As a followup to my last post: If the current definition of rape is so malleable as to allow for literally every ambulatory creature to be convicted of rape, how can we then sensibly differentiate?
The answer is fairly simple. We must have a signed consent form.
Men’s Rights Activist Angry Harry forsees and fears this particular future. But it really is an excellent answer. Angry Harry’s objection is that it must be obtained and signed for every single sex act, and surely someone will forget in the passion of the moment. And then a young lady who was enjoying her evening will flip on the news and discover that she’s technically been raped, and will boil herself and her lover in a slowly heating stew of legal indictment.
The solution to his objection is quite simple: we need a permanent consent form. A form that is signed by both parties, one or two witnesses, and a legal or social authority of appropriate standing. Interested couples would be required to get this form signed and notarized before engaging in any sexual activity, and also be required to undergo formal legal procedures to have this consent withdrawn, should they so desire. All sexual activity taking place without a consent form would then be clearly defined as illegal.
My solution is so elegant, so ingenious, that it’s a wonder nobody’s thought of it before.
Silly moderns, always going on about how you can’t turn back the clock. With Mr. Chesterton, I respond:
1. That’s a rather disingenuous metaphor. Hand me a clock and watch me turn it back.
2. We must turn it back or die. Whether the thing is possible or not is of exactly zero relevance.