Post: #1

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This SJW knows she made some crappy choices during this incident, and seems quite aware that her story wouldn't hold up in court. So she rounds up the White Knights who travel vast distances to assist her in assaulting this man. What really gets me is she then encourages others to publicly dox and attack possibly innocent men.

Taking the law into your own hands because "Rape Culture" is a piss poor excuse IMO. Innocent until proven guilty in the court of law means nothing to these people. If I was put into such a situation I'd press charges against her and the WKs who came to her "Rescue".

Quote:Before he raped me, I considered Sean my friend. I decorated a cake for his birthday. I played my songs for him. He shared his closet-grown weed with me. He giggled as I jumped in a pile of leaves.

I trusted him.

And then, two days after Thanksgiving, I asked Sean to accompany me to an all-ages show at the Bug Jar, a bar near my Rochester apartment. Since I was 19 and couldn't drink at the venue, we met at my place to pregame. I drank half a liter of UV Blue in 15 minutes.

By the time we got to the Bug Jar, I was slurring. Halfway into the first band's set, I could hardly stand up. I told Sean I needed to leave, and he walked me back to my apartment. I offered him my couch, headed for my bedroom, and blacked out.

I don't know how much time passed before I woke up to find Sean grinding on top of me. I was on my period and could feel Sean forcing my tampon high inside my body. He was grunting. I was struggling to form sentences. My words were taffy stuck to the roof of my mouth.

"N-n-no, no. Sean, p-please, no."

"I thought you were supposed to be good at this," he said.

I was too drunk to move, too numb to cry. I leaned into the alcoholic haze as he finished, whimpering myself to sleep.

In the morning, I tried to remember where I was, what happened after the show, and why Sean was naked and smiling at me. When I saw my own clothes strewn around my bed, the pieces came back.

I excused myself and ran to my roommate's bedroom, my eyes bulging. Leah asked what was wrong. I told her I didn't know, I just felt weird. She suggested we all go to breakfast at Mark's Texas Hots, the diner where Sean and I first met.

Sean sat next to me in the booth. I ordered a julienne salad with blue cheese dressing, and he stuck his stubby fingers in it, stealing my American cheese like he was my boyfriend.

Two hours later, I lay spread eagle on the living room hardwood, cringing as Leah's fingers inched inside me in search of my tampon because I couldn't get it out myself. Thirty seconds in, she gasped, her face contorting.

"Oh God, Emily. I'm sorry."

She pulled out a used condom. Behind it, the tampon. My words and tears came simultaneously.

"Leah, I think I was raped."

My journal entry from the day after.
My journal entry from the day after.
I was first sexually assaulted at 13 years old. I punished myself, embracing anorexia, self-harm, and isolation instead of seeking help. I believed the assault was my fault; I was too flirty and complicit and 17-year-old boys couldn't help themselves.

When Sean raped me, I knew my survival depended on creating an alternate ending. After years of wearing shame like a self-fastened straight jacket, I finally trusted that the assaults were not my fault.

And I was livid.

I knew the police wouldn't help. I had heard of friends going to the police, only to blamed or slut-shamed. I assumed I would be met with similar accusations, since I was drunk and considered Sean my friend.

I could already hear the questions: You let him sleep at your house, didn't you? ... Why did you ask him to go to the show with you if you weren't interested? ... If you were that drunk, how can you be sure you didn't consent?

I knew that even if I did have a strong case, justice would require months of being re-traumatized by the repeated telling of my story. The defense would probably slut-shame me. I would have to see Sean in court. And if I wanted to be taken seriously, I would have had to go to the emergency room for a rape kit, subjecting myself to further violation.

I was inspired by stories of women who sought vengeance. There was Lisbeth Salander, the fictional hero of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, who tattooed "I AM A SADISTIC PIG, A PERVERT, AND A RAPIST" on her abuser. There was the pregnant woman in Turkey who decapitated her repeat rapist and brought his head to town. There was the woman who set her daughter's rapist on fire outside of a bar. And there was Lorena Bobbitt, who cut her rapist husband's penis off.

I was tired of feeling like a victim and internalizing my pain. Instead of working within a system that repeatedly fails sexual assault victims, I decided I would take justice into my own hands.

I called my ex-boyfriend, a relative, and a friend, told them I had been raped, and asked the three of them to come to Rochester. I said I had a plan. They didn't ask questions.

