I have a horrible horrible flu, so I've spent the whole day in bed drinking expensive orange juice and taking too many painkillers* to try and quell the thunderdome situation in my frontal lobes.
But if I wasn't at home feeling sorry for myself, I would be attending the Wellington Young Feminists Collective Slutwalk. The Slutwalk is a protest aimed not just at rapists but at the society which allows rape to flourish- judges who let defendants in a rape case demand to know what the women was wearing, girls who call other girls 'sluts', men who say women are 'asking for it' when they wear a short skirt, police officers who suggest that if women don't want to be raped they should dress modestly and stay in at night.
Rape is never the fault of the victim- no matter what she is wearing or how slammin' her ass was looking; and I hope that todays Slutwalk will be able to remind Wellingtonians of that fact.
*As my dad says, pain is for peasants.
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