‘Rape Culture’ and Feminism’s Sexual Exploitation of Women

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Are dubious claims about “rape culture” an attempt to create a scapegoat for the emotional dark side of promiscuity?

By Robert Tracinski

Cathy Young has an in-depth report in The Daily Beast exposing the latest highly publicized dubious accusation of rape—following quickly on the heels of the University of Virginia saga and Lena Dunham’s tale about being taken advantage of by a mystery campus Republican who seems to have no counterpart in the real world.

You may also have heard about Columbia University student Emma Sulkowicz. As a “performance art” project—and that’s a red flag if ever I saw one—she has been lugging around campus the mattress on which she claims another student raped her, as a symbol of the psychological burden she bears as a victim. She has declared that she will keep carrying it until her attacker is pressured into leaving the university. For this, she has been profiled sympathetically in national publications and invited as a guest to the State of the Union Address by Senator Kirsten Gillibrand, who has made a political crusade out of the supposed “epidemic” of sexual assault on college campuses.

Cathy Young simply allows the accused man in this case, long since outed as Paul Nungesser, to tell the story from his own perspective, with Young verifying his facts—a novel approach to journalism, I know. The results look pretty bad. A university hearing already thoroughly examined the case using a relatively low standard, looking for a “preponderance of evidence” rather than seeking to establish Nungesser’s guilt beyond a reasonable doubt. Yet they found Sulkowicz’s testimony not to be credible and cleared Nungesser of the charges. Two women who had been pressured to file corroborating accusations withdrew their testimony. Among the evidence are gushingly friendly messages sent to Nungesser by Sulkowicz for months after the supposed rape, asking for a “paul-emma chill sesh” to “talk about life and thingz” (be kind; the argot of your youth probably sounded just as insipid) and declaring, “I love you Paul.” When he complains that a party he’s hosting has too many guys, she promises to “be der w da females.” It’s an odd thing to offer to procure women for a party hosted by your rapist.

The safe route for journalists is to say that maybe something really did happen and nobody can really know. But given that Nungesser was officially cleared by Columbia in a hearing that was pretty much primed to find him guilty, I think we’re entitled to say that Sulkowicz’s claim didn’t hold up.

The giveaway, really, is that she decided it would be “too draining” to pursue the case with the police—and then she literally carried a mattress around with her for more than a year and made a public spectacle of her victimhood. I suspect that the only burden she really feared was the burden of proof.

As for the defense that “there is no such thing as the perfect victim”—well, could we at least have a halfway decent victim, one who acts in any way as if she has been victimized? The mantra that “there is no perfect victim” is used, not to explain away a few discrepancies in the alleged victim’s account, but to explain away all of them. Its actual meaning is: there is no such thing as exculpatory evidence for the accused.

Again, Sulkowicz gives the game away. Here is her response to Young’s article:

“It’s an awful feeling where this reporter is digging through my personal life. At this point I didn’t realize that she’s extremely anti-feminist and would do this in order to shame me,” Sulkowicz said, noting that she feels Young has “written other articles supporting the rapists and making survivors look unreliable.”

The links to those “other articles” are to another case where there was strong exculpatory evidence in favor of the accused, which was ignored in campus proceedings—and to an article about the UVA rape hoax, which is now widely acknowledged as a complete fabrication.

But you can see the standard at work here: the only people qualified to report on the issue of rape are those with the right ideological commitments who agree never to report the accused man’s side of the story. I can see why Sulkowicz might want to establish such a standard. I just can’t see why the rest of us would agree to go along with it.

As Caroline Williamson concluded in an op-ed for the Columbia student newspaper, “The mistake we’ve all made has been substituting belief in an ideal with certainty about a specific case. There was never enough evidence presented to the public to expel Nungesser from school or convict him in court, so there should not have been enough to convict him in the media.”

