“The two then go back to her apartment, and Dunham — in an attempt to convince herself that she’d given consent — talks dirty to him as he forces himself on her….. it didn’t feel like a choice at all.” (Emphasis mine.) Yeah, that’s too bad. How you felt about it afterwards isn’t what determines whether a crime has been committed. Frankly I bet that in the cold light of day the guy probably wasn’t all that thrilled about having wound up in bed with a pudgy neurotic trust-fund brat who kind of looks like Shrek, but then I doubt he was all that sober when it happened himself. Maybe you raped him, ever thought of that?
“At the time, Dunham says she was drunk, high on Xanax and cocaine, and therefore in no condition to give her consent. She had no idea she had been raped until she described the encounter to her roommate.”
That’s because you weren’t raped. I know you wish you were legitimately able to say you had been because it would get you leftist brownie points, but I’ve seen real rape, and you are a deluded, lying fool.
What I find especially despicable is that her contemporaries can probably identify this guy (if he exists). Who she has called a rapist. After all, how many “college Republicans” could Lena Dunham possibly have bedded in Oberlin?
Nobody on this Earth does more than self-described feminists to perpetuate the misogynist stereotype that women are stupid, childish, irresponsible, dishonest, hysterical and batshit crazy.