Except that’s not rape (unless she is underage) because there is no mens rea there - he does not know she has ceased to be a consenting partner, and stopped as soon as he was made aware of that.
Ya know, when one finds oneself in a hole, usually the best course of action is to stop digging.
I assume you’re not trying to come off as a moronic shithead, undeserving of any sex whatsoever, with anyone, not even the syphilitic carcass of a dead goat.
You’re failing.
Nope, he went to prison and his conviction was upheld. I’m trying to find the link at the moment.
Dammit! 
Crosses Alice off my list of potential love interests…
OK I have just skimmed the first page, but I wanted to respond to a few things before I forgot.
WOOKINPANUB, how exactly do you know the area of town I was talking about? There are a lot of 7-11s in areas that are deserted after 11… just wondered. (It was on 9th Street near 30th past the 7-11 on 22nd, if you guessed that either I offered more clues as to its location than I thought or you’re extremely observant… Or you were the creepy guy. ;))
Like I said, it’s not a particularly bad neighborhood, mostly working class and lower middle class housing in the area, but not too far from some more upscale housing. It is dead at night, though, so foot traffic immediately strikes me as suspicious, unlike my old neighborhood where it’s likely as not to be frat boys or yuppies walking home from the bar or a concert. I wasn’t uncomfortable being there until this guy showed up.
Yeah, I have a lot of balls doing laundry late at night, but my threshhold for fear is probably a lot higher than others, having grown up in a less than idyllic part of town where my neighbors spoke more Vietnamese than English, and spending my teenage years drinking in alleys with my friends. I don’t want to have to live my life in fear, and generally don’t. I am very aware of my surroundings when alone at night. I am confident of my self-defense capabilities having gotten in more than my share of fights as a kid, and dabbled in boxing and wrestling. I’ve taken down guys a head taller than me and pinned them to break up bar fights before. I’m a big bitch, tall and broad-shouldered.
But I don’t want to have to use those skills, and that is why I got mad at this guy- realize that your presence will not be welcome to a young woman alone, dumbass. If he had been doing laundry and tried to chat me up and offered me pot, I would have still felt uncomfortable because I’m not a talkative person. His lack of a good reason to be there, in addition to his bad social skills, was the kicker though.
I’ve considered buying mace or some other self-defense item before, but I probably wouldn’t use it. I don’t spook easily, so I wouldn’t be walking around with it in my hands whenever I left the house after dark. So instead of fumbling in my purse for it when threatened, I’d rather just throw a good haymaker. I do have a “rape whistle” on my keychain, though. My mom gave it to me, but I just have it for laughs, I doubt it would ever be useful.
I would have called the cops, more out of anger than anything, if I had had the non-emergency number in my phone. I texted a friend to let him know what was up hoping that he might come keep me company, but he was busy with his ladyfriend.
And I don’t have a lot of clothes, but I’m able to slack occasionally and not do laundry for a month because I don’t normally wear anything besides jeans and tshirts, and I will wear a pair of jeans for a week or more if I’m really lazy. Laundry only becomes necessary in these situations when I run out of underwear.
No no no. Traditional rape involves straw hats, roast turkey, and square dancing.
** Redroses ** (excuse the familiarity; I’m a lazy typist today), based on some of your past posts I really did think I knew which locale your were referring to. I was wrong; my apologies. Unfortunately, the actual location is worse than the one I was thinking of! But, it’s none of my beeswax anyway, so I’ll just implore you to continue to be vigilant on your nocturnal errands.
Who’s not placing responsibility on the rapists?Having been snatched off the street by a stranger, beaten and raped at knifepoint(a “real rape” as Cryptoderk would see it) I’m painfully aware of the stigma placed on victims. I never bought into it, mind you. No way in hell was it my fault. That’s why I prosecuted. That’s why he’s in prison today. I don’t think we *can * spend too much time discussing what women can do to protect themselves. Rapists have no rhyme or reason, so sadly the best defense is to limit their window of opportunity. I can not fathom why this is such a hard concept to grasp. I’m not saying let’s all wear burkas and run home as soon as the street lights come on. I’m simply talking about basic common sense. Of course ** Redroses ** would not have been at fault if something aweful had happened to her, but that is precious little consolation after the fact.