Aside from the damage done to young men who are falsely accused, this is yet another disaster for actual rape victims, who are continually being “represented” in the public debate by dubious “victims” who are seeking attention or self-promotion. One of the worst things about the University of Virginia case, for example, was that it completely eclipsed news reports about an actual serial rapist and murderer stalking Charlottesville, who was responsible for the deaths of two students in the area, Morgan Harrington and Hannah Graham.

When accusers can receive attention and adulation for their bravery while having to do nothing to prove their case and actively being shielded from any scrutiny, this is an engraved invitation for those who, for whatever reason, are seeking attention and sympathy for a trauma they never suffered. And those with the most garishly embellished tales—gang rape on a bed of shards of broken glass!—or those who are most eager for public attention will tend to rise to the top.

This does enormous damage to the cause they nominally represent. The immediate beneficiary of these cases is probably Bill Cosby, who has had dozens of women come out accusing him of drugging and raping them, with corroborating testimony, and who continues to insist that they are all making it up. The damaged credibility of fake victims tends to undermine the credibility of real victims.

But here’s what’s interesting about Sulkowicz’s case. If we strip away the ideological claims and go back to the evidence (also see Cathy Young’s report on the case at Brown University), it fits a pattern. These are cases where two young people have an existing sexual relationship, usually one that’s “casual” or on-again, off-again. They sleep together and the young woman acts, for a while, as if everything is fine and they’re still friends. But later she comes to decide that she was raped.

The key is the dubious notion that the young woman somehow figured out, some time after the fact, that she was assaulted. We get lines like: “Natalie did not come to see her relationship with Nungesser as abusive, or their sexual relations as non-consensual, until ‘months after their breakup.’” Or: “some women do not even realize they have been abused.” Coercion is physical force. It is blunt, it is physical, it is perceptual. Would you know it if you were being mugged? But what is being described here is having negative feelings about something in retrospect, and there’s a very different word for that: regret. What these women are really expressing is regret for sexual encounters they wish they had not engaged in.

I have observed before the weird juxtaposition on campuses of a flamboyant, baroque version of the Sexual Revolution—alongside a strict neo-Victorian prudery advanced under the banner of feminism. But perhaps it’s not a contradiction. Perhaps the one phenomenon is an answer to the other. Dubious claims about “rape culture” are an attempt to create an all-purpose scapegoat for the emotional dark side of promiscuity.

College campuses have long since been taken over by a culture in which casual sex with acquaintances is considered normal and where slightly outré sexual experimentation is strongly encouraged, all of it spurred on by alcohol, which figures prominently in most of these cases. But it’s clear that some young women are not psychologically prepared for this. They have casual relationships and hookups, but then feel regret and emotional trauma when the experience ends up being emotionally unsatisfying or disturbing. Then they are encouraged, by the feminists and “rape culture” activists, to reinterpret the experience as all the fault of an evil man who must have coerced them.

It’s a system which systematically preys on and exploits the emotional vulnerability of young women in order to use them as publicity fodder for an ideological agenda.

No More, The NFL’s Domestic Violence Partner, Is A Sham

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An excerpt from THIS article: http://deadspin.com/no-more-the-nfls-domestic-violence-partner-is-a-sham-1683348576

The brands have spoken, and they want you to know that domestic violence and sexual assault are bad. In fact, the brands not only think they’re bad, but have a theory as to why they persist: the issues of domestic violence and sexual assault don’t have a strong enough brand. So, to help get America talking about these issues, the brands created a brand, and partnered with other brands to promote this brand. And this is how No More—a more or less imaginary brand made by brands to help domestic violence and sexual assault with their brand problem—came to be.

It’s no wonder Roger Goodell and NFL owners ran to No More with open arms when their $10 billion sports enterprise was faced with a serious public relations crisis, the culmination of years of paying little thought to players accused of domestic violence. No More was the perfect fit for a brand with a problem. So it came to pass that the NFL, as part of its anti-domestic violence initiative, partnered with a branding campaign co-founded by one of its crisis-management consultants and, this past weekend, ran an advertisement for it before the biggest audience in American television history.

