and everyone's new favorite date. It was all fun and games until she realized...apparently before she got to #7 patiently waiting his turn, that her rendition of Monica Lewinsky was earning her about as much respect from the frat boys as it had earned the real Monica from our charming president, Slick Willie.

And Jackie was humiliated. And angry. And frantic to change the story to hide her complicity. And so a seriously stupid episode turns into a rape charge against a group of young men, who, while obviously demeaning assholes much like our former president, did not believe that what they were doing was "rape" rape.

And they were right. It wasn't. It was the reasonable result of decades of culturally acceptable sexual behaviors that our children are acting out and being destroyed by. While I seriously doubt that what Jackie suffered was rape in any real sense of the word, it was certainly soul-destroying and I do feel for the poor girl.

That's just my gut-level read on this whole thing. I have no evidence. I am only going on my instincts. I have seen/known plenty of women who think sex is the way to a man's heart. It isn't. It is always a painful lesson to learn. Jackie learned it the hard way.

And now, I suspect, she's going to learn that lying isn't much fun either.