Amazingly, not The Onion:
“[W]e now have young men telling Bloomberg News that they basically view their female peers as rape bombs just waiting to explode and ruin their lives.”
I REPEAT: THIS IS NOT THE ONION
If you’re not up to ensuring that you have enthusiastic consent, you’re not mature enough to engage in sexual conduct. I don’t care if you’re fifteen or fifty one. If you can not absolutely make deathly certain that the person you want to have sex with wants to have sex with you, and has given you consent, you have no business being sexually active. Period. Full stop. End of story.
Here’s a little story from my college days. I was at a frat party. It was a small school and ALL frat parties were open to everyone. Anyway, there was a young woman there I found very attractive. We sorta knew each other already—we had mutual friends, but hadn’t really had any sort of real conversation or interaction.
Well, at this party, we see each other and start talking…basically “hanging out” with each other for the rest of the night. She was drinking, not heavily, but enough to be a bit impaired. I was barely drinking. I had helped ward off a few unwanted advances from guys for her, She appreciated that.
When it came time to leave I asked if she wanted me to walk her back across campus. She said yes. When we got to her dorm, she invited me in. I went in with her. We talk for a little while longer. She said she was tired and i got up to leave, but she said she didn’t want to be alone; her roommate was out of town. Asked me if I would stay and sleep in the roommates bed. I said sure.
At that point she decided to change clothes. In the room. I’m not certain, but I think she basically stripped down to just her underwear. (I had turned my head.) She got into her bed, said goodnight and thanked me for being such a nice guy. Though there was a bit of sexual tension between us, nothing ever happened, but we’re still friends.
A life-long friend is worth so much more than a sexual conquest.