You know, what's kind of messed up about this is that I can see both sides of it.
We have many things designed to protect people from certain kinds of infringements, not just rape. And for the most part, no one blames the victim if they get robbed and they don't have a taser, or whatever. None of us are perfect all the time, not everyone knows what their options are, and at the end of the day, it's the criminal's fault, not yours. And we know that. We don't have this stuff to pretend it's not the criminal's fault. We have this stuff because the world is imperfect.
But people really do blame rape survivors for what they did or didn't do during their assault. We do.
If they were out after 10, if they wore a skirt, if they had even one drink -- whatever -- we blame them as a culture for being raped. Some of the more disgusting people even trying to guilt them for "ruining" their rapists lives if they press charges.
But I'd much rather have this nail polish than some of the "rape undies" I've seen lately -- glorified chastity belts. The message that sends just makes me want to cry. I actually really like the idea of a sly and intelligent way to outsmart dosers.
But let's not pretend there isn't a real issue of rape culture here, and that are our culture might not blame a woman for not having this nail polish on her, or whatever, because it HAS and it DOES.
So what are we going to do about that?
What's funny is the only person I actually personally know who has been slipped date rape drugs in their drink is a guy. When we were in Singapore, a friend of mine had some older Englishman slip something into his drink at the bar. He had to be taken almost immediately back to the ship and to medical, where they tested him for drugs and found one of these drugs in his system (not sure which, its been a while).
This actually just happened to me as well a couple weeks ago (well, around me).
My next door neighbor got slipped something while he was out with his girlfriend. I think the dickhead was aiming for her and got him, or maybe both of them so he could rob him and do... whatever... to her.
Because he's a horse of a man, he was able to kind of stumble around for a few hours, but he has no idea what happened. Lost his keys, his phone, his wallet, and didn't know where his girlfriend was. Showed up at the complex at 3 in the morning and rang my doorbell in desperation. He was really freaked out.
I don't know if the drugger got her too or what, but he did eventually find her. I let him know I was around if he needed anything, but I don't know what happened after that. Scary as hell.
Sometimes guys get hit by accident, sometimes on purpose for the purposes of mugging or just torture, but it certainly happens.
Like others here, I never leave my drink. If I MUST leave it out of sight, it goes behind the counter, unless I'm out with one of about 3 people I trust to pay attention to it. Otherwise it gets ditched.
I've just dragged too many incapacitated people out of bars, men and women both.