I don’t want to come off as agreeing with the other poster, but this argument is so awful that I can’t just ignore it.
What if the assaulter was tall? Am I supposed to slouch all day everyday? Am I literally not allowed to exist because there are horrible people in the world of varying height?
I’m gonna be honest with you, chief: I’m gay and I love boobies and butts. I stare all the time. I try to do it in a way that doesn’t cause discomfort, but if I’m behind a nice ass on the stairs, I’m gonna enjoy the view.
The only part of the above argument that I’m interested in debunking is the idea that clothes are consent. Since clothes can’t always be changed, clothes as a form of consent is difficult to revoke. And any consent that can’t be revoked isn’t legitimate.
I don’t want to come off as agreeing with the other poster, but this argument is so awful that I can’t just ignore it.
What if the assaulter was tall? Am I supposed to slouch all day everyday? Am I literally not allowed to exist because there are horrible people in the world of varying height?
I’m gonna be honest with you, chief: I’m gay and I love boobies and butts. I stare all the time. I try to do it in a way that doesn’t cause discomfort, but if I’m behind a nice ass on the stairs, I’m gonna enjoy the view.
The only part of the above argument that I’m interested in debunking is the idea that clothes are consent. Since clothes can’t always be changed, clothes as a form of consent is difficult to revoke. And any consent that can’t be revoked isn’t legitimate.
I can totally agree with that and I think your destination is absolutely the right place. I think you just chose the wrong way to get there.