Janet Bloomfield is someone that I try to include in my prayers; even though I do not want to waste prayers on someone who accused me of sucking 24 dicks at once. I consider this an act of Christian charity, interceding on God’s behalf for such a wretched, hateful woman. 

I make excuses for Janet to bridge the gap between the shit she says and why. I figure it’s not surprising, considering Janet’s chosen at AVFM don’t give her much room for nuance. I’m certain that they’d dump her in a heartbeat, like they did to WoolyBumblebee, if she didn’t do and say exactly what the menz wanted. And I suppose the rage keeps Janet going in a way I’d find depressing; like some kind of rage alcoholic. So I pray for her, and for her husband; who actually has to spend time in the same room as her when she isn’t typing (not often.) 

But when I read Janet’s writings I know only God’s grace could save her from eternal death. Her recognition on the internet is predicated on her willingness to say awful, untrue things; things which betray her utter indifference to violence and hatred. Without hyperbole, she’s the kind of person who laughs at rape victims.

Don’t believe me? Check it out.

Ruh roh, the white boy’s glance seems to say. We’ve been caught. If only we hadn’t raped that sixteen-year-old girl and filmed it, and then casually passed around the evidence for our own amusement.

The sarcasm of this statement will elude Janet Bloomfield, because in her world it’s pretty much kosher for straight chicks to accuse each other of being whores to make or prove a point. That, or she’ll accuse you of having no life, and never getting laid. Heads, she wins; tails, you lose. That’s how shit gets done in JB’s spin zone.

Janet repeatedly refers to the victim as a “young woman.” She was sixteen at the time of the assault. If it was Janet’s own daughter who was raped at sixteen, would she still call the victim a “helmet-chasing whore?” 

I mean, probably not. As Bloomfield notes by saying “Where are all the goddamn grown-ups?”

It would seem these children’s parents are to blame: The victim’s, for letting her be raped and the offenders for not stopping them from raping by stopping the party. Because it’s not like high school students go to great lengths to conceal parties with illegal alcohol from the adults in their lives.

Janet then provides us some links for what she considers “rape”. Two of the three links worked; those that did describe rapes so violent the victim in both cases died. Apparently, it’s not rape to JudgyBitch unless it’s also murder. 

“Make no mistake, those boys behaved shamefully.” But the real sin here is a girl who dares to drink alcohol to fit in. She’s a gold-digging status tramp, whom these boys should have known better than to abuse. But apparently, Janet doesn’t feel strongly that it was really the boys’s fault that they carried her from place to place to rape her, then filmed it because they thought what they were doing was just hi-larious.

It was the girl’s, because “she went to that party to nab herself a football player, and lo and behold the football players didn’t really like such an obvious grasp at their glory.”

Umm, excuse me, JB? What “glory” was this person grasping for, having the audacity to attend a party? And why the possessive “their glory”? Why does it belong to the football stars? Are you intimately involved in high-school cliques across the nation, to know what the victim’s desires were, or what she expected to get out of that party? 

I’m pretty sure that’s not a photo of the victim, but Jesus, Janet. That’s awful. I drink and chase after the people I want to date; does that mean I deserve to be raped, too? But the hits keep coming: 

“The young men in this case will never escape the disgustingly unfair consequences of a night of acting like dicks, while the young woman will carry on, unless she feels she isn’t getting enough sympathy, of course.”

Yes. Let’s focus on those poor young men; who actually had remorse for their actions, unlike Janet Bloomfield. She seems to think rape is “a night of acting like a dick”, and not the horrible crime that it is. Or that some rapes are more “legitimate” than others, which is a slippery slope Todd Akin slid down. Janet Bloomfield gleefully goes coasting on it. 

So, I know I’m a feminist; so I know you know I’ll say this. But getting finger-fucked is getting fucked; that’s why the word “fucked” is right there, hyphenated. I say again; fucked: like Janet Bloomfield’s logic. Apparently the only rapes that count are those that end with the woman getting murdered. If you can’t struggle it wasn’t a rape. And if you disagree with Janet, you’re a feminist. Oooh, that burns so cold, calling myself the f-word.

But I digress. “Getting drunk and chasing after football stars demonstrates the level of stupidity and disrespect for the humanity of the men in question… and that disrespect was returned.”

So according to JB, the football stars used their spider senses to intuit that the rape victim wanted to be one or another of their girlfriends, and decided that the disrespect was too much, so they put her in her place by raping her.

Except, to quote JB, “No one got raped in Steubenville. Someone got humiliated, and she participated willingly and readily in her own humiliation.” 

Really? Are you saying she willingly and readily participated in being passively dragged around from place to place? Or that she willingly and readily allowed herself to be photographed and finger-fucked while she was unresponsive from alcohol consumption? Do you have any idea how batshit that is?  

But JB opines: “Who thinks that if the young woman had woken up the next morning next to a football player, his arms wrapped around her in a loving embrace, the would have considered that the price she had to pay to land the big fish?”

Excuse me, JB? ‘land the big fish’? Is getting to date one of these winners some kind of prize in your fucked-up world? Or do women submit to rape there, hoping that one or another of their rapists might turn out to be husband material? 

Apparently, the answer to my question is yes. In Janet Bloomfields insane world, it’s only natural for boys to be boys and you know… rape girls. Or young women. Janet can’t seem to decide on that point. 

JB calls this cruel to be kind. Then finishes up with a tasteful naked-left-tit version of Justice. 

Thanks, JudgyBitch. I really wouldn’t have gotten it without that last image in my mind. Best of luck getting the “war novel” you’re writing. I’m sure anyone who likes rape and violence will love it just as much as you do.