My ex hopped a train from Indiana to Rochester and the others came in from Chicago. Over the next three days, we held private discussions in my bedroom, met up with Sean's roommates, and talked to his friends. The consensus was that our plan was fair.

Two weeks after the assault, we were ready.

My ex-boyfriend and I drove to Sean's house blasting Tupac's "Hail Mary" and rapping along to the intro: "I ain't a killer, but don't push me. Revenge is like the sweetest joy..."


The other two drove separately. We parked our cars a few blocks away from Sean's house, adjusted our ski masks, and clenched our fists.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

We walked through snow flurries to Sean's street. I approached the front door and knocked. Sean answered. Before he could say anything, my ex-boyfriend punched him twice in the face, picked him up, and threw him into a glass coffee table. The four of us ran to where he fell and administered blind punches and kicks, as though button-mashing in Street Fighter. I bludgeoned Sean's pudgy body with a sock-n-lock as my ex-boyfriend screamed, "You don't rape our friends and get away with it!"

Sean said nothing throughout the attack, just looked at the ceiling. Maybe he knew he deserved it. Maybe he was busy learning how it felt to be violated.

As the others headed for the front door, I turned around once more and screamed "FUCK YOU" in my own voice — the voice Sean had tried to take away from me. I lifted my weapon and whipped it hard into his stomach.

After the attack, we drove to a local tattoo shop, where I got the words "Burn It To The Ground" tattooed on my chest. Later, the words were joined by two tattooed praying mantises, one of which holds a bleeding mantis head in its hands.


​Bruises heal. Rape gets lodged in your stomach, mind, and spirit. Rape rears its ugly head in empty stares and cluttered thoughts and shallow sex. Rape does not end with revenge, however cathartic it is. Rape is a poison slowly working through the body. It is water torture — drip (remember) drip (remember) drip (remember). Rape continues to live in my bed, in my limbs, and in my interactions with lovers and friends.

I know my past actions are controversial. Pacifists like my mother will read this and think, How is this any better than rape itself? or, Why fight violence with violence? Some people will attempt to put me in the same category as Sean, labeling me as violent and irrational.

But then there are people like my father, who countered my mother's disappointment with, "Pam, this man raped your daughter." And there are arguments that my mother has finally come to understand; for example, the choice to seek personal justice in the face of an indifferent legal system.

I share this story because I want women to know that there are alternatives to slut-shaming, rape kits, and re-traumatization. You can call out your attacker on Facebook. You can make fliers and post them around town. You can spread the word amongst your friends. There are limitless options.

If taking the legal route feels more comfortable, go for it. I am by no means suggesting that anyone should follow in my footsteps, but I think stories like mine need to be shared for the sake of encouraging empowerment. Some people never speak out against their rapists; choosing to remain silent doesn't make someone weaker than those who fight back, but it further elucidates the extent to which our society fails to protect victims.


Five years after avenging myself, I stand by my decision to attack my rapist. Beyond giving victims their power back, actions like mine serve as warnings to former, current, and future rapists. People like Sean believe they can get away with assault because our legal system has imposed a culture of silence around sexual violence. Our society is swarming with rape apologists.

I will never apologize, even when it means being insulted, abandoned, or condemned for my actions. I burned my white flag a long time ago.

This story is for the survivors who feel silenced. I promise you still have a voice inside of you.

Pic of the author:


WNB

Post: #2

So did she post this because the statute of limitations on her confessed crime is past, or because she is an SJW (and thus a moron.)?

Post: #3

(05-19-2016 08:00 AM)Malone Wrote:  So did she post this because the statute of limitations on her confessed crime is past, or because she is an SJW (and thus a moron.)?

Well, this section rings the Rolling Stone fiction bell...

Quote:my ex-boyfriend punched him twice in the face, picked him up, and threw him into a glass coffee table

Glass coffee tables are RAPE CULTURE 101.

"I'd hate myself if I had that kind of attitude, if I were that weak." - Arnold

Post: #4

There's so much you could say, but the real takeaway is this:

Women are not strong enough to enact revenge themselves. They always act through other men.

There is no such thing as a strong woman, only a woman who knows which men will carry out her wishes without question.

God save us from people who mean well. -storm

Post: #5

This sums up what is no doubt in my mind a piece of absolute fiction:

Quote:I knew that even if I did have a strong case, justice would require months of being re-traumatized by the repeated telling of my story.