Before going further, let’s acknowledge a difficult part of this discussion: domestic violence and sexual assault are horrific and almost unbelievably widespread, and any help in the fight against them is welcome. What No More sets out to do is good. Still, this is the beginning of a story we’ve all seen before with Pinktober, LIVESTRONG, and even the incredibly important but eventually coopted AIDS ribbon. What begins as a push for change becomes an invisible force telling us that we must buy specific items and wear certain logos so we can feel better about ourselves, and if we go along, we do so not because we care but because we don’t want to feel left out. What good this does for people in need of help isn’t always clear, but it’s great for the brands, because all they have to do is slap logos on a few products and/or advertisements and throw a few pennies to charity to make themselves seem socially conscious. These logos are an embodiment of magical thinking, promising that you can do good without having to actually do anything. They’re shams, basically. Now, we’ve got another one.

How No More began

No More, the latest entry in the great American tapestry of brands saying they care,started in 2009—or at least talk about starting it began in 2009. Virginia Witt, director of No More (the small group doesn’t have any full-time professional staff), said that’s when domestic-violence and sexual assault groups decided to “radically change how these issues are seen and addressed, and in doing so brought together dozens of leaders from the prevention field, along with experts in marketing, communications and branding.” The problem, they decided, was that these issues had a brand problem. The solution? Make a logo for them. From Witt (emphasis mine):

The idea was to give domestic violence and sexual assault something these issues had never had: a unifying brand. The idea to bring these two movements together came from the interconnectedness of the issues. Intimate partner violence, as defined by the CDC, includes both, and very often they are experienced together. And so after a year of planning, hours of donated volunteer time and consultation from leading creative experts, research and focus testing the NO MORE brand was developed in 2010 and 2011.

The logo was created pro bono by Sterling Brands, who’ve done brand work for Procter & Gamble, Nestlé, Disney, Bayer, Google, Visa, Time Warner, and Pepsico. Sterling Brands’ website says it does three things really well: brand strategy, brand design, and brand innovation. They certainly sound qualified to create a brand, and they did. It was unveiled in 2012, but because this was something created by and for brands, who by definition love public relations, there was also an official public launch in March 2013. So, from start to finish, it took about five years (and the doubtless valuable work of a number of marketing professionals) for the brands to give domestic-violence and sexual assault prevention efforts a brand so that we could support the fight against them better.

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When I sent Witt a list of questions about what exactly No More is and what exactly it is they do, her response mentioned the AIDS ribbon and the fight to raise awareness of the virus three times. The AIDS ribbon, she told me, was their model. So it may be worth revisiting the first big moment for the AIDS ribbon, which was not given an official public launch after years of research and focusing testing, but crashed the Tonys after being created in a few weeks by a group of artists who gathered in a shared gallery space in New York City because they just had to do something. From The New York Times:

EVERYTHING was, at first, handmade. Painters, curators, museum administrators, they stood at work tables in a costume studio crafting their memorials. Some cut the narrow red grosgrain from spools; others folded the strips of fabric and stitched gold safety pins to the backs. They talked all the while, caught up with each other as at a quilting bee, tedious and comforting. And amazingly efficient. After four and a half hours of elegy and dish, that first bee last May produced 3,000 ribbons, enough for the satin lapels and glittering bodices at the Tonys a week later.

Consistency had not been a priority. Jeremy Irons’s came out looking like basset-hound ears; Willa Kim’s was the size of a pinkie. But they were enough alike to make a statement; the question was, what statement? Viewers of the telecast were never told that the pert red inverted V’s were meant to symbolize awareness of AIDS; and so, in their debut, the ribbons actually came to symbolize ignorance of the awareness of AIDS. It was not the last of the ironies.

Who is behind all this?

