I’m sure pretty much every American over the age of 12 or so has seen the iconic WWII photograph that depicts a sailor kissing a woman on VJ day. Well, I’ve got bad news for you: the guy was a sex predator. That’s right, you weren’t seeing an act of jubilation in the joy of victory, but a lecherous thug kissing an unsuspecting woman in a surprise attack. What gave this cretin license to do this? Why, rape culture, of course…
A few facts have come to light. Far from being a kiss between a loving couple, we learn that George and Greta were perfect strangers. We learn that George was drunk, and that Greta had no idea of his presence, until she was in his arms, with his lips on hers.
…what George had committed was sexual assault. Yet, in an amazing feat of willful blindness, none of the articles comment on this, even as they reproduce Greta’s words for us. Without a single acknowledgement of the problematic nature of the photo that her comments reveal, they continue to talk about the picture in a whimsical, reverent manner, “still mesmerized by his timeless kiss.” George’s actions are romanticized and glorified; it is almost as if Greta had never spoken.
In a way, I understand this. The end of war is a big deal, and the euphoria felt throughout the nation on that day is an important part of American history. For so long, this photograph has come to represent that unbridled elation, capturing the hearts of war veterans and their families alike. The fact that this much-loved photo is a depiction of sexual assault, rather than passion, is an uncomfortable truth, and to call it out as such might make one seem to be a priggish wet blanket. After all, this sailor has risked his life for his country. Surely his relief and excitement at the end of the war is justified? Surely these are unique circumstances? The answer to the first question is yes. He is perfectly entitled to be ecstatic. He is perfectly entitled to celebrate. However, this entitlement does not extend to his impinging on someone else’s bodily autonomy.
Actually, she’s right by today’s standards. The law provides no excuse for this kind of behavior. Today, George would be arrested and court martialed, the Navy sued, and congressional inquiries would be held. We’d hear about “rape culture” in the military for months.
I’d ask why stop there? After all, by today’s standards pretty much every pop star prior to 1990 or so might as well be a rapist. Likewise, Sean Connery would be a batterer, Martin Luther King Jr. abusive, JFK a rapist, Gandhi a wife beater, the list goes on… There are so many illusions to shatter, so many cultural icons to smash, so many great men to lay low. It should keep the feminists busy for a very long time, as they erase every last vestige of patriarchal pride.
I’m not sure older men who came of age before the feminist revolution understand this, even today, and I think that’s one of the reasons they often have a tolerant attitude toward feminism. The hijinks they got away with as young men would now get many of them jailed and labeled as sex predators. Even hippie culture (and perhaps especially hippie culture) would be verboten today. Imagine what would happen if some long-haired freak took to walking around children without clothes on today, talking about “free love” and all the rest.
Yet, for some reason, it’s the young men – who have never had anywhere near the liberty afforded to previous generations of men – who bear the brunt of the “rape culture” penalties. Look at a woman the wrong way, or don’t look at her or pay any attention to her at all, but say something she doesn’t like (doesn’t even have to be sexual), and you could be reported for making her “feel threatened.”
The lesson here is that the more power we concede to the feminists, the worse they treat us. Every time we pass a law they want, they simply escalate their demands. Whenever we give them an advantage, they inevitably complain that much, much more is needed. And the sad thing is that despite bending over backwards to accommodate them, women are a lot less happy than they used to be.
It will never end until someone finally, decisively says “no.” That’s right, no means no. No more concessions.