Got 'er right in the Gucci

The university at which I currently reside (like most universities) has made a big point of constantly trumpeting its adherence to the feminist dogma of original male sin. A few years ago they started spamming the entire campus with e-mails announcing every time a sexual assault was reported. Now, me, I'd rather be notified every time some drunken jock slaps a nerd around or a car leaving a sorority party knocks over a traffic sign, but the amount of spam that would generate might short out the IT department.

At first the e-mails tried to give little lurid tidbits to shock and awe their audience at the heinousness of male sexuality. Gradually, as they grew less frequent they also grew more vague, which had the odd effect of being notified that something indeterminate happened to an indeterminate female in some indeterminate location at some indeterminate time and therefore YOU SHOULD ALL BE ASHAMED YOU FILTHY PATRIARCHAL PIGS!!!

Now the rape-spam seems to have petered off altogether. Maybe events have simply ceased to occur and the campus has gone from heathen rape-ferno to castration paradise in just a couple of years. Maybe, on the other hand, even feminists eventually summoned up the minimal brainpower to see the type of reports the program was generating simply lacked the "oomph" of their preferred rape fantasies. As the confidence artists they are, they realized they were inadvertently tipping their hand. One example that I can remember:

A young woman gets accosted by several men who grab her purse and shout catcalls at her. She pepper-sprays one of them, at which point the action really ramps up. You ready for it? Are you cringing in anticipation? They give her purse back and run away.

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The end. No, really.

Now, ladies, let me start by noting that no matter how stylish, your purse is not an erogenous zone!
But more importantly, if I as a middle-aged straight white male (a.k.a. The Devil) were to mace one of a group of petty thugs who'd just mugged me and were calling me a pussy bitch, do you think I'd get my wallet back? For a man, fighting back against a mugging puts you on a shortcut past the operating room to the morgue. They would've beaten my face in until my bones were liquefied. This isn't the story of an assault, much less a sexual one. It's the story of how much less susceptible to violence women already are and always have been.

And this is just one of the many ways in which feminists have padded and outright fabricated all of their paranoid "statistics" over the past half a century, in order to glorify women and demonize men. We don't believe them because of the value of their evidence. We believe them because we're both naturally inclined and have been conditioned all our lives, for generations now, to hate men and favor women.