Some of you men might be amazed how many women you know have been victims of sexual assault, up to and including rape. Of course, some of it is of the “giving in to the whiny boyfriend” category, but a surprising amount of it is not. Some of it takes place when the victim is under the influence of alcohol or drugs, but a surprising proportion does not. You’d also be amazed how many true sexual assaults take place when the victim is below the age of consent. As other posters have stated, just because none of your acquaintances have related their tales of sexual assault to you, doesn’t mean you don’t know anyone who’s been an assault victim.
To add to the extremely unscientific polling:
One dear childhood friend of mine was the victim of rape by a neighbor. IIRC she was about 10 years old at the time. I’m not sure whether even her husband knows. I didn’t believe her at the time, but mostly because I was very naive and didn’t really comprehend what she was telling me about what had happened to her. Her parents believed her, but decided not to press charges.
Another childhood friend of mine was repeatedly sexually abused by a relative.
My sister was the victim of an attempted rape as a teenager. If my mother hadn’t come home when she did, it would have been a completed rape. God knows why, but she decided not to press charges. And I’m sure there are others I know who have been victimized, but just haven’t told me about it.
Myself, I’ve been the victim of what could legally be defined as sexual assault on several occasions. In none of these situations was I under the influence of any alcohol or drugs, just stupidity.
Some were of the “giving in to the whiny boyfriend” variety; back when I was much younger and more easily manipulated, I let my then-boyfriend jerk me around much more than I should have in terms of what level of physical intimacy I would consent to. On several occasions, he physically forced or attempted to force me to do things I wasn’t comfortable with, and which I had refused to do, but he kept pushing (sometimes psychologically, sometimes physically, and I’m not a large or physically powerful person; I’m 5’1” and back then I was less than 100 lbs.; he was 6’ and probably 170). Luckily it never rose to the level of rape. Thank goodness I now have more sense about these things; in retrospect I should have dumped the schmuck and walked out, but hey, I was 17 and thought I was in love.
Then there was the near-date rape in Madrid when I was 19; luckily, that only happened once, although unfortunately not before I saw and felt, ummmm, a lot more of my date than I had any desire to see or feel. He was history immediately thereafter. I mostly blamed myself at the time for allowing him to maneuver me into a situation where I would be alone with him, but that certainly doesn’t excuse his behavior. I felt repulsive afterward, but never took any legal action.
When I studied in Russia in 1989, our group director said we were the first group in the history of our exchange program (40 people/semester, 3 semesters/year, for IIRC more than 20 years) where nobody was raped. Most of the rapes were never prosecuted, because in the USSR at the time, apparently it’s nearly impossible to prove in court that the sex wasn’t consensual if it wasn’t a complete stranger who attacked the victim.
So I don’t know if this adds up to “25% of women will be raped,” but I bet the proportion of women who have been sexually assaulted is waaaaaay higher than 25%.