JUDITH LEVINE: Feminism Can Handle The Truth.
“Rape denialism”: The charge is hurled at anyone who questions the veracity of a story, statistic (one in five women students sexually assaulted), or policy (yes means yes). And if men are slapped down when they question these orthodoxies, special punishment attends female critics.
One alleged serial offender is Slate’s Emily Yoffe—a.k.a. Prudence of “Dear Prudence”—a consistently responsible, intelligent commentator on women’s issues. Last year, Yoffe wrote a typically well researched, and empathetic, piece about the link between binge drinking and campus rape. In it, she gave some common-sense advice: Rapists target drunk women. To reduce the risk of assault, don’t get plastered to unconsciousness.
The response was fierce. Feministing pronounced the column a “rape denialist manifesto.” On Jezebel, Erin Gloria Ryan accused Yoffe of “admonishing women for not doing enough to stop their own rapes.” Many more piled on.
Feministing had been indicting Yoffe for “denialism” for years. In 2007, a woman wrote to Prudence, fearing she’d have to divorce her “kind, supportive, funny, generous, smart, and loving” husband for the crime of twice initiating sex while both were intoxicated—sex, by the way, that the woman enjoyed. Yofee called it as she saw it: ideology gone mad. The man was not a rapist, she averred. Indeed, “Your prim, punctilious, punitive style has me admiring your put-upon husband’s ability to even get it up,” Yoffe wrote, and encouraged the woman to enjoy the spontaneous lovemaking that alcohol sometimes sparks.
For the mitzvah of saving a marriage, Lindsay Beyerstein, in In These Times, administered Yoffe 40 lashes for cruelly trivializing the trauma of a “survivor.”
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