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I Was Once Jane Doe. Blaming Men Didn’t Heal Me

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07.10.2026

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I Was Once Jane Doe. Blaming Men Didn’t Heal Me

I purposefully drank enough to numb the doubts and fears I felt. Like Jane Doe, I pursued the very thing I later came to deeply regret.

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In a time long ago and a land far away, the “battle of the sexes” was often a lighthearted exchange to prove feminist theories that women could do anything a man could do, “only better,” even if it were not true. Today, a playful battle has turned into a bitter and bloody war against men.

The Cornell 7 and alleged “gang rape” case is the culmination of almost a century of feminist indoctrination that elevated women as infallible and beyond reproach, all while trampling men on their way to break the glass ceiling.

No one is disputing that the young gentlemen’s behavior at Cornell was repugnant. But so was Jane Doe’s.

What do you expect when you go to a frat house after 11 p.m., already drunk and agreeing to more drugs, looking to have sex with a boy? Yes, this could have, and should have, gone differently, but the fact that it didn’t shouldn’t surprise anyone. Jane Doe’s story isn’t unique. What’s unique is the current culture in which women’s empowerment is defined by the abandonment of virtue.

I was once Jane Doe, as I suspect many young girls have been: a young, insecure, freshman desperately seeking the attention of a sophomore football player. One night, I intentionally wore a provocative outfit for a themed sorority party. I got drunk. Very drunk. And I walked to said sophomore’s fraternity house late at night.

A few random boys were hanging out in the basement. Lucky for me, they behaved more like gentlemen than the boys at........

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