You do realize there is a difference between communicated IRL and typing on a message board, don’t you? Somethings like sarcasm don’t translate well on the Internet. IRL you could see someone’s body language and tone of voice. In an email with an acquaintance you would know what they meant because you’re familiar with their personality. On the SDMB, all we have what you type.
You have to realize that not everybody is going to read every post to get the context. Imagine each of your posts exist in a vacuum.
Best case scenario is you’re just really, really, very, very bad at articulating yourself in the written form. Your constant defense against criticism of “That’s not what I said/wrote/meant” is evidence in that direction. Your verbosity in explaining your positions when most people could get them across in fewer words also is evidence.
But you’re intelligible enough, I was willing to give you that benefit of a doubt at first. Since then, your body of work gets creepier and creepier. No one is going to give you the benefit if a doubt. Everything you say, TWTTWN, is going to be interpreted in the worst way possible.
If it’s not an activity you endorse, can you explain why you didn’t point that out when I made the following response to your pancake rape story? Because you should have been agreeing with me if what you’re saying is true. Instead, you didn’t agree and in fact, vehemently acted as though you were talking about seduction instead of rape.
These are clearly not the words of someone who thinks this is unacceptable behavior. So it’s kind of late to say that you do now, when you could have easily made that obvious when I first called you on it.
It’s not just the physical fucking, it’s the mindfucking.
Just listened to a very timely “Savage Love” episode last night. The caller at 20:22 talks about a situation in which she was with a guy in an uncomfortable situation and she doesn’t know if she was “officially raped” or not. She admits that she decided to go “upstairs” with a guy. But after saying no to sex, he persisted and convinced her that she should. He broke down her defenses and she finally agreed to it. But here’s the thing, she’s still so traumatized by this experience two years out, and you can hear it in her voice, that she has to call an advice columnist to help move past this.
It drives home the point of something Whotothewhatnow’s PUA religion either doesn’t get, or doesn’t care about: this “smoothing things over” mindfuck may last long enough for PUA-bags to get out the door, but people they leave behind in their wake are still damaged nonetheless. Women have a right to be pissed at them for being manipulative sociopaths. Even guys should be pissed because the guys that come after them are going to be dealing with the baggage that they left behind.
You don’t need to be a rapist to abuse someone emotionally; and it’s not the kind of thing that’s done by accident.
Listen to the podcast episode linked above, much more and better discussion happens than I can provide here.
Lucky for you my Pancake Rape Special is totally different from my Waffle Rape Special. We can make this happen! With Pancake Rape, you get the pancakes first, rape second, followed by bacon and your choice of beverage with a morning after pill.
