Chico College Confession #4572

As this issue of Synthesis Weekly comes out on May 12, it’s probable that the thing I’m about to address will have blown over by then. The thing I refer to took place on the Chico College Confessions Facebook page. The general idea behind the page is pretty self explanatory, students write in anonymously with their “confessions,” which for the most part are fairly depressing. A lot of people take to this page to complain about their roommates, lament or brag about sexual conquests, and make their polarized opinions on Greek life known. Last week, the confessions took an upswing for the dramatic when the following listing was posted:

“Confession #3524: I was raped twice and almost raped again since I have moved to Chico. I cant help but think they were all my fault because of the multiple occurrences. Nobody really knows because I always walk around happy as can be. I now live my life getting blacked out drunk multiple times a week and having unprotected sex with various men every weekend. I feel like it is a lot easier to just give men what they want instead of having them take it from me… I’ve tried to reach out for help but I keep sinking deeper and deeper no matter how hard I try…”

Now, obviously, the author of the post should seek help immediately. There are a variety of outlets both on and off campus for these exact situations. However, the point of contention for me came in the thread of comments that followed. A Chico State student named Weston used the forum as an opportunity to shame the author of the post, spouting such lofty gems as “If you get drunk with sketchy people then you were going to get put in sketchy situations.” I’ve said it before, but chastising the victim of rape for placing themselves in that situation, wearing certain clothing, etc, really is focusing on the wrong end of the dick.

Simply accepting the blanket assumption that rape will happen as an inevitable factor in our society, and oops, boys will be boys and all that jazz, is pathetic. The sheer number of asinine comments spewed by this idiot was staggering. I almost had to admire his staunch dedication to camp out on the page and argue with the multitude of people who spoke out against him.

Obviously there are few things more pointless than arguing with strangers on the Internet; personally, it always evokes a real “not my circus, not my monkeys” type of feeling. However, I felt the astounding cockery of this Weston individual bore mentioning. Now, like I said, most likely by the time you read this, the dust surrounding this thread will have settled. But should it? Isn’t this kind of laissez-faire attitude about sexual assault exactly the type of behavior we should admonish? I’m sure by the time this is published, other “confessions” will have been posted, and dear Weston will be back to touting his achievements (“registering over 66,000 people to vote!”), and defending us helpless women from the onslaught of unsheathed dicks being brandished about in our direction, the sure result of our low-cut tops or walking alone past curfew. No matter.

And now, dear reader, back to your regularly scheduled lighthearted content! How about Game of Thrones this season?!

Zooey Mae has been working as a writer monkey for Synthesis Weekly since 2007. Her favorite things include (but are not limited to), Jeffrey Brown, bubble wrap, Craig Thompson, pillow forts, receiving handwritten letters, and whiskey. She spends her free time stockpiling supplies for the impending robot Apocalypse and avoiding eye contact with strangers.