Wilkes: The Manicure That Stops Date Rape
AND ITS IMPLICATIONS ON FEMINISM … By Mande Wilkes || Once upon a time I went to my very You must Subscribe or log in to read the rest of this content.
AND ITS IMPLICATIONS ON FEMINISM … By Mande Wilkes || Once upon a time I went to my very You must Subscribe or log in to read the rest of this content.
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Feminism is nothing like it used to be. What used to be an actual movement to get women equal rights and a fair shot at things has turned into a bunch of whiny, sexist morons stuck in a self-perpetuating victimhood mentality. SJWs are people I tend to dislike with a passion.
It’s only natural that such an awesome scientific advancement would be vilified by the crowd that rejects logic and reason when it clashes with “muh feels.”
They got their fair shot, and now they’re throwing it away trying to have their cake and eat it too.
“Feminism is nothing like it used to be”
Neither is a man being a gentleman. And feminists are few and far between in South Carolina – unfortunately.
“According to feminists, we should figure out how to make men not want to commit rape.”
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How about sending them to prison?
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“If the nail polish changes color, she’ll know to throw away the drink (and high-tail it out of the place, hopefully).”
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Why not report it to the police?
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“Of course it’d be nice if no men ever was compelled to commit rape,”
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Compelled? I guess he shouldn’t be held responsible if he is compelled.
Why not report it to the police?
If you didn’t see who put it in your drink, there’s nothing the officer can do.
If you did see who put it in your drink, well, why would you need the fingernail polish?
At least other girls might be protected.
You don’t think the local constabulary just might want to seize and/or destroy the laced drinks and at least ask around in an effort to show the flag? I bet they would, and once in a great while they may make a case. catching bad guys is like fishing- the more lines you cast, the more you catch. Just the fact that cops show up deters some clowns from future acts of criminal stupidity.
That’s putting way too much onus on girls.
Nonsense. How does letting law enforcement ensure that the laced drinks are (at the very least) destroyed put one ounce of “onus” on victims, or more importantly, future victims. It doesn’t. A general response like this is specifically designed NOT to require action, testimony, suspect ID, etc. from victims. It would tough to make a prosecutable case, but (as BT said) it would protect other girls. That’s the objective.
According to feminists, we should figure out how to make men not want to commit rape.”
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How about sending them to prison?
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How about inserting contact sensitive electric needles in the penis? Or killing them?
MY OWN DATE RAPE DRUG EXPERIENCE
I was a freshman at college and was dating my roommate’s date’s roommate. It is a very convenient arrangement for logistically. The relationship was progressing too slowly for her. I sensed that she might be a little wacky.
We were alone in her room when she took a pill that she said she had been given to her. She began acting intoxicated, subconscious and amorous. Being the 18 year old frightened rabbit that I was, l took off and never dated her again. Within 48 hours I saw her on campus engaged in excessive PDA with another guy.
I believe there are some women who have a good girl bad girl complex. They want everyone to believe they are good girls except when they are drunk, or high and that is an exceptable excuse.
I was moaning no… no.. as she was unzipping my fly… I fought her off weakly with all the resistance I had left, but she was determined…
When she had me completely in her power, she pushed me down and… and… I can’t .. I can’t.. I thought I could go through it again.. but I just can’t!
I confess. I stole some kisses and squeezed the fruit, but when she reached for my fly I was limp as a soggy bun. That’s when I realized, high, subconscious girls don’t turn me on.
*sob* she was totally conscious! But I was weak.. oh Lord help me, I was *weak*!
(sorry to hear about your impotent moment, it happens to all of us)
Shifty Henry is apparently doing a little extra “Shifting”. More than just his thumb is up. We should be charging him for this.
This has been a very busy day buzzing around town nosing into whatever was happening, so I skipped breakfast until now. Then–and then— I got to this section where I cracked up from laughing while trying to eat my mixed cereal without spitting it out.
WHEN BROADS WERE BROADS (page 265) … { D R A F T #9 }
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The door was opened by a glamorous blonde in a negligee. Her eyes were blue and her breasts substantial.
He showed his badge. I’m Detective Ripper from the 21st
Precinct. Are you Miss Thricejoy? I heard you have some information for me.”
“Yes. Please come in. Would you like a drink?”
“I don’t drink on duty.”
“Do you sit down on duty?”
He walked across the room and sat on the sofa. “What’s the information?”
She sat opposite him on a chair, and when she crossed her legs he could see she wasn’t wearing underwear. She wasn’t a real blonde either. “Actually I wanted to talk about Clarence,
who you arrested last night. I wonder if you’d consider dropping your charges against him.”
“What’s he to you?”
She looked him squarely in the eye. “He’s my boyfriend.”
“You’d better find another boyfriend, because he is going away for a long time.”
She stood up, pulled a piece of lace, and her negligee fell away. She was naked as hell and beautiful as heaven.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to change your mind?”
He reached down and unzipped his fly. “I don’t know. What can you do?”
She walked toward him tantalizingly, dropped to her knees, and reached for his
#9?
Yeah, this is part of a larger project. The thoughts and ideas don’t always appear when I want them to. Actually, if I took all of my unfinished projects I could have a large book — disjointed, tired and probably unreadable — that might be worthwhile as a” bathroom reader”.
I store all of my writing on line.
