In a time long ago and a land far away, the “battle of the sexes” was often a lighthearted exchange to prove feminist theories that women could do anything a man could do, “only better,” even if it were not true. Today, a playful battle has turned into a bitter and bloody war against men.
The Cornell 7 and alleged “gang rape” case is the culmination of almost a century of feminist indoctrination that elevated women as infallible and beyond reproach, all while trampling men on their way to break the glass ceiling.
No one is disputing that the young gentlemen’s behavior at Cornell was repugnant. But so was Jane Doe’s.
What do you expect when you go to a frat house after 11 p.m., already drunk and agreeing to more drugs, looking to have sex with a boy? Yes, this could have, and should have, gone differently, but the fact that it didn’t shouldn’t surprise anyone. Jane Doe’s story isn’t unique. What’s unique is the current culture in which women’s empowerment is defined by the abandonment of virtue.
I was once Jane Doe, as I suspect many young girls have been: a young, insecure, freshman desperately seeking the attention of a sophomore football player. One night, I intentionally wore a provocative outfit for a themed sorority party. I got drunk. Very drunk. And I walked to said sophomore’s fraternity house late at night.
A few random boys were hanging out in the basement. Lucky for me, they behaved more like gentlemen than the boys at Cornell. I stumbled to the object of my affection’s room. I don’t need to expound on what happened. His roommate was in the bunk above us.
I was mortified. I was unsure. I was confused. But I did not leave.
I knew it wasn’t right, but I thought having sex with this man would make him love me. I purposefully drank enough to numb the doubts and fears I felt. Like Jane Doe, I pursued the very thing I later came to deeply regret. Like her, I wanted it even though it would devastate and define me for years to come.
It would happen again, with another young man. Same intent. Same behavior. Worse outcome.
At one point, many years later, during the height of the #metoo movement, I thought about using these stories to further the feminist cause and persecute a man I believed had committed sexual assault. Men must be held accountable for taking advantage of young women, I thought, no matter how long after the fact. They simply cannot get away with it. The patriarchy must be dismantled.
However, I barely remembered what had happened all those years ago. The details are fuzzy. Was I drugged? Maybe, but I was also heavily intoxicated. What leg did I have to stand on? What good would it do to drudge up the past and potentially ruin a man’s life?
What I had to do was deal with my own shame, sadness, and deep insecurity. I had to not only repent and ask God for forgiveness for my behavior, but also take responsibility for it and change it. I had to value myself and my body. No lawsuit, no writing a letter to the university (which I did), and no amount of blaming others would make me whole. Only Jesus could do that.
It is my hope that Jane Doe and other women do the same to examine their own behaviors and beliefs before solely condemning men.
According to data from Survey Center on American Life, a good majority of liberal women blame men for their problems (and all of society’s problems too). Despite the multitude of facts that prove women really have nothing to complain about.
Rather than admit that the sexual revolution and the freedom it promised didn’t pan out exactly how they envisioned, women now must point the finger at someone else for their discontent, self-loathing, and unhappiness. The obvious scapegoat is men.
With help from Hollywood, the media, and progressive politicians, women have been reduced to victims of male behavior, which is ironic after decades of feminist claims that women are empowered to do and be anything they want. However, no matter what shape feminism takes in the modern era, its consistency lies in the perception of women as the superior sex who can do no wrong.
Modern leftist women hold men to impossible standards while failing to take responsibility for, at this point, almost anything, including murder.
A culture that refuses to acknowledge women’s capacity for transgression does not protect women; it infantilizes them. It also makes fairness impossible when serious accusations and conflicting accounts enter public debate.
The status quo between the sexes is untenable. Beyond declining fertility rates, this war is soul-crushing. It transforms grace, forgiveness, and responsibility into rage, blame, and depravity.
There are bad men out there who, hopefully, will be punished for real crimes. But there are also bad women who have gotten away with injustices for decades. I suggest Jane Doe, and every woman looking to blame men for their problems, take a long, hard, and honest look in the mirror.
