rape culture: (n.) a concept in which rape is pervasive and noramlized due to societal attitudes about gender and sexuality
The topic of rape is littered with common misconceptions. Here’s one: The Stranger Myth. Perpetrators are rarely random men lurking in alleyways. The 2010 CDC report on Sexual Violence found that over half of female rapes were inflicted by intimate partners. Over half of male victims were raped by acquaintances.
There’s one thing that binds both female and male victims together: the fact that it is not their fault. They weren’t the ones out raping others. The rapists were, 97% of who will never spend a single day in jail.
Back in April, when I was telling some of my friends about my TEN Talk topic, I got a lot of mixed reactions. Some were genuinely excited. Many others, however, were visibly discomforted. I’d tell them I was doing rape culture, and then they’d be like, “…oh.”
That’s the thing. If it’s awkward or even taboo to talk about rape on an English assignment level, how much harder would it be to talk about rape to actual rape victims? When we, as a society, turn a blind eye to sensitive subjects, we create a veil of silence that makes it even harder for victims to report their abusers.
Rape isn’t going to just disappear. But if we stop ignoring or even joking about rape and start listening to our victims instead of blaming them, then we can make progress.
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(Aaand that was my snippet of a presentation I participated in last May with two of my fellow classmates. It’s called TEN Talks, because I was in tenth grade at the time, and also because puns make the world go ‘round. Sorry if it was weird to read; it was written in the format of a speech.)
First off, yes, there is argument over whether or not rape culture exists. Are victims actually mistreated over their supposed histories of sexual abuse? Or is this another ploy those feminazis cooked up to push men into submission?
I have followed under my personal belief that rape culture is real. It’s there in the streets and alleyways and sidewalks of my city, and I know that, because I see it around me. I suppose you could say I may be over-analyzing, calling something by the wrong name. That’s okay. You are entitled to your own opinion, just as I am entitled to mine.
But anyhow. Word for Wednesday: rape culture. See you next week.
Word for Wednesday, yo! Couldn’t participate in it last Wednesday, because I was out and away at business camp.