“So you see my friend, it is somewhat as you stated: man has but one truly effective weapon against the juggernaut of modern matriarchy, but it certainly is not laughter. One weapon, and with every passing year in this hip, motivationally researched society, more and more people are discovering how to render that weapon useless and conquer those who have hitherto been conquerors”—One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest - Ken Kesey
To travel towards an extraordinarily distant and unlikely logical destination: rape is not ethical. It involves forceful penetration that was neither requested nor desired, as well as causing endless psychological trauma. No one would argue with the idea that rape is violent, abhorrent, and something towards which no proper man should ever strive. The thought of one’s daughter, wife, or sister getting raped is one of the worst imaginable.
So why does it persist? Isolated psychosis? Spur of the moment violence due to poor wiring in someone’s brain met with the sight of a woman at the wrong place, at the wrong time? Is it a purely opportunistic sexual release on the part of a chauvinist of the worst variety?
Nope. It’s cultural. We live in a rape culture that is perpetuated every day through humor, media, language, literature, images, pop culture, and even academic discussion. As I’ve ranted before on slightly unrelated but still ever-so relevant topics, women can’t win. They are either virgins or whores and neither is the deisired occupation from a man’s point of view, unless of course it’s at the time of coitus. That’s not to say that women haven’t fed into this point of view either- thanks to the power of patriarchal conditioning, most are right up there with their own internalized misogyny and the pressure that it exerts on their friends and sisters. Does your female friend have numerous sexual partners and limited emotional bonding? She’s a slut, right?