My Fish Story

If I had to live underwater for two years, I would want to be a fish called the Rock Bass. I want to be this kinda fish because they hide in the rocks that are in the river, away from major predators. These fish are hard to catch because you have to draw those out with special bait; they are smart and won’t go for a worm. A rock bass is not the prettiest fish; however it is strong and has the ability to outsmart other fish. Rock bass are loners but they do school so I wouldn’t always be alone, but surrounded by my own kind. Two years is a long time, but in a town called Sheboygan, WI, there are a few areas where it is rumored that there are rock bass that are really old, so I could survive.

“There is a man who really likes raping women. It gets him off, the power and control he has, as well as the fear in her eyes as she realizes yes, this is really going to happen. He enjoys doing this as often as he can. But he doesn’t want to go to jail for it, nor does he want people to ostracize him socially if they discover he’s a rapist. (If nothing else, that makes it harder to find new victims!) So he attacks drunk women. He may even ply them with alcohol to get them drunker. He does this for two reasons: 1) They are easier to overpower and 2) No one believes them because they were drinking. After the rape, if the victim says she was raped, all you have to do is refer to the Legend of the Accidental Rapist, and everyone will rally to support you while dismissing the victim for being a sloppy drunk and a hysterical bitch who is too hopped up on feminist horseshit to think properly. Even better, most victims know that’s how it will go down, so they probably won’t say anything at all, leaving you to keep raping without much interference.”

—Amanda Marcotte, Rape Is Not an Accident
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