Isla Vista Aftermath
Poem By Jud Wondi
I learned early on that the only thing cooler than being a virgin. Was not being a virgin along with pretty much anything else.
The way we view virginity turns these timid teens into salesmen selling themselves. Talking women up from second base to sex on a first date. Telling them no lady leaves the lot without buying
We warp these young man's mind to the point that they're clutching keyboards commenting Elliot was the only celibate who had the courage to do what needed to be done.
Peers pile pressure to the point of absolute apathy.
1 in 5 women will be sexually assaulted in their time and 1 in 10 men will be virgins when they do it. This rape's not about pleasure or power. It's pain. You're only collateral damage.
The sad fact is this aftermath empathy means nothing. My lack of action Armed elliot. My comments served as casing for the bullets that broke bodies. My condolence is the coldest comfort because there is a part of me and for the record it is a part of me that I hate that there is a part of me that gets it. I will never stand for his hatred but the feelings of rejection? If he had came to me the day before he did it. I would have told him that I understand.
The only way these wounds will heal is if we can keep this from happening again. And the crazy thing is, it starts with how we see ourselves. Because every time we complain about how awful it is to be a virgin. What we're saying is that what elliot did was just.
Maybe we could start some sort of religion centered around Rodger. We can make him a martyr to guarantee he doesn't die in vain.