I have received some positive feedback from reviews of some of my efforts which is encouraging – one example
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“In this book, Henry, you are lusting after the polished phrase; your prose is bright,
concise and in in the vernacular. You
remind me of a junkie Mark Twain. This
is not a book to be tossed lightly aside.
It should be thrown with great force.
In real life, you must be as lecherous as a monkey.” (Dashiell Hammett)
I wrote for a magazine once – PC Tech Journal. They promptly went out of business.
Luckily it was only one article, and I co-wrote it.
Why did it go out of business? How long was it in existence? Did you get paid? Was response to your article positive? Did it enhance your reputation?
JUL. 1983 to APR. 1989 . I got paid. Don’t recall any replies. My reputation was already over the top. The article explained how to write a terminate-and-stay-resident executable that hooks to the keyboard interrupt, and provides a service. I suggested using a 64k block of memory that’s inaccessible when a PC is fully populated with 640k of RAM. It was the method that ‘sidekick’ used back then.
I also produced a product out of that idea, and sold it.
Now, about your trip to the bahamas to purchase a share of the pirate bay…
Max, that is impressive, even though I don’t understand it.
take a xanax, and tell us the details!
Ahhh DOS. You’re old.
jurassic
Let him have his fun. I’ve heard porn sales are down.
“I believe there are some women who have a good girl bad girl complex. They want everyone to believe they are “good girls” except when they are drunk, or high and that is an exceptable excuse.”
I am not even going to get into the use of “exceptable” but you probably ought to just shut up at this point.
How about this one: I believe there are some men who don’t have an effing clue and think that women are standing in line to get drunk or high so they can be “bad girls” with them cause they are just so damn desirable . . . I’m not sure which section of The Good Book that you pulled this from but you might want to just put it back.
“that is an exceptable excuse.”
I meant only in their own eyes. I don’t agree.
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“I believe there are some men who don’t have an effing clue and think that women are standing in line to get drunk or high so they can be “bad girls” with them cause they are just so damn desirable.”
There are both bad girls and guys. They are equally guilty.
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“which section of The Good Book”
There are plenty of bad girls in the Bible.
Eve; Genesis 3:1-16 Tempted by serpent and tempted Adam.
Lot’s daughters; Genesis 19: 30-38 Raped their father.
Potiphar’s Wife: Genesis 39: 7-20 Tried to seduce Joseph into an adultery and falsely accuse him of attempted rape.
Delilah; Judges 16: 4-21 Betrayed Samson for money to the Philistines.
Jezebel; I Kings 21: 6-16
She arranged the judicial murder of Naboth.
Herodias and Salome; Mark 6:17-28 Using her daughter Salome to seduce her stepfather Herod with a dance, Herodias arranged for John the Baptist’s head to be served on a platter.
This took some time, but I enjoyed it. Best wishes.
Just to clarify, students from NC State came up with the nail polish.
Was it NC State? I’ve seen news reports listing both schools, so thank you for clarifying.
…felt thick and sticky, like … maple syrup. Everything seemed at once deliberate and fuzzy, slo-mo and fast-forward
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I’ve heard about those drugs.
It makes the physical sensations of the sexual act seem like mental confusion.
While you’re being raped, you’re in such a deeply suggestive state, that the rapist can tell you that you are being ferried away from the heat and noise by a close friend.. and you’ll remember it that way in the morning.
Mmmmmmm…..
(looking down).. it’s not like…(digging the tip of my shoe in the sand and moving it a little).. I’ve.. ever *done* anything like that.. or anything.. I heard about it from.. from a bad guy..
I *like* girls. ;)
This is either “mmmmm” like you like what you read, or, well..what did this mean?
I think i might want to roofie myself. It sounds….interesting.
I interpreted it as hands on hips, head cocked to one side, foot tapping, Mmm Hmm… as to lightly take insult, and feign offense, but acknowledging the humor… it’s usually an invitation to redeem yourself.
Didn’t you run for the U.S. Senate in Missouri?
I ran *from* it.
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“If the nail polish changes color, she’ll know to throw away the drink (and high-tail it out of the place, hopefully).”
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If it smells like alcohol, you don’t need the nail polish…. and If you really wanted to get out, wouldn’t you low-tail it out of there?
Is this FitsNews or Redbook?
So she has to stick her finger in her drink… does she know where that finger has been?
Correction for you: This was created by students at North Carolina State. Students at UNC would never figure this out.
Honestly, I’m not sure I believe the premise of the story. How old are you, anyway? What were you doing a in a “frat lot” accepting drinks from strangers? Where did the drink come from? Why would you accept an open drink from anyone you didn’t know to begin with?
More reason to drink beer. You can open it yourself and see where it comes from. And why didn’t you bring your own damn drink?
I was 24
On a serious note, I know two girls who had horrible experiences from being drugged, with the worst consequences coming afterwards.
How many shades and colors do they offer this in? My normal shade is a very hot pink. Does the nail polish change color if I am fingering my own butt?
It’s hard to see why feminists, who profess to care deeply about women’s safety, could oppose such a practical method of defense. Oh, but guess what? It wasn’t a woman who invented the nail polish. It was four men. That’s what’s causing the backlash, here.
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Men designed the bra, condoms, birth control, and date rape drugs.
Women designed work-out tights.
Men designed fuck-me pumps, vibrators and internet porn.
Women designed the Kardashians.
See how this is going?
Students developing the nail polish are from NC State, not UNC.