Folks, it’s time once again for the proprietors of this
esteemed blog to revisit the touchy subject of women’s rape fantasies. (Here’s some obligatory research to prove we
here at Le Cygne Gris are not making
things up.) This time, the question
before us is this: why would any women
in her right mind, or otherwise, desire to be raped?
Assuming for the sake of this rather atramentous thought
experiment that evolutionary psychology is correct, we here at Le Cygne Gris propose that women have
rape fantasies because rape was, for men, historically associated with being a
winner. To state it indelicately, rape
was a common practice of many soldiers during times of war. More specifically, rape tended to occur
during times of victory, since it is generally accepted as difficult to rape a
woman when running away in full retreat.
It is only in these modern times that rape has become associated
with losers, that is to say omega males whose servile attempts at pitching woo
are so blundering that they only way they could ever hope to taste the sweet nectar
of any Venus’s flytrap would be to rape them, assuming they had the cajones to do so. But this is not the historical norm.
Perhaps it was the case that women who were most adaptable to
rape were those who would be best able to adapt to living with a new alpha
male. If your husband was killed and you
found yourself being raped by conquerors, you would have two choices before
you: tolerate or even like rape, or
dislike ad maybe even hate rape. If you
could tolerate rape, there was a good chance that you could snag a husband, or
at least a short-term partner from among the raping victors, or maybe be spared
death. But if you disliked rape and
resented it, you would increase your odds of death and decrease your odds of
being taken care of. And so, perhaps
rape fantasies are merely an evolutionary survival response to one of the more
unsavory aspects of history.
Or perhaps a large number of women are simply screwed up in
the head. I leave it to you to decide.
