It wasn’t until mid 2000’s that FBI changed the criteria for rape/sexual assault so that the victim didn’t have to have black eyes or bruises or welts for the attack to count as “sexual assault.” That is really important to understand: the FBI keeps tabs on categories of crime & in doing so defines what has to have occurred for X to be recorded as Crime Category Y. With the old definition of sexual assault the absence of screaming, black eyes, bruises meant whole lots of sexual assaults were not sexual assaults. Feminists advocated for this change in the 1970s. It took 40 years to get the change in federal crime reporting to reflect the actuality of rape without a bloody, knock-down fight.
This brings back memories of a clothing store in Sydney called John and Meredith. John, who thought he “knew me” because I was a recognizable model in Australia at the time, came into my dressing room while I was trying on some clothes. He was a known groper. This was even more than 30 years ago, and I was groped so much over the years that I don’t remember details, sorry your honor. I guess the store was also named after his wife to give women the false confidence of a Mom and Pop store. Grope Emporium or John’s Playground would have been more suitable. 😳🙄😬
It wasn’t until mid 2000’s that FBI changed the criteria for rape/sexual assault so that the victim didn’t have to have black eyes or bruises or welts for the attack to count as “sexual assault.” That is really important to understand: the FBI keeps tabs on categories of crime & in doing so defines what has to have occurred for X to be recorded as Crime Category Y. With the old definition of sexual assault the absence of screaming, black eyes, bruises meant whole lots of sexual assaults were not sexual assaults. Feminists advocated for this change in the 1970s. It took 40 years to get the change in federal crime reporting to reflect the actuality of rape without a bloody, knock-down fight.
This brings back memories of a clothing store in Sydney called John and Meredith. John, who thought he “knew me” because I was a recognizable model in Australia at the time, came into my dressing room while I was trying on some clothes. He was a known groper. This was even more than 30 years ago, and I was groped so much over the years that I don’t remember details, sorry your honor. I guess the store was also named after his wife to give women the false confidence of a Mom and Pop store. Grope Emporium or John’s Playground would have been more suitable. 😳🙄😬
Awfully good.