REUTERS. Kleinmond, South Africa - A South African inventor unveiled a new anti-rape female condom on Wednesday that hooks onto an attacker’s penis and aims to cut one of the highest rates of sexual assault in the world.
“Nothing has ever been done to help a woman so that she does not get raped and I thought it was high time,” Sonette Ehlers, 57, said of the "rapex," a device worn like a tampon that has sparked controversy in a country used to daily reports of violent crime.
Police statistics show more than 50,000 rapes are reported every year, while experts say the real figure could be four times that as they say most rapes of acquaintances or children are never reported.
Ehlers said the “rapex” hooks onto the rapist’s skin, allowing the victim time to escape and helping to identify perpetrators.
“He will obviously be too pre-occupied at this stage,” Ehlers told reporters in Kleinmond, a small village about 60 miles east of Cape Town. “I promise you he is going to be too sore. He will go straight to hospital.”
The device, made of latex and held firm by shafts of sharp barbs, can only be removed from the man through surgery which will alert hospital staff, and ultimately, the police, she said.
It also reduces the chances of a woman falling pregnant or contracting AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases from the attacker by acting in the same way as a female condom.
South Africa has more people with HIV/AIDS than any other country, with one in nine of its 45 million population infected.
Ehlers, who showed off a prototype on Wednesday, said women had tried it for comfort and it had been tested on a plastic male model but not yet on a live man. Production was planned to start next year.
PICS HERE: RAPEX website
As you can imagine, this is causing ripples of controversy across feminist groups, human rights groups and law enforcement professionals.
I've not yet made up my mind. I do think that this is something that might actually deter rapists, much more so than the threat of a prison sentance or other legalities. I also like the fact that once it hooks in, it can only be removed through surgery, and therefore will always identify a perpetrator of a sex crime.
Critics are saying that it will enrage the attacker and lead to a more violent attack or murder for the intended victim; also that it will just lead to more anal rapes and not be any kind of deterrant. Plus the usual barbaric, blah blah.
In my opinion, rape is barbaric.
SO, I haven't been to the movies in ages, so yesterday I decided to do a day at the movies. In other words, being in NYC where there is no such thing as a matinee and you can't go for cheaper than $10, I went to a big stadium theatre, paid for one and stayed all day ultimately sneaking into four.
One of these was The Aristocrats. For anyone not familiar, it's a documentary made my Penn Gillette (of Penn & Teller) about the history and sociology of a well known joke on the comedy circuit called "The Aristrocrats."
The documentary featured about 100 comics telling stories about how they first heard the joke, telling the joke, and telling why the joke is significant to them. In theory, the joke is this boundary breaking, taboo busting legend among comics that started on the vaudeville stage and is still around today, morphing to fit whatever is going on.
The framework of the joke goes like this...
A man walks into a talent agent's office. He says he has this great amazing act that he knows the guy will like. The agent says 'tell me about it.' The man says well, my wife and I come out on stage, we both drop our pants, shit on the stage and roll around in it. The agent says "what do you call an act like that?" The man says..."The Aristocrats."
Comics love the joke because it's all about improvisation. From the time the agent says "Tell me about the act" to the end punchline of "The Aristocrats" they get to improv what was happening in the act. The deal is the point is to make it as vulgar, desparing, offensive, and horrific as possible and then have the irony of "The Aristocrats."
The thing I really hated was that the bulk of the comics interviewed were men, everyone from Bob Saget to Jason Alexander to Robin Williams to Tim Conway. All of them told the joke the same. The man comes out on stage with his family. He tells his wife to lay down, he drops his pants and shits in her mouth. He rolls her over and does her in the ass. He calls out his 9 year old son and 7 year old daughter. He puts his big drippy cock in his daughter's mouth while his son does her up the ass. They switch around, so the son is doing the mother, he's doing the daughter up the ass and then they're all shitting on each other and rolling around in shit and cum and on and on and... The Aristocrats!
Spare me. I was watching the audience, because I didn't particularly find anything about the film funny. I looked around and the men in the audience where falling out of their chairs laughing, and some of the women were also laughing but not very many. I found the whole thing disturbing.
Yes, the joke was about breaking taboos. But vulgarity for vulgarity's sake isn't progressive, it's just vulgarity. Inapropriateness doesn't automatically qualify something as revolutionary. All of the incarnations of retelling in the film reflected that age old paradigm of the man standing tall while his wife/family (literally) grovel at his feet. Or, in this case, exist just to be used as a bunch of holes for his big kingly cock to go in. I thought it was one hours and forty minutes of a flimsy excuse for men to spread their nasty fantasies and not get nailed for them.
When as a society are we going to get beyond this baseline objectification of women? Or finding humor in incest and sexual abuse?
I hate misogyny.
Oh, and a few afterthoughts.
After I saw it, I was talking in the lobby to a woman waiting to see the film. She asked me if I liked it, I said no. The first thing out of her mouth was "Oh, are you a born again Christian or something?"
That made me feel great. Am I a right winger and I just don't know it? Somebody, please, if this is the first step towards going there just shoot me. Shoot me now.
Also, I should say in name of fairness that there were women in the documentary, a few, and their versions of the joke were slightly different, in that the wife in the family was the dominant figure controlling the action, and the men were more often being used and serviced. Also, some incarnations of the joke took on politics and not just sex and shit - satirizing racism, 9/11, and other more current hot topics. Those were edgy, funny, and made more sense. But they were also maybe 6% of the makeup of the film. Grumble. Grumble.
The basics... I'm 34, a feminist, lesbian, vegetarian, cat owning aspiring writer/director. After 27 years of fucking around telling myself my dreams weren't practical, seven years ago in a story that has now become legend in my life, I packed everything I owned and moved to Brooklyn to pursue life as a writer and theatre director. It's a very Madonna-esque tale ($800 cash to my name, nowhere to live, roaches, starvation and a crazy Turkish roommate) that I'm sure I'll be telling, but not now. For now, suffice it to say that this story, still in progress, has a happy ending. Or a happy middle, seeing as how I'm nowhere near being finished with anything. Life in Brooklyn is funny, scary, occasionally really hard, and everyday testing me as a person and a survivor. I think I'm passing. At least I wake up smiling every morning. The city is my lover, and like all truly great relationships, I love who I am when I am in it.