And yet she writes an article complete with evocative writing, descriptive detail, actual quotes from the event and elements of story telling to an audience far larger than would have ever been at her court case, to accuse a man of something that there is no proof he has done…. All of which requires her to spend a long time doing what exactly?

Quote:Being re-traumatized by the repeated telling of my story.

Post: #6

Jesus H. Christ and Lord Almighty. Paging AnonymousBosch and Lizard of Oz. They are going to have a field day with this… 'woman'.

Where should I even start? With the picture perhaps? Seems like a good idea because she does fill out the usual check list very nicely:

- fucked up hair
- stupid choice of hair color
- nose piercing
- soulless eyes --> especially her right one which screams about the Void and Abyss inside.

What she did is downright vile and is just another brick in the wall between genders that should be cooperating instead of fighting each other. Goddamn stuff like this makes me angry a depressed at the same time. I don't even believe her story because I simply can't. It simply reads too much like fiction being written by a teenage girl. Maybe she has the body of a woman but surely not the mind of one.

After going through psychiatry, psychosomatic classes and exercises I was told by my professors that many ACTUAL rape victims do not even talk after being raped. They sort of just shut down. It's supposed to be a defense mechanism of the mind against the gruesome act committed against their soul. Some even push the whole thing into total amnesia. This can go on for years on end and the only thing they experience are flashbacks or dissociative experiences where their mind disconnects from their body and they walk around the world like a robot.

What this woman does is denigrating actual victims. She says she does not want to be a victim yet she thoroughly enjoys the attention given to her as a 'supposed' victim. Rounding up innocent men who base their action on pure instinct when it comes to protecting the females within a species she deliberately uses them to deal out vicious violence against a, in my eyes, innocent man. Only because they've had intercourse whilst being under the influence of alcohol.

Multiple attackers? Weapons? Being thrown onto a fucking glass coffee table which could have caused multiple lacerations or worse? Fuck man I don't know how the poor lad looked like after. They way she describes it he must have been half dead.

And the icing on the cake? She gets herself a slutty tattoo with fucking mantises. Lord have mercy on her soul because there will come a time when she'll cross someone with such inane behavior and bullshit who simply won't.

Hope the man’s ok and she gets what she deserves. I hope through the justice system though I won't hold my breath.

Post: #7

(05-19-2016 08:16 AM)Benoit Wrote:  Glass coffee tables are RAPE CULTURE 101.

What is it with insane bitches and glass coffee tables?

I think this is a rape fantasy, followed by a rape revenge fantasy. So many things about it don't have the ring of truth, and read like a made-up story.

Quote:Sean said nothing throughout the attack, just looked at the ceiling. Maybe he knew he deserved it. Maybe he was busy learning how it felt to be violated.

You're being savagely beaten by four people, and you just quietly look at the ceiling. You know you deserve it, so you just let them murder you.



On the other hand, her portrayal of herself as a damaged lunatic I believe 100%. Crazy-colored hair, facial piercings, covered in tattoos. I know a lot of guys don't want to hear it, but I'll say it yet again: Stay far, FAR away from women who look like this.

Post: #8

^ I second that Rush.

It read like (what I assume to be) a trashy romance novel of vengeance. It reads like fiction, especially the part with the other "heroine" revenge stories. I'm surprised she didn't get a Punisher tattoo with a bow on top.

Im calling it now as an opportunity to use the 15 mins of fame for a creative writing opportunity to get work in Hollywood. Especially telling was the part of her bringing up 'Girl with the Dragon Tattoo'.

Post: #9

Well, she is mentally ill.

No, that's a fact. In common with most millennials playing the victim game, she discloses it herself here:

http://www.healthyplace.com/blogs/border...y-eveland/

Quote:I’m thrilled to introduce myself as the new author of HealthyPlace.com’s More than Borderline blog. I’m a 25-year-old memoirist, journalist, and songwriter from Chicago whose creative work is primarily centered on mental health and recovery. Over the past 12 years, I’ve been handed a number of diagnoses, including borderline personality disorder (BPD), posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD), bipolar spectrum, dysthymia, major depression, anxiety, anorexia nervosa, and drug/alcohol addiction. My personal belief is that most, if not all, of these diagnoses stem from the two primary causes of borderline personality disorder: sensitivity and trauma/invalidation.

