@p @LaylaAlexandrovna @PonyPanda one of my friends in college got raped by a woman. I followed his roommate back to their dorm room so he could grab a hoodie. Roommate opened the door and there was our friend, pants around his ankles, with the town trailer hitch riding him like a broke-down winnebago. He was so drunk, he rolled his eyes at us like "Help me" but his roomie just laughed and grabbed the hoodie, the whore rapist laughed and rode our friend harder, and I just stood there in shocked silence until my friend slammed the door and we left him there.

The next day, we were telling him "So ol' Trailer Hitch got a hold of you," and he didn't even remember, tried to deny it. But she was a loudmouth and stole a pair of his underwear on the way out, so she had proof. Being a Trailer Hitch, she kept trying to hook up with him ever after, and (far too late) we all protected him from her until college was over.

Of course, back in my day, blaming the victim was the style at the time. So if a man got raped by some over-sized floozy, why we figured it was his own fault for getting so drunk and leaving his door unlocked. Pepperidge Farms remembers