More Perspectives from the Southern Cross
It is with pleasure that I publish another guest column
by Olivia Pierson of New Zealand.  I have
retained  the original spellings and
syntax  in her column. The illustrations and
extra links are my contributions. Please do visit  her blogsite, and Solo.

Rape Culture Carping

Submitted by Olivia on
Mon, 2017-03-27 05:38

Emma Sulkowicz toting that bale
in protest of her fictive rape.
Performance “art” at its nadir.
A few years ago, when
my 90 year old grandmother was still alive, I told her to make sure she kept
her ground floor windows shut to discourage any intruders so that she wouldn’t
get raped. “Pfft!” she sniffed, then smiled. “Chance would be a fine thing!”Did she want to be
Of course not, it’s
called a sense of humour. Sadly, the peecee social engineers don’t have one,
and listening to them try to engineer a public perception of a rape culture
defining New Zealand is just tedious – and dangerous.
It’s particularly
dangerous to men and boys.
I will say right at
the outset of this piece that in my eyes rape is a heinous, brutal crime. If
any male raped one of my loved ones, male or female, I’d want to kill them with
anything I could get my hands on, and probably would. There are no excuses for
that evil deed (though if some little hussy pulled her panties down in front of
a horny man and bent over the table saying “comeon” – followed by, “no, just
kidding,” I would probably consider it a mitigating circumstance).
In the aftermath of a
couple of Wellington boys making the statement on social media: “If you don’t
take advantage of a drunk girl, you are not a Wellington College boy,”
precipitating a much media-hyped protest, I think those comments can be safely
relegated to the world of edgy humour – much like my grandmother’s comment.
No rape was
committed, no young girl’s life was ruined and I certainly hope the young lads
who have been humiliated also have not had their youth spoiled.

Nicola Gavy: Academic
of embedded
reason and normalcy and the Self, 
one of countless foot
soldiers prepared
to subvert your
child’s mind
Some University of
Auckland psychology professor named Nicola Gavey drew
some typically ridiculous long bows from this incident. In a recent NZ
Herald article, she was quoted as saying this: “The thing with rape
culture, is that it is embedded. We are socially training young people by
setting up a gender hierarchy where, put simply, men are on top and women are
on the bottom. We don’t examine this and we don’t think about the ways we are
creating it right from kindergarten.”
Ladies and gentlemen,
feminist professors like Nicola Gavey are the reason why your lovely daughter went
into a New Zealand university a normal, good-natured girl but came out an
angry, complaining little minx with blue hair and a boulder on her shoulder.
Gavey believes “our everyday behaviour creates a culture where acts of male
aggression and entitlement are normalised to such an extent that it’s easier to
cross the line.”
Apparently in NZ,
from kindergarten, the royal ‘we’ are all training our sons to act entitled,
aggressive and superior to women. This is embedding a culture of rape in our
children’s future. Ye gods, this is the stinking poop they are teaching at our
universities. Is there any difference between these statements and the “all men
are rapists” attitudes of Marilyn French styled feminism?
I’ll tell you what
aggressive entitlement looks like… girls like Emma
. a.k.a “Mattress Girl” who probably went into Columbia University
a normal and good natured girl before Professors like Gavey got a hold of her
Emma accused a young
man and fellow student named Paul
of raping her. Due to believing the feminist invented nonsense of
a university rape culture, Columbia University supported Miss. Sukowicz and
allowed her to carry a cumbersome mattress around with her every where she went
on campus, a performance art display to protest “carrying the weight’ of being
raped by a lad who was not automatically expelled. She claimed that Nungesser
had anally raped her, violently choked her and smacked her about the head. News
media, social media and every other form of media under the sun obsessed about
this story.
Nungesser, who always
protested his innocence, had to complete his college degree under the intense
scrutiny of the university’s investigation into the case – with the whole of
America (and the world) watching and judging.
After opening a
second rape crisis centre, as well as forcing compulsory “sexual respect”
workshops on all Columbia students, Columbia University found that Miss.
Sulkowicz made the whole thing up. She was not expelled. After being exonerated,
Nungesser brought a law suit against Columbia University for abetting Miss.
Sukowicz in her highly dramatic and internationally publicised lie, which
frankly ruined his life at college. He did not win.
This case is not
isolated, a whole slew of university rape accusations erupted around this time,
remember the Rolling Stone article “A Rape on Campus”? It falsely reported a
gang rape at the University of Virginia, claiming they were all in the thrall
of a burgeoning rape culture. These assertions are the handiwork of gender
obsessed feminists, for whom – and I’ll never know why, men represent some
insidious, ever present threat.
There is no rape
culture in NZ outside of gangland. That is not to say that boys and girls do
not get raped, they do (and it makes me utterly sick that some bastards get
away with it).
What does exist
ubiquitously in the lives of our young people though (and it is not anything
new) is a revoltingly cheap “hook up” culture, often accompanied by drugs,
booze and oversexed baseness (these are the grandchildren of the Baby Boomer
generation after all). The sex at least is mostly consensual, but an accusation
of rape can follow from a girl who feels sexually used, or taken for granted,
and who seeks to inflict some measure of vengeance (like in the case of
Mattress Girl). By the time some of these girls even get to the tender age of
twenty they’ve been on a hook up carousel of being screwed and dumped, screwed
and dumped more times than the number of years they’ve been alive.
If the adult
generation want to get to insightful discussions with young people about sex
culture, they would be better off guiding them to develop a strong, authentic,
tenacious Self to combat the pervasive pressure of constantly “appearing cool”
– or worse – “pleasing,” in the eyes of their peers. Romantic love can be a
minefield to navigate even as an adult, let alone a young person. What business
ought teenagers to have with sharing themselves physically and intimately with
another person when they are yet to develop a defined individual Self to share?
I just got tapped on
the shoulder by the ghost of my dear grandmother – she just threw open the
ground floor windows of her mansion in heaven before heading off to bed and
she’s calling me old fashioned. (Just kidding… there’s no way she would’ve
made it to heaven.)