My mental health journey began with a bout of major depression and school refusal in seventh grade, which resulted in my admission to an eight-week outpatient program in the suburbs of Chicago. The treatment center introduced me to cognitive behavioral therapy, but its positive benefits were temporary. The next year, I was sent to a residential treatment center in Utah for anorexia and left prematurely. I continued to suffer from my eating disorder until I picked up my first drink at 18, at which point my reclusive anorectic lifestyle was replaced with alcoholism and promiscuity.

I was introduced to BPD in 2014 when a therapist suggested dialectical behavioral therapy (DBT) just before firing me. Though insulted and resistant to her guidance, I saw that my situation was dire. I had burned my major bridges. I was emotionally frail, impulsive, and captive to my addictions. I finally agreed to find a DBT group in my area.

It took the intake specialist at the DBT center 10 minutes to diagnose me as borderline.

I dedicated a year of my life to DBT and graduated in early 2015. I barely recognize my old self. Today, I am sober, stable, and in remission from BPD. I’m still sensitive, but I’ve learned to channel my sensitivity into my art, rather than allowing it to rule my social interactions.

My posts on More Than Borderline will include references to DBT skills and creative ways to implement them. I will also be emphasizing the intersection of trauma and BPD, treating the latter as a cluster of symptoms rather than as a disease. I do not believe borderlines are doomed to eternal suffering. As an author of More Than Borderline, my goal is to free readers of shame and to instill self-compassion and understanding in its place.

There's also that she's a former prostitute:

http://narrative.ly/i-thought-sex-work-c...ead-wrong/

I'll leave you to sift through the standard "Woe is me" and misandrist narrative of the former prostitute, but the interesting part of all this is the confluence of dates.

According to the hooker article, she was with a guy named Aaron from about the age of 19.
According to her bio, she's 25 now.
According to her rape narrative, she was raped in 2010, when she was 19.

She is very likely, then, identifying Aaron as her rapist when you put these stories together.

Quote:I didn’t always hate prostitution. It started as an exercise in reclaiming power over my body, giving me the role of puppet master and casting johns as my paying audience.

Aaron shattered this fantasy.

I met Aaron, whose name like Leo’s has been changed here to protect his privacy, in Bloomington, Indiana, two months before I turned nineteen. My brother had recently been declared a missing person, having run from the boarding school he was sent to against his will. I was accused of helping him escape. I dropped out of Hampshire College in December and moved back to Chicago to live with my parents, whose suspicions about me continued to build. In early January, my computer disappeared from my bedroom. One night when my mother fell asleep, I packed my hiking bag, stole a handful of bills from my father’s wallet, and wrote a goodbye letter on my walls in black chalkboard paint. It was my turn to run away.

This is the same father who flaps his jaws and says "This man raped your daughter." The way the story begins:

Quote:I woke up, still drunk, on a thrifted couch in a punk-house living room. Aaron and I shook off the sleep in the shower and when he touched me, I felt like vomiting. He always wanted sex. I always had sex, but rarely wanted it.

“Aaron, cut it out.”

“Come on, Emily. It’s been a week.”

I submitted and fell to my knees, praying for him to finish before my jaw locked. It was a workday and, as usual, Aaron was robbing me of the sexual energy I was saving for my johns.

About the only element of her rape story I'm prepared to buy is the assertion of being sexually abused as a kid, since most of the mental disorders she's claiming to have derive from that incident, and most of her adult behaviour seems to be acting out against that sort of incident. The rest of it, fairly unlikely or projecting from the childhood abuse.

But this sort of woman is fucking dangerous, boys. Borderline Personality Disorder's first major symptom is:

Quote:- Difficulty coping with fear of abandonment and loss; continually seeking reassurance, even for small things; expressing inappropriate anger towards others whom they consider responsible for how they feel; a fragile sense of self and one’s place in the world.

And this one has been treated for BPD and shows no remorse at all for beating the fuck out of another living human being.

EDIT: When you take another look at the stories, it's actually a pretty good bet that Aaron is not the rapist, but rather one of the guys who participated in the beating, since he's identified as coming from Indiana to participate while the others are from Chicago, her home town, and she says she met Aaron in Indiana 2 months before she turned 19. This is a guy with a five year old son of his own ... and who she heavily implies in the hooker article also raped her on a repeated basis. Fucking idiot.

Let's also leave aside her accounts of being repeatedly raped by her lesbian friend while working as a prostitute. Didn't hear anything about the woman rapist getting her head punched in.