No More describes itself as a “non-profit project” of Mariska Hargitay’s Joyful Heart Foundation. (Asked to clarify what that means, Witt said, “NO MORE is non-profit project in the sense that it is a project of the Joyful Heart Foundation, a non-profit organization.”) Everything that comprises No More, though—their logo’s trademark, their webpage, their funding—comes back to corporations. When I asked who is paying for No More, Witt told me it’s supported by the corporations listed on their homepage—Viacom, Prudential, Allstate, Verizon, and so on. Their trademark and web domains are owned by Kate Spade, a company known less for charity than for $358 purses that exude a certain WASPy charm. And it was co-founded by Jane Randel, a former senior vice-president with Kate Spade whospecializes in “reputation and crisis management,” “corporate rebranding,” and “cause marketing campaigns.”

Jane Randel is now an NFL consultant, brought on during the public relations crisis caused by the league’s poor handling of several prominent players accused of domestic violence; she signed the post-Super Bowl email sent out to those who signed the group’s online pledge to say, “No more.” It’s a telling set of of relationships. No More is a brand created as an extension of other brands, and has come to prominence at a time when its co-founder, a specialist in using marketing tactics to change the reputation of brands and make them seem socially conscious, found herself with a client in need of precisely these services. It’s all the more telling given that No More doesn’t seem to actually do anything, aside from existing as a brand.

What do they do?

The most confusing thing about No More, which describes itself as “an awareness symbol and movement,” may not be that it doesn’t seem to do anything, but that it doesn’t even purport to do much in particular.

“Our role,” the group says, “is to raise awareness … and attract more resources and support for our partner groups.”

How much awareness they’ve raised is unknown and unknowable, but attracting resources and support for domestic-violence organizations is a concrete goal that should lead to measurable results, good or bad. This, though, was the response I got when I asked Virgina Witt to estimate how much money No More helps direct to domestic-violence nonprofits:

We don’t have an exact total of how much money and support has been generated for the field because of NO MORE. But as more celebrities, brands and advocates get behind it, and the profile of NO MORE continues to go up, we are confident that it will continue to be seen as asset to them. The symbol was created with the support of two dozen domestic violence and sexual assault prevention organizations who are using NO MORE in all kinds of ways. Some have developed their own NO MORE products – lapel pins, clothing, and jewelry – that they sell to make money that supports their work. Others have used NO MORE as the branding for consumer engagement events to raise awareness and support in their communities. Every person coming to NO MORE’s website is directed to our partner organizations, as we don’t accept individual donations. And dozens of nonprofit groups have co-branded the NO MORE PSAs produced by Joyful Heart Foundation.

Read generously, this is just marketing jargon (“brands … an asset … consumer engagement”) wrapped around an admission that no one has any idea whether or not No More actually does anything tangible for groups fighting domestic violence and sexual assault. Taken at face value, as it probably should be, it suggests that the measure of success for No More isn’t whether it actually directs new funding to, say, hotlines, shelters, and lawyers, but whether those who are already fighting domestic violence use No More branding in their own fundraising operations.

I took the No More pledge on their website. Since then, the only thing I’ve received from them is an email from Randel asking me to please share their advertisement on Facebook.

Read the rest HERE: http://deadspin.com/no-more-the-nfls-domestic-violence-partner-is-a-sham-1683348576

It’s time to put down the mattress Emma Sulko­wicz

Yeah, it’s time to “put down the mattress” and that cult they call feminism too. They are hateful, horrible people and are brainwashed. Put that ideology down like a rabid dog.

Who is Emma and them gonna run to if things happen to them in the “real world”? Are they gonna run back to the Title IX coordinator at the bar where they got wasted and had regret sex with their boyfriend who broke up with them a week earlier? Um…NO! She’ll run to the police like the rest of society. Protecting upper class white women in this manner only ensures their stunted emotional and physical growth. To me, this proves that people who follow the nonsense taught on many college campuses in “women’s studies” classes are not interested in “equality,” they want female supremacy. I’ve seen enough of their rubbish to know they are as crazy as they can get. They have some bizarre cult-like theories and worldview.

