Usually I don’t recommend a book until I’m done with it, but by page 91 of Missoula I had convinced my cousin leave work, go directly to the bookstore and buy herself a copy.
“I didn’t say the perfectly natural comeback, which is of course, ‘Why are we talking about what I could charge for sex when you have to rape people to have any?'”
A response to a response: it’s time to reject our complicity.
Some people will read a story in which a girl says no, eventually gives up and stops saying no, and because she doesn’t continue to say no the entire time, some people reading the story will be reluctant to call that rape.
It’s the first week of junior year at Virginia Commonwealth University, and my roommates Evan and Collin and I are having an apartment-warming party. They are…