EDIT THE SECOND: Not to dwell on the point, but one might note the timing of this rape as compared with her account of her life otherwise. I can't put my finger on it, but something about it doesn't seem to fit.

According to her rape story, she was raped on November 28, 2010, at "her Rochester apartment". She beat the fuck out of the guy two weeks later, so say December 14, 2010.

But according to her hooker story:

Quote:Thirty-six hours later, Aaron and I were arrested in Havre, Montana for train hopping. We spent four days in jail, hitched to Seattle, and crashed on couches for a month. It was two months before I finally stopped riding suicide; I broke up with Aaron. I moved to the East Coast. I landed a job as a full-time barista in Rochester, New York, where I enrolled in school, signed a lease, and started therapy.

There is an Emily Brooke Eveland aged 25 out there, but as to whether she was capable of doing all of this and getting raped shortly therafter is another story. If you count up the months, from January when she basically says she met "Aaron", then a couple of months or so, then 7 months with her lesbian friend, then another 2 months before she gets to Rochester, it makes the rape date on November 28, 2010 close to impossible on straight timing. She's lying about something, and it's not just about the names of the losers she went with.

God save us from people who mean well. -storm

Post: #10

She made this up. The whole plan/fight seems lifted from that scene in The Town where Affleck and the other guy go beat up those guys for hassling his girl.

Claiming to be a rape victim is initiation now to becoming a feminist. It's sick obviously, it shows serious mental disorder and trivializes a heinous crime.

EDIT: ^^^Excellent research. She is completely insane.

Post: #11

An acquaintance of my family who was date raped told everybody who would listen for years that a friend of hers "in the Mafia" had "disappeared" her rapist. I've since learned that women who have been sexually abused often make up revenge fantasies and tell them to everyone.

Post: #12

Any man willing to put his dick in that thing should be beat as a service to the community and men in general.

Post: #13

(05-19-2016 08:22 AM)Paracelsus Wrote:  There's so much you could say, but the real takeaway is this:

Women are not strong enough to enact revenge themselves. They always act through other men.

There is no such thing as a strong woman, only a woman who knows which men will carry out her wishes without question.

A woman knows which weak men are hoping to bang her next and hope to earn it through doing her bs requests.

Post: #14

(05-19-2016 09:05 AM)Paracelsus Wrote:  Well, she is mentally ill.

No, that's a fact. In common with most millennials playing the victim game, she discloses it herself here:

http://www.healthyplace.com/blogs/border...y-eveland/

Quote:I’m thrilled to introduce myself as the new author of HealthyPlace.com’s More than Borderline blog. I’m a 25-year-old memoirist, journalist, and songwriter from Chicago whose creative work is primarily centered on mental health and recovery. Over the past 12 years, I’ve been handed a number of diagnoses, including borderline personality disorder (BPD), posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD), bipolar spectrum, dysthymia, major depression, anxiety, anorexia nervosa, and drug/alcohol addiction. My personal belief is that most, if not all, of these diagnoses stem from the two primary causes of borderline personality disorder: sensitivity and trauma/invalidation.

I wonder if her songs are actually Amanda Palmer-style caterwauling about feminist bullshit. That woman cannot sing. I reckon Jimmy Pop (Bloodhound Gang) sings better than her.

Post: #15

We can all ruminate about this until the cows come home.

But the moral of the story is now - and always has been:

STAY AWAY FROM GIRLS WITH COLOURED HAIR.

Post: #16

I'm starting to wonder if there should be a mental health requirement to use the internet; if the left wants mental health requirements to own a gun we might as well extend this to internet access as well.

If we implemented this then 95% of SJWs would be without their day jobs.

Post: #17

-Emily Eveland and Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)


-I THOUGHT SEX WORK WOULD BE EMPOWERING AND FEMINIST. I WAS DEAD WRONG.
By Emily Eveland

Post: #18

(05-19-2016 10:44 AM)Aquiles_Baesta_Parada Wrote:  -Emily Eveland and Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)


-I THOUGHT SEX WORK WOULD BE EMPOWERING AND FEMINIST. I WAS DEAD WRONG.
By Emily Eveland

Looks more like a metrosexual boy band member than a woman to be honest.

Post: #19

1. Definitely WNB, but there are plenty of desperate men out there who would, because I was one of them. I've banged some warpigs and nasty girls I wouldn't touch now - besides the fact I'm now married.

