Governor Brown signed SB967 into law this weekend. You might know it as the “Yes Means Yes” law. It defines sexual consent as a specific affirmative and takes a great big step into the personal space of ambiguity, silence, fear, drunken date rape and the verbal form of blame the victim known as “No Means No”. It also expresses clear parameters to colleges for actions to take in the wake of sexual assault accusations.
I know, romance is dead. Buzzkilled again by the nanny state.
Live with it assholes. The government wouldn’t need to lead you by the hand and enunciate slowly, using small words, what common decency means in playing well with others had all existing measures not led to exactly what is happening now:
1 in 5 women on college campuses are sexually assaulted during their education… 1 in 5 women on college campuses are sexually assaulted during their education… 1 in 5 women on college campuses are sexually assaulted during their education.
Does that sink in? Followed by schools stymying, round filing, and covering up assault accusations out of sheer greed. Campus assault rates effect funding. It’s just that pathetically simple.
It breaks my heart that this legal instruction on how to be a man had to be brought. It heals it just a smidge that it passed in the state legislature unanimously.
If you have doubt whether a girl wants to get busy with you, maybe you should spend a little more time getting to know her. In the meantime keep jerking off. It’s the difference between the fire in her eyes when she says “yes!” and the light going out in them altogether because you wanted what you wanted and your ego couldn’t handle “Aw, thanks but no.” You’ll notice it gone in yours too, the next time you look in the mirror.