Miriam Mogilevsky (@sondosia) is allegedly a human being, although manifestly lacking in empathy and filled with a hateful appetite for sadistic revenge, which is to say she is a feminist. Her numerous efforts to destroy civilization include her advocacy of atheism, because those who hate humanity usually begin by hating God. She developed advanced skills in intellectual perversion at Northwestern University and is now working on her master’s degree in spiteful evil at Columbia.
If my description of Ms. Mogilevsky seems tendentious or perhaps even unfairly pejorative, it is because I’ve decided to adopt her own practices, as evidenced by her column on “affirmative consent”:
This fall, the new affirmative consent law in California, which requires all universities that receive state funding to adopt definitions of consent that translate roughly to “only yes means yes” rather than simply “no means no,” reignited a number of age-old debates about the meaning of consent and sexual assault. One of them is the claim that anti-rape advocacy is attempting to redefine perfectly good sex as rape, and that in this new climate, men cannot ever be safe from being accused of rape no matter how careful they are. . . .
(Translation: Anyone worried about this is paranoid.)
I’ve heard these sorts of remarks too. “I don’t even bother asking women out now,” or “I haven’t had sex for years because I’m scared they’ll call me a rapist.” I feel sad for these men who clearly want sexual intimacy but feel that they have no choice to give it up. And I also feel angry, because this is not what we’ve been saying, and yet they insist that we’re telling them they can’t have sex at all. . . .
(Actually, “we” — that is to say, feminists — have been saying exactly this for decades, as Ms. Mogilevsky would have to admit if she weren’t so disingenuous about her own anti-male ideology.)
I don’t want anyone to be lonely, insecure, and sexually unfulfilled. I don’t want anyone who wants to have sex to be unable to have it. I want everyone to have the confidence to pursue and find the types of relationships they’re interested in. I want everyone to feel worthy and valuable even if they haven’t found a partner yet.
But I also want people to pursue all of this ethically. That means that if you’re ever unsure if someone is consenting, you stop and ask. And if you don’t think you are able to do that, then you should abstain from sex until you are able to do it.
You can read the rest of that exercise in deliberate dishonesty, but let’s pause to notice how Ms. Mogilevsky attributes legitimate concerns about a real danger — false accusations of rape — to men being “lonely, insecure, and sexually unfulfilled.” In other words, feminists have expended enormous effort to terrorize college men with these threats of spurious rape accusations, but if men react rationally to the threat, Ms. Mogilevsky will attribute this to the psychological weakness of males. The sadist revels in the belief that her victims are pathetic and helpless.
Despite her youth, Ms. Mogilevsky has spent years promoting the idea that others are in need of her sexual instruction. In a 2012 column for the student newspaper at Northwestern University, she delivered an unhelpful sermon about “hookup culture”:
Sure, there’s a chance you’ll go to a party one night and meet someone who just happens to like having sex the exact same way you do, but it’s a pretty small chance.
Those lucky people can probably skip the rest of this column, but the rest of us should remember that you can’t get what you want if you don’t ask for it.
Unfortunately, expressing yourself clearly isn’t easy when you’re slurring your words, which brings me right to my next point: In order for hooking up to be safe and fun, we need to stop depending on alcohol as a social lubricant. . . .
I don’t think that casual sex is intrinsically wrong, unhealthy or dangerous. I do think, however, that most of us are going about it the wrong way. For those people who want no-strings-attached sex, hookup culture could be a great thing — just not the hookup culture that we currently have.
Ms. Mogilevsky was active in SHAPE (Sexual Health and Assault Peer Educators) at Northwestern, and is eager to lecture others, as she writes in her recent column about “affirmative consent”:
I wish I could explain consent to all of these men. I wish they could attend one of my workshops about consent, where I help people learn to understand body language, find language to help them ask for and give consent, and show how these skills apply to all areas of life, not just sex.
You see, college men? Your problem is not that you might be falsely accused of rape because you hooked up with a drunk chick whose morning-after regrets morphed into a plan for revenge. Rather, your problem is that you haven’t been lectured by Miriam Mogilevsky.
Only after she has expended a few hundred words about men’s allegedly irrational fear of false rape accusations does Ms. Mogilevsky finally admit how much she enjoys inspiring such fear:
It is possible that someone who doesn’t have to face a high likelihood of being sexually assaulted feels subjectively as bad when they imagine the possibility of “accidentally” assaulting someone as I feel when I imagine the possibility of being assaulted (on purpose).
But for me, personally, the fear of being assaulted is so much worse. . . .
This is why I am glad that men are starting to feel that surmountable fear. I don’t want them to live in terror. I don’t want them to avoid sex out of fear. (That would be how the other half lives.) I do want them to accept their fair share of the responsibility, though. And yes, that means more fear than they may be used to.
Ah, here we have it at last: Fear and Loathing of the Penis!
This existential dread of masculinity has evidently become pandemic among certain sensitive young feminists in recent years, and I’m not sure why, although I suspect it has something to do with the brutal porn-influenced appetites that seem to have taken hold among some young men. Yes, let’s just go ahead and talk about this unfortunate reality:
Due in part to what they see in pornography, teenage boys have no qualms coercing young women into having anal sex, according to a new study, with some of these encounters possibly crossing the line into rape.
Researchers interviewed 130 men and women aged 16–18 from diverse social backgrounds in three different locations in England. The report, published last month, states that young people “frequently cited pornography as the ‘explanation’ for [engaging in] anal sex,” although masculine competition between boys to see who could engage in the activity the most often also played a role.