Remind me not to come to your house for a Thanksgiving party. 
The only thing I can think of is that the jury determined he should have known she withdrew consent, or simply did not believe that he did not know she was withdrawing consent. Unless you provide more details I can’t jduge the validity of this.
I will say everyone seems to know of a case of a person who they believe was wrongly convicted of rape.
Hey, as long as you’re wearing the strap-on, everything’s aces, right?
Were you dropped on your head as a baby?
What the fuck is traditional rape??? I know what YOU will say already, it’s a rhetorical question.
Using your reasoning with rape then, murdering your spouse during a quarrel isn’t quite as bad as killing a random stranger? The effect is the same, dead is dead. Just as raped is raped brainiac! :smack:
I agree that murdering a spouse during a quarrel isn’t quite as bad as killing a random stranger, actually.
Program it right now. It’s amazing how many times you need the damned thing, because at least around here you can’t call 311 (the general nonemergency number) from a cell phone and 411 is a huge pain in the ass. Put the po-po in your cell phone if for nothing else but convenience.
This just keeps on getting better…
I also like the way a woman who is raped by a man she is in a relationship with (asking for it with her unreasonableness) is compared to a criminal escaping from the scene of a crime. Nice.
You seriously think they’re the same? If a woman kills an angry husband who won’t shut up and goes on for hours then they’ve been provoked and she probably isn’t much danger to anyone else. Someone who kills random strangers is extraordinarily dangerous to society.
No one else seems to have commented on this, but I agree with you. Generally most laundromats are not in the best part of town and those parts of town get a magnitude sketchier by night. I live in a “gentrifying” part of town, am a large male who looks like an extra from a mob movie, and even I don’t feel all that comfortable wandering side streets around here by myself late at night. I’ve done it but I will avoid cutting through an alley and will try to stick to the well lit streets.
If you are going to go to a laundromat in the hood, do it by day and do it when others will be there.
I’m curious how it is you reached such an age unaware that women alone often attract the unwanted attention of men?
You felt threatened because you put your self at risk, going out alone, late at night, to a deserted laundry mat. I don’t see much ownership by you in the story as told.
Yes, you have the right to go anywhere you want any time, doesn’t make it real smart. Please promise us you’ve learned something. Maybe don’t do this again.
If a boy offering you a doobie and trying to chat you up is enough for you to think of calling the police maybe stay home after dark. I’m not discounting your spidey sense but brains will take you a lot further.
If I was a policeman I don’t know how happy I’d be to have to go and offer reassurance to some girl in a laundrymat, unnerved by a mere conversation, when someone could actually be being assaulted at that very minute. Someone who didn’t put themselves at risk. (And no, putting yourself at risk doesn’t give anyone the right to assault you!)
And by the way, it’s also possible that he was hanging about to ensure nothing untoward happened to you. I know a couple of young men like this myself, always running their own neighbourhood watches.
Please act more responsibly in the future and don’t take such unnecessary risks.
Oh for fucks sake.
I recommend the opposite. Take unnecessary risks. It’s much healthier, both physically and mentally in the long run. You’ll also have a much more interesting life.
WOOKINPANUB, this is what I’m talking about it: all of a sudden it’s the OP who’s being shellacked, even though she’s not the one approaching random strangers in laundromats. Suddenly it stops being about the guy: he’s just this random, faceless force of nature, like an avalanche or a forest fire. Now it’s her fault.
My problem is not with the concept of taking precautions and keeping yourself safe. My problem is that it often progresses all too easily into this kind of tone, and we focus on what the woman should or should not have done, not what the man should or should not have done.