What a complete joke.

I saw the fraud in the Rolling Stone article, I saw the joke this woman was as soon as I heard her speak and I see the joke that Kirsten Gillibrand and her crusade has become.

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Emma Sulkowicz carries a mattress around Columbia as a rape protest – yet her alleged attacker has been exonerated.
Photo: Kristy Leibowitz

From this NY Post article: http://nypost.com/2015/02/08/columbia-mattress-rape-case-is-not-justice-its-shaming-without-proof/

Feminists complain that by putting assault victims through this barrage of questions we are shaming them.

Why does it take weeks or months or years for anyone to question these young women? For one thing, the kangaroo courts on campus aren’t set up to gather real evidence.

But, really, the problem is this: It’s considered offensive to even ask a single question of a woman who says she has been sexually assaulted. Because rape is not a crime like armed robbery or murder anymore. Rape is a political statement by the patriarchy trying to silence women. It doesn’t matter what actually happened. What matters is what you think happened after you’ve taken enough women’s-studies courses.

That’s why Lena Dunham got away with publishing a book accusing an easily identifiable student on campus of rape without any fact checkers or lawyers flagging the passage. It’s why no one at Rolling Stone demanded the reporter verify the accuser’s story. And it’s why the word of a girl with a mattress strapped to her back is treated like the Holy Bible.

Feminists complain that by putting assault victims through this barrage of questions we are shaming them. As Sulkowicz told the news site Mic: “It’s an awful feeling where this reporter is digging through my personal life. At this point, I didn’t realize that she’s extremely anti-feminist and would do this in order to shame me.”

But shame is exactly what these accusers are hoping to bring on their alleged attackers. By refusing to report these matters to the police instead of the campus Keystone Kops and The New York Times, they are supposedly saving themselves from the pain of a trial, but really what they are doing is saving themselves from having to answer any questions and destroying men’s lives with lies and innuendo.

Read the entire piece HERE

The Rise of the Weak-Kneed Feminists

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From this article: http://www.realclearpolitics.com/articles/2015/02/05/the_rise_of_the_weak-kneed_feminists.html

Want to score an invite to the State of the Union address? One way to do so, it turns out, is to turn a rape accusation into a contemporary art project.

Imagine the following scenario: You’re a college student, and you believe you have been raped by a former friend. You don’t want to formally press charges with the police—that, you say, would be “too draining”—so you turn to your university administrators instead. When that approach goes awry, and school officials find your former friend “not responsible,” you, being a media-savvy sort, decide to turn your accusation into “performance art.” This involves schlepping a giant, 50-pound mattress around campus, gaining widespread praise in the press, and publicly dragging your former friend’s name through the mud.

This is the case of Emma Sulkowicz, a fourth-year visual arts student at Columbia University. Her senior thesis, “Mattress Performance: Carry That Weight,” started in September 2014, two years after the alleged rape occurred. It will continue, Sulkowicz insists, until her accused “rapist” leaves the university campus. “Carry That Weight” was praised by New York magazine for its “messianic rage” and “pure radical vulnerability.” It also caught the eye of New York Sen. Kirsten Gillibrand, who invited Ms. Sulkowicz to join her at the president’s annual State of the Union applause fest—a speech that also, incidentally, put Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg straight to sleep. The traveling mattress, alas, did not get a seat in that particular row.

This week, journalist Cathy Young presented the other side of the story, giving Paul Nungesser, the accused rapist—a student from Germany whose name has long been public—a chance to speak out. The charges against him, at least as litigated in the court of public opinion, are serious. “The story Sulkowicz has told,” Young writes, “is nothing short of harrowing,” detailing a consensual sexual encounter that “suddenly turned terrifyingly violent.” According to Sulkowicz’s account, Nungesser, “a man whom she considered a close friend and with whom she had sex on two prior occasions,” abruptly transformed into Mr. Hyde during their third go-round, pinning her down, choking her, and violating her while she screamed in pain.

