Reply #6: Speaking of Kobe Bryant's accuser

[neebob]

They keep harping on how she said "no," as if saying no is somehow more definite than squirming and crying and stuff. So every young, inexperienced girl who winds up alone with some charming, charismatic, powerful man and it turns ugly is supposed to remember, "I must say no." And then later, when everybody is asking why she went there and what she was wearing and how much she'd had to drink and how many others she'd been with and whether she'd ever taking medication or attempted suicide, she can report the number of times she said "no."

I find it maddening, too, that women are willing to overlook Arnold's and other famous men's "indiscretions" and often jump on the bandwagon, questioning the motives and behavior of their "alleged" victims. I saw some footage of Arnold leering and practically drooling over the shoulders of a woman who was interviewing him. Ugh. How anyone can doubt the accusations after watching that is a total mystery to me.

To your point about all of us being able to tell stories, I have one. When I was in my early twenties, a friend and I woke up with a couple of salesmen in a hotel room, miles away from the bar we started at, with no memory of how we got there or what happened. I was naked, and the spaghetti straps were ripped off the camisole my friend was wearing. Yes, we had a lot to drink, but no more than usual, and neither of us remembered anything. Not a scrap after sitting at the bar, drinking kamikazes.

They seemed like nice guys and were perfectly gracious and told us what happened (supposedly) and offered us a ride. I was like, "No thanks, we'll just walk to to my car," which I thought was across the street. "Where do you think you are?" the guy asked. Then he told me we were at a hotel near the airport. I've often wondered if we were drugged.

A few months later, one of the guys tried to pick me up at the same bar, and he got pretty nasty when I refused his invitation.