They found a “key element” in this risky new behavior is the “normalization of coercion and ‘accidental’ penetration. It seemed that men were expected to persuade or coerce reluctant partners.” . . .
Experts say the new research adds to a growing body of evidence that young people, influenced by pornography, are eager to try out the techniques they see online, often with little empathy or regard for the other person’s well-being.
This is obviously a serious problem, but feminists find themselves compelled to avoid confronting the problem directly because:
- Criticizing pornography, per se, might result in feminists losing the financial and political support of organizations like the ACLU and the Democrat Party that have long been allied with the pornography industry;
and
- Criticizing anal sodomy, per se, would put in jeopardy feminism’s de facto alliance with gay rights activists whose lifestyle involves the avid pursuit of this practice.
We therefore find that the spread of porn culture has made it something of a competitive sport for young males to inflict upon women a particularly painful sort of degradation, yet feminists dare neither to criticize porn not to criticize specifically the type of assault they most fear. The result? A lot of vague talk about the importance of “consent” and the need to learn “skills” in negotiating sexual activity.
Tell you what: I’m just going to link this first-person account about how such “negotiation” works in real life, so you can click that link, read her story and then join me in deploring the normalization of such activity. And here is feminist Meghan Murphy’s testimony:
My first boyfriend was pissed that I wouldn’t have anal sex with him. Not just because he, you know, wanted to try out all the super sexy things he’d learned watching porn, but because I’d done it before — with other guyswho weren’t him. No fair, amirite?
The fact that the whole, entire reason I wouldn’t have anal sex with him was because I’d tried it already with a couple of other guys and the experience ranged from completely boring and unpleasurable to extremely painful eluded him. My pleasure wasn’t the point. The point was 1) No fair, wah! (i.e. why did other men “get” something he didn’t), 2) The thought of emulating something he masturbated to in porn turned him on, 3) Possible pleasure for him . . .
You can read the rest of that, which must have been embarrassing for Ms. Murphy to admit, but such frankness is preferable to the veil of euphemistic obscurity that has concealed from honest discussion exactly why college women seem so angry about men and sex, an anger that helps fuel the “rape epidemic” hysteria that leads to “affirmative consent” policies and a phony Rolling Stone story about a freshman girl being raped atop a pile of broken glass by a gang of Phi Kappa Psi brothers led by the non-existent “Haven Monahan.”
HEY, YOU IDIOTS: STOP DOING GIRLS IN THE BUTT.
There, I said it. No matter how much porn performers may make anal sex seem like the ultimate in pleasure, it’s not, at least not for normal people. All evidence suggests that college girls are as willing now as at any previous moment in human history to engage in normal sex. The problem, however, is that some college guys have become bored with normal sex — perhaps because it is so widely available — and are therefore seeking thrills by coercing college girls into abnormal sex.
Exactly how are we to fix this problem? How is “affirmative consent” supposed to work? When a college guy meets a college girl at a party, should they have a loud and explicit conversation about what they’re going to do together — making sure that there are witnesses to their sexual agreement — before they leave the party? Can you imagine the testimony at the ensuing university discipline hearing if she claims he broke their agreement? The dude’s fraternity brothers can be expected to testify that the girl agreed in advance to the activity she claims was non-consensual, while her sorority sisters will testify that she’s not that kind of girl and would never voluntarily do such a thing.
The attempt to enforce “affirmative consent” policies should certainly provide amusement for university officials forced to listen to this kind of testimony, although perhaps some administrators will find it sad and ironic. Here is this intelligent girl with an excellent SAT score and a near-perfect GPA tearfully insisting that after guzzling booze at a party she had no idea that the guy who invited her to his dorm room intended to have sex with her. Then here is the guy, also with a high SAT score and a near-perfect GPA, saying that he has no idea why this girl is so angry at him just because — oops! — he accidentally put it in the wrong hole. Also, he didn’t reply to her text message the next day, so now she’s telling everybody he’s a rapist, which could put a damper on his social life.
It’s difficult for me to muster much sympathy for either the guys or girls in these predictable “he-said, she-said” situations, but I have exactly zero sympathy for an inhuman monster like Miriam Mogilevsky. Anybody who can afford to attend Northwestern University (annual tuition $47,251) is too rich to demand sympathy from me, even if she wasn’t a hate-filled atheist. But her sadistic glee at the thought of inspiring fear in men was certainly enough to earn my complete contempt:
When I first read that Bloomberg piece about waning “hookup culture,” my initial reaction was, honestly, to shrug. Let them be scared. Let them avoid sex and intimacy. I’ve certainly done that because I was afraid of sexual assault.
Yet she must add to such injury the insult of pretended sympathy:
[Men] seem afraid because they still don’t understand that their female partners are human beings with their own subjective experiences, experiences that they would do well to listen to and try to understand.
I don’t want men to live in fear. I don’t want men to stop flirting with women and asking for their number. I don’t want men to start refusing sex with eager, consenting women because what if they’re actually lying and not consenting.
I want them to listen to us. I want them to respect our agency. I want them to let us write the story together with them, rather than writing each chapter themselves and then handing it to us to read, perhaps accepting some critique if they are especially gracious.
“Hell hath no fury,” et cetera. We should never wish ill on people, and must be content to know how unlikely it is that anything good could ever happen to someone as hatefully dishonest as Miriam Mogilevsky.
