Paul Martinez73 said:Let's switch things up, since we haven't touched this topic on Offside lately.
Setting aside the actual sexual assaults—which I absolutely despise and would personally go to war over—there's this whole narrative surrounding people like the cases involving high-profile Hollywood producers. You know, when these famous types come forward claiming they were coerced or abused for twenty years straight. Honestly, I just don't get it, and I don't think I ever will...
I mean, if nobody is physically holding you in a basement with your hands and feet tied, why does it even happen? Is that still considered assault if you're consciously allowing it to play out? It feels more like you're letting someone walk all over you because you know there's an advantage to staying quiet, only to suddenly remember the "abuse" twenty years later once you no longer need their help to land a role.
Look, even at my job, my boss is constantly calling me out for drinks, and I can't always say no because she gets so worked up about it, plus she's quite unpleasant to be around and it's mostly just her feeding her own ego while we grab a coffee. But I’m certainly not going to claim I'm being assaulted just because of that; if she actually told me I had to sleep with her just to keep my job, I'd simply walk out of the company right then and there.
Look, if you don't have that innate ability to grasp abstract concepts, some things are just gonna fly right over your head. It’s a lost cause. ☕ Yeah, you know... it’s one of those things. Having that specific female experience. It just hits different.
Violence and harassment against women? It’s just everywhere. Basically, the second a girl hits puberty, she's dealing with it. Just picture this: you're a fourteen or fifteen-year-old kid, you head out to some high school party, and suddenly seven different guys are grabbing at you—hands all over your body—and you didn't want any of them to touch you. Not even the one guy you actually liked. Look, I'm not saying every kid loitering around a house party needs to be hauled off to jail, but let's be real. Girls are facing this constant invasion of their own bodies from day one, something guys just don't have to deal with.
Look, here's the deal—when girls go on a blind date, their biggest fear is that the guy might actually be a psycho. For guys? The biggest fear is just showing up and finding out she’s way heavier than her profile picture. I mean, try to grasp the difference in the actual threat level there. And honestly, guys don't really deal with that situation where some massive dude walks up to them in a club, they reject him, and then he just grabs them by the arm like, "Hey, stay right there, we're talking." That doesn't happen. Except for maybe once in a blue moon. Guys don't walk home feeling creeped out just because the sun went down. They aren't carrying pepper spray in their purses because some guy's friend got jumped last week. They aren't gripping their car keys between their fingers like a weapon while walking through a dark parking garage thinking, "you never know." Guys aren't scared to hop in a car with a girl they just met, they aren't worried about picking up a hitchhiker, and they don't feel uneasy being alone on a subway car filled with five random drunk girls. It's just different.
Look, here’s the deal. When guys are actually good-looking AND killing it at work, nobody ever gives them credit for the face. Nah. Everyone just assumes they’re some kind of genius. They don't spend half their lives stressing over whether a shirt is too low-cut or if they look cold or "unapproachable" in a sweater. They just show up. They don't care. And when it comes to domestic violence? Let's be real—in like 99% of cases, the guy is the problem. Violent outbursts fueled by "passion"? Murdering exes or current partners? That's just man business. Plain and simple.
And then, when you actually deal with any of that crap, you end up being the one getting judged. Like, suddenly you're the victim but somehow it’s all your fault for letting it happen. They tell you you should've known better. Real helpful. Then the cops show up and just shrug it off because it’s supposedly "a private matter" or some guys just had a few too many drinks and it's no big deal. Total joke.
Look, when you're living in an environment like this—where threats to your physical safety are just part of the daily grind, where you've basically become numb to it because you don't expect anything better—things get weird. You know how it goes. If you actually open your mouth to say something, there’s a massive chance people will just laugh in your face or, even worse, pin the whole thing on you. So, women just stay quiet. They shut up. Because in a place like this, even a victim of assault is treated like nothing more than damaged goods.
Guys like that? They basically never deal with that kind of stuff from women in their entire lives. Not even close. And they definitely don't get harassed every single time they step foot out of their apartment. Then they have the nerve to act all confused, like, "Oh, why didn't she just report him?" Please. Give me a break.