Because everything changes that day,and people are afraid of change. That sounds like a cliché, but this is a fundamental change in the way they look at things. We tend to look at other people as a juxtaposition to ourselves; it is hard to imagine the people we hang out with being, well, rapists.
And we don't like to consider that we might be unwitting contributors to one of humanity's most horrifying failures.
Yet what we're looking at is, as with any fundamental challenge facing the human endeavor, a generational solution.
Of course people have the power to protect themselves against certain crime, but such precautions don't add up to much if we do not address the underlying motivations of crime.
Many people
seem to imagine that crime is all sinister and supervillainous, but in reality, it is presently very difficult to describe a world in which the contributions of poverty, poor education, and other deprivations are erased so that we're only dealing with the criminal deviants that nature absolutely demands. That is, there will always be a psychopath to rape and kill, or a kleptomaniac to swipe your heirloom vase. But think of the drug war; there need not be an addict to steal your stuff to buy his next fix—that is a product of general marketplace dynamics (i.e., supply and demand) tailored specifically by prohibition. As we have observed in recent years, decriminalization, legalization, and other de-escalation of the drug war such as needle exchanges and transforming the discussion from one of crime to one of public health have positive effects on a bad situation. Sure, there will be questions of addiction and health damage in a legalized environment, but I can only hope for the day when that is the main question, when we stop deliberately making things worse.
In the War of the Sexes, societal attitudes need a broad-spectrum change. Should we merely hope for a day when a woman's precautions are no more than that of men? Can we actually
do anything about it? If I can only hope for such a day, it is because, like the drug war, the outcome is not solely in one person's hands.
Such solutions belong to all of us.
With something like the drug war, rational consideration trumps prohibition in a manner much akin to
Silva crushing Griffin.
But many of the opinions that have swung in recent years belong to people who feel removed from the stakes. This argument could be won on purely rational grounds; for most of these self-removed opinions, just follow the money and they're convinced it's all a waste.
With the rape question, though,
everything about the situation is much more proximal. Few are the men in first-world societies who have no mother, sister, daughter, or female friends. One can, observably, be simultaneously horrified by—and thus nominally "against"—rape, but paralyzed by both the magnitude of the situation and neurotic self-interest.
The neurotic conflict sets the self-evident against comfort of sloth, a metathesiophobic tendency, and the spectre of self-indictment.
How do we measure
Panty and Stocking°, for instance? Are the characters a denigration of women, or something affirmative and considerably more complex? I tend to go with the latter, but there is the comfort of sloth and spectre of self-indictment to deal with; I think it's hilarious, and I would hate to lose this sort of pop culture art.
Pulp Addiction: Panty and Stocking saving the men of Daten City.
Maybe it seems puerile to use a cartoon in such an example, but this is how pervasive the questions can be. And against that comfort, tendency, and spectre, such a proximal invasion can easily trigger ego defense. And in a seeming psychological mockery of Third Law Conservation, the magnitude and complexity of the neurotic defense is in some way relative to the magnitude and complexity of the pressing issue.
Everything changes that day. Unfortunately, the correct path to take is fraught with scary-looking mysteries. They do not see because they are afraid to look.
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Notes:
° Panty and Stocking — Of the cartoon series Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt. I would offer a video link, except it really is that profane.