"...Violable?"

“Is it really true that men see women as violable?”

A **** silence blanketed the room, suffocating any response Liz had. The weight behind her question; the ignorance… Liz couldn’t tell if Cassie was simply sheltered or had genuinely never encountered a man in her life. More than a few girls were staring at the back of the skeptic’s head, their expressions betraying the harsh reality they’d experienced in regards to the question.

“I- I don’t know how to answer that, Cassie.” Bluntly, maybe? “Yes, it’s true.”

She winced at how matter-of-factually she was. Unsure how to meet the eyes of her male students, she turned around towards the board in an effort to ignore what she’d accused them of. After all, if they were taking a feminism course, they surely must think progressively enough to know she hadn’t meant to be all inclusive.

Facing the whiteboard, she tried to calm herself down by taking one of the markers and writing across the board in large strokes:

IT’S NOT ****,

IT’S A SNUGGLE WITH A STRUGGLE

“Who here has heard these words before?” She addressed her class while turning around. Unshockingly, most if not all the girls raised their hands. She picked Olivia, a mousey girl who sat in the back.

“It’s the stupid line men use to justify violating us!” She correctly answered, standing.

Liz nodded. “That’s correct. By insinuating that **** is nothing more than a cuddle, they’re trying to create a false reality in which they’re able to get away with **** by treating as something more innocent, like a snuggle, instead of what is actually is: a violation.” She paused for effect, letting her words sink in. “Can anyone tell me the main argument that men have for thinking this?”

Less girls raised their hands this time. She picked Alice, the redhead in front. “I heard it's because men think we enjoy it.” She girl visibly shuddered. “There can’t be any truth to that... is there?”

Is there any truth that women enjoy being violated, or that men simply think women do? Liz hated when her students asked ambiguous questions like this. Alice probably meant both. “Yes, but keep in mind, the only reason all guys think that is because there’s evidence pointing to the idea that women enjoy fighting back.”

Alice seemed disheartened by the answer. “Does fighting back really turn us girls on?”

Liz pitied the girl; by some miracle, she must still be a virgin. With a body like hers, it was hard to believe she hadn’t been forcibly snuggled yet. Girl didn’t know what she was missing. Incredible sex, mostly.

The professor tried to hide her blush as she answered. Suddenly her feminism class had turned into sex ed. “Yes, well… Everyone knows that sex among humans evolved around ****. The average woman will be aroused by the struggle that often ensues after snuggling, which often leads to sex.”

“But!” she exclaimed, attempt to bring the focus back to her lecture, “As much as us women enjoy the - at often time, spontaneous - act of struggle sex, it has its time and place. And, today, modern feminists are pushing for the government to create legislation that will enforce anti-struggle zones, which work the same as non-smoking zones.”

“This means that women will no longer be at risk of being **** into sex in public, while working, or while doing something that, if interrupted, could be life threatening - like driving. Instead, it’ll encourage men to keep the snuggles at more appropriate times; like at parties, or the bar, or in an alleyway at night.”

“Any questions?”