When I was sowing those wild oats, not long after losing my virginity, I was banging any girl that moved. Only after I got some experience and learned more, did I up my standards. Sex for me at that time was sex - something I hadn't been having before. It didn't matter who it was as long as I was doing it.

Think of how many dudes - especially in my millenial generation have very little sexual experience in part because of the confusion and feminist propaganda that has taught boys exactly the opposite of how to approach girls and get laid.

2. Her story reads like an even more vivid and most likely false story like the UVA hoax. The details in the story read like feminist fiction meets a comic book meets Andrea Dworkin.

This is definitely bullshit.

For instance how Shaun just took it and didn't try to fight back - or escape. You've got to be kidding me.

Her supposed ex boyfriend screaming "You don't rape our friends and get away with it!"

Wait. "Our"?? Is that a slip? I thought it was her. Are there others?

Then there's this:

"Over the next three days, we held private discussions in my bedroom, met up with Sean's roommates, and talked to his friends. "

His roommates and friends just allowed them to get in there, beat the shit out of him, and look the other way? Wouldn't Sean file a police report and those room mates/friends would have to give statements?

Post: #20

You guys have it all wrong. You are attempting to apply logic and facts.

These are not acceptable forms of analysis.

I recommend temp bans for everyone who has tried to look at this matter intelligently.

Post: #21

Never trust girls with pink hair, he should have seen this one coming.

Post: #22

(05-19-2016 11:09 AM)armenia4ever Wrote:  1. Definitely WNB, but there are plenty of desperate men out there who would, because I was one of them. I've banged some warpigs and nasty girls I wouldn't touch now - besides the fact I'm now married.

When I was sowing those wild oats, not long after losing my virginity, I was banging any girl that moved. Only after I got some experience and learned more, did I up my standards. Sex for me at that time was sex - something I hadn't been having before. It didn't matter who it was as long as I was doing it.

Think of how many dudes - especially in my millenial generation have very little sexual experience in part because of the confusion and feminist propaganda that has taught boys exactly the opposite of how to approach girls and get laid.

2. Her story reads like an even more vivid and most likely false story like the UVA hoax. The details in the story read like feminist fiction meets a comic book meets Andrea Dworkin.

This is definitely bullshit.

For instance how Shaun just took it and didn't try to fight back - or escape. You've got to be kidding me.

Her supposed ex boyfriend screaming "You don't rape our friends and get away with it!"

Wait. "Our"?? Is that a slip? I thought it was her. Are there others?

Then there's this:

"Over the next three days, we held private discussions in my bedroom, met up with Sean's roommates, and talked to his friends. "

His roommates and friends just allowed them to get in there, beat the shit out of him, and look the other way? Wouldn't Sean file a police report and those room mates/friends would have to give statements?

Well said Sir. Unfortunately the millenial generation is a lost cause (Not all millenials are like that). The bolded part has resonated with me, because it partially matches my own experience as a former clueless beta guy.

Post: #23

I have mixed feelings on this. As a teen, street vengeance was fairly common for a number of reasons. Suffering a beat-down isn't the worst thing to happen, and once it's done it's over. Let's say I was her dad though, while I'd certainly be tempted to kick someones ass, I'd also know that it was more important to get her some help to cope with the trauma. It doesn't sound like that happened, and it's far more important. She's not damaged "because" she got raped, she's damaged because she never learned coping skills, has abused drugs and engaged in other dangerous habits (in addition to being raped). Rape is terrible but I think people can recover.

All of that is of course speculating that she was in fact raped. One thing I'll say is that if what she described happened, then it was rape, which is more than what I can say for a lot of these stories.

Worst part of this isn't necessarily the actions she took, but that she is encouraging others to take the same actions (or worse). She's not the type of person that young women should be going to for advice. She's not a professional or an expert of any kind. She's not helping women cope with their rape, and women that take her advice are probably more likely to end up in a pile of shit.

Post: #24

This reads like satire. Drank a litre, went out to eat with the guy (probably acting friendly), 99.9 percent sure it was consensual.

The follow up trashy tattoo after the lame little assault is hilarious. Hopefully this bitch gets snapped off some serious time, it is no joke to barge into someones house and assault them.

Post: #25

It was published on XOJane. The story reeks of clickbait and trollbait.

2/10... WNR (Would not read)