Apparently I was raped once. Didn't know it at the time...
Went out with a gal. Took about 15 min to decide "oh HELL no, she crazy". Made mental note: do not get drunk, do not sleep with crazy bitch.
She bought me drinks and swapped them out behind my back when they got low. I got drunk. Close to off-my-ass drunk.
Took her home. Remembered mental note "do not sleep with crazy bitch". Tried to leave. She literally glommed onto me and tried to physically prevent me from leaving. Managed to make me fall down. Climbed on for the ride. I was drunk enough that my resolve to not sleep with crazy bitch got hazy, and "when in Rome, make out with a Roman" took over.
Well she had her way with me while I was too drunk to really give informed consent.
I guess I should go file charges, never mind its been 20 years, it was rape dammit! Well at least by modern standards, back in the day I'd of been laughed out of court...
The world turns I suppose...
Fiddling While Rome Burns
Carthago Delenda Est
"I used to roll the dice; see the fear in my enemies' eyes... listen as the crowd would sing, 'now the old king is dead, Long Live the King.'.."
Honestly...one death sentence for some college puke who date rapes might change the tune a little. But such statements are only a dream even in a world where one could PROVE that someone did such an action.
The Crowd is not the sum of its parts.
What you described (part that I split out) never happened that I'm aware of....seems far-fetched to me.