After the “shitstorm” hit, that the Rolling Stone article about the UVA gang rape wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, I checked the twitter feed of one of my favorite feminists, Amanda Marcotte, who writes for Slate’s XX Factor. I actually felt bad for her, trying so desperately to salvage some tiny thread of dignity when her world view was shattered.
The problem was that she didn’t need to demean herself. That one article turned out to be so poorly vetted as to raise substantial doubts as to its veracity, or the blind faith that replaced journalistic integrity in reporting it, proves nothing more than that this one instance isn’t what it purported to be. Any thoughtful person realizes this, just as any thoughtful person realizes that one anecdote doesn’t prove the opposite.
The problem for Marcotte, of course, is that she, along with those who suffer from the same myopia, argue the opposite. When a rape occurs, whether it’s what the law considers a rape or of the amorphous variety that appeals mostly to Jezebel readers, it doesn’t prove all men are rapists or that our society is built on rape culture (whatever that is) under the auspices of the patriarchy. Live by the sword, get embarrassed by the sword.
But what salvages her honor, to the extent she believes it to be intact, is that she has the patriarchy to blame. What if it was just among women? Who then to blame? Continue reading →