What the hell happened to Naomi Wolf? Is there some crazy-making virus out there that inhibits logical thought? ‘Cause I’m stumped.
I thought her intentions were good (but her argument ridiculous) when she wrote her J’Accuse piece in the Huffington Post last month. No, it didn’t make any sense. Obviously the solution to taking rape seriously is not to ignore rape allegations of men who are unpopular with governments. But I thought that maybe – just maybe – she had taken her thinking cap off that day and was trying to do the right thing for all those women she works with.
Then came the TV debate with Jaclyn Friedman. You know the one, right? The one where Naomi Wolf said sex with a sleeping woman wasn’t rape? Yeah. Blew my mind in the worst possible way.
And still, I thought maybe the Twitter campaign, though hilarious, might be going just a little too far.. And then I read it. This. An op-ed for the Guardian arguing in favour of publicly revealing rape accusers’ names because it would somehow prove that women are grown-ups too.
The only conclusion I can come to is that Naomi Wolf has lost her mind. There’s really no other explanation for someone who argues that we should reveal the name of women who, even with this supposed anonymity, already get death threats, beat up, killed, yelled at, have their lives strewn over the internet, get called names, and get treated like liars…and those are the ones who speak up. Wolf knows this.
There’s a reason that most rapes aren’t reported and that the ones that are rarely end in convictions. So Naomi, until you can offer me a world in which a rape accuser is treated with respect, dignity and, most importantly, safety (or better yet, a world with out rape) don’t name names. And please, stop talking.