It’s a strange subconscious feeling that slowly crept into my daily life. I think, however, media played a bigger role in its development than my real interactions with others.
I know it’s not true, and up until recently, I wasn’t even aware that I felt that way.
I was thinking about the whole Daniel Tosh rape thing and I just thought to myself: Well, what do you expect? Men are not capable of love.
It was more than just a fleeting thought. It was a foundational belief that has been shaping how I look at the world.
I have to admit, when you see the position of women in our world, it’s hard to believe men can love. When men call us sluts and whores and cunts, it’s hard to believe they feel any ounce of love. When you see the rape statistics, when you meet victims of rape, when you yourself have been assaulted, it’s really hard to think men can love.
However, bringing it back to Tosh, that doesn’t mean rape can’t be funny.
Rape victims are not fragile damaged hysterical women who burst into crying fits every time someone says the word rape. Actually, I’ve known both male and female rape victims who can find a rape joke funny because they don’t define who they are as a “rape victims.” They are just people who got raped.
Indulge me as I further illustrate my point.