According to John Derbyshire, you’re a whole lot less likely to get raped — because who wants to rape an ugly old bag anyway?
(That, coming from this).
Some of the most vituperative emails I have ever got came in after I made an offhand remark, in one of my monthly NRO diaries, to the effect that very few of us are physically appealing after our salad days, which in the case of women I pegged at ages 15-20. While the storm was raging, biologist Razib Khan over at Gene Expression (forget philosophers, theologians, and even novelists: the only people with interesting things to say about human nature nowadays are the scientists) decided to look up some actual numbers. Reasoning that a rapist is inspired to his passion mainly by the physical attractiveness of his victim, Razib went for rape statistics.
There’s your first problem: Rapists aren’t “inspired to passion mainly by the physical attractiveness of his victim;” he’s inspired to do violence against someone who is weaker and more vulnerable than himself. Many incidences of aquantaince-rape involve someone who was in a position of power over the victim. And while we know that rape is about both power and sex, it’s certainly not about an overwhelming passion that the rapist simply couldn’t quell. Ask any decent man you know if he’s ever been so “impassioned” at the sight of an attractive woman that he had to physically attack her, hurt her, and have violent sex with her. Rape is an act of violence and pathology, not passion or attractiveness.
But that’s not what the Derbs thinks (then again, this is the same guy who thinks that 15-year-olds are sexy.)
Now perhaps I’m just bitter, being past my sell-by date and all, but Derbs really got my creep-o-meter going off the charts with this bit:
He found a 1992 report (Rape in America: A Report to the Nation) from the National Victim Center showing the age distribution of female rape victims. Sixty percent of the women who reported having been raped were aged 17 or less, divided about equally between women aged 11 to 17 (32 percent) and those under eleven (29 percent). Only six percent were older than 29. When a woman gets past her mid twenties, in fact, her probability of being raped drops off like a continental shelf. If you histogram the figures, you get a peak around ages 12-14… which is precisely the age Lolita was at the time of her affair with Humbert Humbert. As Razib noted, my own “15-20” estimate was slightly off. An upper limit of 24 would be more reasonable. The lower limit really doesn’t bear thinking about. (I have a 13-year-old daughter.)
When I look at those statistics, the first thing that I think is “power.” Twenty-nine percent of rape survivors are under the age of 11. And Derbyshire wants us to believe that we’re talking about sexual attractiveness here?
Indeed, women “peek” around ages 12-14 — because when you’re most likely to be raped apparently corresponds to how totally hott you are. And he says this as the father of a 13-year-old. Eew.
Behind such sad numbers, and in the works of literary geniuses like Vladimir Nabokov, does the reality of human nature lie. It is all too much for our prim, sissified, feminized, swooning, emoting, mealy mouthed, litigation-whipped, “diversity”-terrorized, race-and-“gender”-panicked society. We shudder and turn away, or write an angry email. The America of 1958, with all its shortcomings, was saltier, wiser, closer to the flesh and the bone and the wet earth, less fearful of itself. (It was also, according to at least one scholarly study, happier.)
…why is “gender” in scare quotes? Does it not exist? Interesting. But yes, watch as Derbs pines for the good old days, when girls were married off before their first period:
One of the first media sensations ever to impinge upon my consciousness was the visit to Britain by rock star Jerry Lee Lewis in May 1958, four months before Lolita’s American debut. This was supposed to be a concert tour, but 22-year-old Jerry had brought his wife Myra along, and the British press got wind of the fact that Myra was only 13. This wasn’t an unusual thing in the south of that time; Jerry himself had first been wed at 15 (when he already had a drinking problem). Myra was his third wife, and also his second cousin once removed. Back then country people grew up fast and close to their kin. Neither Jerry nor Myra could understand what the fuss was about. He: “I plumb married the girl, didn’t I?” She: “Back home you can marry at 10, if you can find a husband.” (This was not true, even in the south, though Myra likely believed it. She also, according to the British press, believed in Santa Claus.) It didn’t help that Jerry’s new record was titled High School Confidential.
How long ago it seems! Nowadays our kids are financially dependent on us into their mid-twenties, and can’t afford to leave home till they are 35. Marriage at 13? Good grief! And so, while Lolita met with a fair share of disapproval in 1958, and was denounced from many pulpits, I believe its reception would have been much more hostile if it appeared now. It would also have been differently politicized. Back then the complaints came mostly from social conservatives, who I imagine would disapprove of Lolita just as strongly today. The Left, however, almost unanimously championed the book. Would they still do so? A woman! Who was also a child! Exploited by a man! And both of them from stifled, self-denying bourgeois backgrounds! Oh, that evil Patriarchy! It’s amazing how far this stuff has spread: There is a strong whiff of it in Azar Nafisi’s memoir Reading Lolita in Tehran (whose author went to college in the U.S.A.)
Just… wow. And it gets worse:
Here you see one of the paradoxes of our strange times. Our women dress like sluts; our kids are taught about buggery in elementary school; “wardrobe malfunctions” expose to prime-time TV viewers body parts customarily covered in public since “the lamented end of the Ancient World B.C.” (Humbert); our colleges have coed bathrooms; songs about pimps rise to the top of the pop music charts; yet so far as anything to do with the actual reality of actual human nature is concerned, we are as prim and shockable as a bunch of Quaker schoolmarms. After 40 years of lying to ourselves, we are now terrified of the truth. Which is an unhappy thing, because the truth is bearing down on us fast.
I’m not sure what “buggery” is, and it definitely wasn’t explained to me in elementary school. Or high school. Or college. I suspect he means “sex,” but I really don’t know.
I also love the “our women” line. Whose women are we, exactly? “America’s”? John Derbyshire’s? No thanks.
And then there’s “the truth” that he keeps talking about. Which is… what exactly? That pre-pubescent girls are teh hottness and men rape them because they can’t help themselves? Thanks, Derbyshire. I think CPS needs to leave Britney Spears alone for a while and pay a visit to your house.
via Kos.