I told myself I wouldn’t do it. I told myself that blogging about anything besides work, stories, and favourite writers was strictly off-limits this month. Then I saw a completely demented Internet discussion on rape, and freaking snapped. The following is the result of my snappage.

Everyone knows that there is a “good” kind of rape victim and a “bad” kind of rape victim. The “good” kind is usually a virgin or virginal, white, middle to upper class, and raped by a total stranger while, say, walking home from school or work (by saying all this I am not attempting to trivialize these sorts of situations – considering that something like this happened to a childhood friend of mine who fits the profile exactly). The “bad” kind of rape victim is pretty much anyone else who has ever been raped.

Ok, perhaps the above dichotomy is exaggerated, but, fact is, there are those rape victims that “deserve” sympathy and help in prosecuting their offenders, and those that do not. How do people differentiate between the two? Well, here’s a comment (from a discussion I won’t link to) that offers us some clues:Continue reading “Rape and Prejudice”