Don't even want to read the story. I will but not right now, I feel sick reading this thread.
Those poor women. Fucking hell, those poor poor women.
I love many men, the one I'm engaged to, all of my many sons.
A few friends of mine.
But I know more men who would harm a woman than protect her, so I'm quite happy to say I hate men.
Not wild on women's behaviour at times, really unimpressed, but I wouldn't say I hate women.
A friend of my father (despicable creature) was a cab driver who raped a teenager, he threw her out in a rural area, but returned an hour later to collect her (early 90s, days before mobile phones) she was raped a second time.
Even though the friend of my father was jailed for 2 counts of rape, the other drivers (gossiping bastards they were) would say to anyone who'd listen, "why did she get back in his car if she was raped? She just shagged him and got him in shit" even though no teenager wants to fuck an old fat grandad, she was just scared about being left in a fucking wooded area at night. And she was also very drunk.
Not a single fucking driver said, "you know what, he's a fucking rapist and he deserves the punishment he received.
I wonder, if she'd have been related (NOT THAT WE SHOULD HAVE TO BE DAUGHTERS OR SISTERS OR WIVES OR MOTHERS TO NOT BE BEATEN, RAPED OR MURDERED) but had that teenager been the daughter of a cabbie, would she still have just been some drunk girl up for a shag with a man who looked like an XL bully licking piss off nettles?
And I often come to the conclusion - to them, probably.