These men are animals. Right? Perverts with no moral sense at all. Right? Paedophiles. Right? The girls, innocent victims with no way of knowing that they were being taken advantage of. Right?
Well, that’s what the media are telling us.
But – if I may be the devil’s advocate for a moment. Have you met teenage girls? Have you been one? I have and I know that I was fantasizing about sex from about the age of thirteen. It was all my friends and I could talk about and we weren’t fantasizing about our pimply, gangly school-boy mates.
At 14 I was dreaming of getting horizontal with Rod Stewart, Peter Frampton and Sting. Possibly all at once. These guys were more than double my age. At the age of 15 I successfully seduced my first rock-star and adopted the secret life of a groupie for the rest of my teenage years, chasing INXS and Duran Duran and just about anyone else who was top of the pops. I was predatory, ‘collecting lovers like butterflies.’ The truth is that back in the late seventies and early eighties the ‘school-girl’ thing was a big drawcard. Now, as an older, wiser woman, I find this distasteful and just plain wrong but I know some of that is driven by my ageing ego.
Straight from the horse’s mouth. But even when an aging female journalist admits that thousands upon thousands of men around the world are being raped and beaten in prisons for no other ‘moral’ reason than to satisfy the ‘ageing egos’ of bitter old femi-hags, the men’s Rights Movement will still never see it as an issue of any concern.