It’s a nightmarish account. If it were true, Nungesser would not only be disturbed, but dangerous. But in the aftermath of the alleged attack, something odd happened: For the next few months, as Young reports, Sulkowicz continued to treat Nungesser as a friend. She cheerfully responded to his party invites. She invited him to “hang out.” In response to his message wishing her a happy birthday, she responded, “I love you Paul. Where are you?!?!?!”

By April of 2013, however, the love had apparently run out: Sulkowicz, together with two other women, accused him of sexual assault. The rest is media history, and it’s fair to say that Sulkowicz, with her mattress hoisted high, has dominated this particular narrative. Young’s article, which sets aside the hype and soberly assesses the facts surrounding Sulkowicz’s account—detailing, it should be noted, how those two other “sexual assault” charges, which were apparently somewhat spurious, quickly wilted away—is certainly worth a read. It is even more telling, however, to assess the instant and outraged feminist responses it inspired.

Uniting under the Twitter hashtag #TheresNoPerfectVictim, feminists decried Young for “victim blaming,” contributing to “rape culture,” and, as Katie McDonough wrote in Salon, perpetuating “the ‘perfect victim’ myth,” a tool used to discredit and humiliate rape survivors. Any questioning of the behavior of rape accusers, feminist activist Julie Zellinger wrote, is merely an attempt to “shame and silence victims, perpetuating a cycle that allows campus sexual assault to persist at shocking rates.”

These are all fairly predictable responses, but others were less so. The weirdest ones, in fact, seemed to justify women coddling the men who sexually assaulted them. “True story: I texted my rapist after the fact too,” Washington Post contributor Zerlina Maxwell tweeted. “Doesn’t mean he didn’t do it.” Women “act all sorts of ways toward their rapist after being attacked – they can even be friendly,” tweeted Guardian writer Jessica Valenti, linking to a blog post in which an anonymous rape victim sorrowfully describes making her rapist “eggs, bacon, and golden brown toast” the morning after an assault, complete with cutesy illustrations, and, of course, a trigger warning.

I’m sorry, everyone. I’m all for empathy and understanding, and I’m all for the realization that many rape victims react to and cope with their assaults in strange and unexpected ways. But when modern feminism has spiraled into an impassioned defense of making your rapist breakfast, I think we’re starting to get the definition of “empowered” wrong.

You know what? As a woman, I don’t want to celebrate “pure radical vulnerability,” the supposed virtue symbolized by Sulkowicz’s mattress. I don’t want women to make breakfast for their rapists. More importantly, I don’t want modern feminists, constantly hiding under the guise of “empathy” and “understanding,” to celebrate and normalize self-destructive “I’ll be nice to him”/”I’ll text him”/”I’ll stay with him” behaviors that prevent assault victims from seeking actual justice.

You know what would be really empowering? Putting rapists—real rapists, not the victims of regrettable sex—in jail. But somehow, like a nightmarish conference call that never ends, modern feminists would rather just keep talking, twisting logic, making excuses, embracing victimhood, and ignoring common-sense paths to justice for women who are actually aggrieved.

We may never know what happened in the Columbia mattress rape case. What we do know—or at least what we are told—is that Sulkowicz, despite her seemingly boundless energy and her 50-pound mattress, is a fragile creature, crushed by any questioning of her narrative, no matter how incongruous it may be. To truly pursue justice, you see, would be “draining.” It would take a great deal of courage and strength. That, apparently, is not what feminism stands for any more.

Read the entire piece HERE

#RealStrength

90% of men around the world say that their caring side is part of their masculinity and strength. Let’s acknowledge the caring side of men and celebrate their #RealStrength as a true sign of masculinity.dove