This girl is a BEAUTIFUL writer and it’s a real fucking shame that this is the way we have to find out about her gift.
This girl is a BEAUTIFUL writer and it’s a real fucking shame that this is the way we have to find out about her gift.
I hope every woman he ever dates, googles him and reads what he said, reads what she said, reads what the MALE eyewitnesses said, and drops him cold. I hope he dies alone with his blow-up doll.
Even if she had consented to the sex at first, that consent is invalidated once she has become unconscious. Which is the state that the two witnesses saw her in while he was raping her.
Yes, it’s an outrageous statement. He hasn’t admitted any culpability therefore it’s easy to conclude that he WOULD do it again as he doesn’t see that he did anything wrong. He is most definitely a danger to society and likely to re-offend. This judge is as bad as the rapist.
I mean even if she was conscious when they started, as soon as she loses consciousness doesn’t that revoke consent? If the men on bikes were able to chase him down and saw that she was unconscious I don’t see how that could be rebutted? This whole situation sucks.
Yep. That quote from the judge -
The thing is, they didn’t even HAVE to listen to women. There were two men that saved her, chased him off, and acted as eyewitnesses to his crime, but his welfare is still prioritized before hers. And arguably, before the welfare of his next potential victim.
Fuck’s SAKE.
Wow. Her statement is so incredibly eloquent and spot -on. I really hope that she will find some sort of peace.
That’s what I don’t get. The two witnesses could testify to the fact that she was unconscious so how was he able to get up there and perjure himself?
Ok with some sexual assault charges the circumstances even from the victims perspective are so ambiguous that actually sentencing someone to incarceration is understandably difficult. But him actually sexually assaulting, that he didn’t finish doesn’t diminish the act, an unconscious vic and there were two neutral…
You can police every aspect of your speech, you can wear the right things, you can get all the degrees and expertise, you can write the most fucking eloquent and heartbreaking courtroom statement and still there are men who will not hear you because they just don’t listen to women.
I spend a lot of time out on my porch, and when it’s hot I leave the door cracked cat width so they can go in and out. Yesterday Dexter achieved peak cat. He laid in the doorway with his head and front paws on the porch and the rest of him stretched into the house.
Why are cats so offended by closed doors? I get little paws sticking under the door if I try to go to the bathroom in private.
This. Gods, I haven’t had a closed door in ten years. Not to sleep, not to change, not to pee... He doesn’t necessarily want IN, he just wants the option.
Well yeah! Closed doors are a cats mortal enemy, especially if you’re on the other side of said door. I finally had to start closing the bathroom door to shower because my girl cat kept getting in the shower with me and my boy cat kept trying to climb the shelves above the toilet and knock everything on the floor. The…
Not the same, but we got a puppy last summer and found that co-sleeping with him was the best option in terms of dealing with his tiny bladder. He would start to shift around, and since I’m a light sleeper, that would be my cue to get up and take him out. By the time he was 5 months old he was sleeping through the…
The shift in women’s identities that went along with joining the workforce brought yet another rich zone of maternal self-doubt, and attachment parenting was right there with some zesty data to make you feel extra shitty about all the time you spent away from your kids.
Right there with ya! My daughter was up 5 times a night at 8 months (I adopted her and bought her home at 7 mos) - I was so exhausted and couldn’t see straight - burst into tears talking to my mother one day and she told me to let her cry it out. She’d done it with 7 kids and we were all fine (well, not really but…
Are you me? I’m so sleep-deprived I can’t tell.