If two kids get drunk and have sex, guess which one is the rapist?
Something always bothers me when I hear this.
Why would being stupid drunk, make any difference?
You choose to go out to a public place, drink to the point of being barley aware of what's going on around you. When the following day, you find yourself being accused as a rapist, or coddled like a victim.
Why is it the alcohol used as a valid excuse? Or a defence?
Or if nothing else, ignored entirely as a contributing factor?
Why do people feel the need to defend all of the stupid decisions of someone who choses to drink too much?
People who put themselves into a state in which they are unable to defend or control themselves.
You drink too much, get taken advantage of?
That's awful. No one deserves to be sexually assaulted at a frat party. Or anywhere else. But people do shit like that. You didn't deserve it. But it happens often enough for it to be a very real danger.
Why did you get that drunk?
Why is there no accountability for those choices?
On the other side of the equation.
You drank so much, so as to be unable to make sound judgement for your own actions.
You had sex with a girl, she apparently didn't want it. But you were so drunk you couldn't tell. Now you're being labelled a rapist.
You didn't intend to rape someone, but you did.
Why did you get that drunk?
Why is it somehow ok, because you got so f*cked up?
Imagine this.
You go out to a bar, get loaded. Then drive home.
You are driving through a green light, when someone runs a red and crashes into you.
The impact of the collision causes your car to roll over and kill a child that just happened to be in the intersection.
Technically this collision wouldn't even be your fault.
Except, you're drunk. You're going to jail.
Should you be given a free pass, because it happened to work out that you're being paralytic behind the wheel, had little to do with this accident?
No.
Why did you drink and drive? It's not ok.
Actions have consequences. Sometimes these consequences are far worse than they should be. That's life. It isn't fair, friendly, even fun most of the time. But that's life.
This probably makes me a terrible person for thinking this way. But I am so tired of being told to feel sorry for people that do stupid things. Or that I should feel blind hatred for someone else who did something equally stupid.
And that one excuse, is the worst.
But...but....I was drunk!
How was I supposed to know she didn't want it?
How was I supposed to know someone would do that to me?
How was I supposed to know someone would run a red light?
