"Look, it's pretty simple, ladies. If you don't want to have regrettable sex or "get raped," quit getting trashed around trashy guys. Just like if you don't want to wreck your car, DON'T DRIVE DRUNK. "Rape" doesn't just happen in a vacuum. It takes 2 to tango and those situations can all be easily avoided if you just act like a lady."
--your everyday neighborhood rape apologist
I was child in elementary school spending the night by my friend's house. Our families belonged to the same church. We fell asleep on the floor while watching a movie in their den. In the early morning hours, her much older brother came in and raped me.
I was a little girl, a child. I was sleeping. I didn't drink alcohol. I didn't take drugs. I wasn't hanging out with a man of low character. I was hanging out with a girl (who was also in elementary school) from our church. My mother was friends with her mother and had been for a couple of years. They were a middle-class family living in a four bed-room, two-story house in a beautiful, safe neighborhood in New Orleans.
Feel free to tell me how a little girl who didn't even understand what sex was could be to blame because some sick bastard decided he was going to rape her.
Oh yeah, his name was John McNulty and he never served a day in jail even though I was not the first or last girl he raped.