I’d like to start this post with a pretty uncontroversial
premise: We, as a nation, believe that adults should not be having sex with
children. To most of us, we don’t ever feel the need to qualify this belief. It
seems pretty self-evident. It’s gross and creepy and the idea of it makes most
of us very uncomfortable. Beyond that, I think we all agree it can have
devastating results for the child involved. Agreed?
Not only do we think it’s gross, creepy, uncomfortable,
violent, and generally detrimental to people’s mental, emotional, and physical
well-being, we’ve also made it a crime. Every state in the United States has
statutory rape laws in effect. The first law I can find record of is from 1285
in England.[1]
The age of consent used to be 12, until the late 19th century when “feminists
sought to increase the age of consent to protect young women from potentially
coercive relationships.”[2]
The details vary from state to state, but they’ve all got
something on the books in generally the same spirit: we as a society do not
believe that a minor possesses the mental and emotional wherewithal to consent
to sex. If you are 15 and you have a
30-year old boyfriend (or girlfriend), and you say, “Yes, let’s have sex,”
society intervenes.
“Yes, 30-year old boyfriend, let’s have sex,” hypothetical
15-year old you says.
Society responds, “Nuh-uh. Not on our watch.”
“But I’m an adult! I can make my own decisions! I’m ready
and I want to do it!” You reply defiantly.
“Nuh-uh. You are not an adult. Your brain is physically
still developing. Your body is still physical developing. You are not physically
an adult. And judging by your emotional outburst, you’re not mentally an adult
either.”“My IQ is off the charts! I’m more intelligent than most adults!”
“But your parents drive you to school every morning. You’re a child.”
“I am not!”
“Look, that guy is a creepy weirdo who can’t convince adults
to have sex with him, and so he is preying on your insecurities.” Society is
adamant.
“He’s not preying on me! We’re in love!”
“Fall in love with someone your own age. At least you’re
both kids then. There will be some innocence in it.”
“Boys my age are stupid!”
“Goddamnit. Go to your room.”
“I hate you society!” You scream defiantly. Then you sneak
out of your room and have sex with the 30-year old in his parents’ car (or in
the case of creepy weirdo women predators, her classroom [Note: Why are they
always teachers? {Note within a Note: Why do we think it’s somehow cool when it’s
a boy sleeping with a woman? Smells like gender hypocrisy.}]). Then Society
arrests the boyfriend and says he raped you.
“We warned you!” says Society.
If this scene played out in Alabama, it’s second-degree rape
(2 to 20 years in prison). If the kid was under 12, it’s first-degree rape
(life or 10 to 99 years). Though in Alabama, the age limit is 16. If you’re
older than 16, you can consent. If it’s in California, and you’re under 18, you
can’t even “fall in love” with another 17-year old. It’s a misdemeanor. But if
the person you “fall in love” with is under 16 and you’re over 21, you’re back
in felony territory. (By "fall in love," I mean "have sex with.")
Conservative states, liberal states, Montana, etc., they all
have some statute defining rape as something that happens even when both parties
consent. Rationale? Society does not believe that people under certain age
limits have the mental and emotional wherewithal to say no. It’s criminal.
Everybody agree? Not a controversial statement.
So let me ask you this: How can we expect that a 15-year old virgin had the mental and emotional wherewithal to say no to GOD?! Holy shit!
“Yes, brilliant white light, mystical angel being who I’ve
never seen or known anyone to have seen before, I will carry the child of God.”
Society responds, “Oh, well that’s totally different. And
come to think of it, it’s cause for celebration!”
What?! How? But what about all those rape statutes?
“Well, it is God, so I’m pretty sure it’s okay,” says
Society.
But how could she say no? If we didn’t think little Jessica
McDougalhauser from down the street could say no to Creepy Larry, how could
Mary say no to God? She didn’t have a choice!
“Well, God is only doing it to save the world and humanity.”
He couldn’t find another way? He’s God! What is he Zeus?
“Look, settle down. It’s not like they had sex. It was an
immaculate conception. She just became pregnant. No penetration.”
So if Creepy Larry just artificially inseminated little
Jessica McD that would have been okay?
“Well, no. That would still have been very very rapey.”
If anything, the immaculateness makes it even more galling.
At least Zeus had the courtesy of turning himself into a beautiful swan and
providing the mortals he knocked up the pleasure of having sex with a god.
Mary
gets the worst of both worlds here: Impregnated by God yet STILL a virgin?
Whenever the Devil fucks somebody in a movie, weird Antichrist spawn comes out
of their vagina later on, but they always get their rocks off in that sex
scene.
“Not in Rosemary’s
Baby, that scene was very rapey as well.”
Touché Society! But still, look at Saint Theresa. God can
get people’s rocks off. Why not Mary?
“Now you’re just being obscene.”
Nuh-uh. This whole celebration of God knocking up a 15-year
old girl is obscene! Add in the claim that “we’re all God’s children,” and
Christmas is just a celebration of a Deity raping His daughter. Where are the
feminists on this one?
Pass the eggnog! Ho! Ho! Ho! Merrrrrrrrrrrry Christmas!
[2] Asaph
Glosser, Karen Gardiner, and Mike Fishman, The Lewin Group. “Statutory Rape: A
Guide to State Laws and Reporting Requirements,” published December 15, 2004: http://aspe.hhs.gov/hsp/08/sr/statelaws/intro.shtml
(accessed 12/24/12).
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