The ‘big’ news of the week, as you already know, is Rape-aXe, the condom with teeth. Rape-aXe was created by South African mother-of-two Sonette Ehlers as an anti-rape devise and will be available for purchase later this month.
The feminist movement around the world has condemned Rape-aXe for being “vengeful, horrible and disgusting.” They say it doesn’t empower women or protect boys and men from sexual assault. For me, the jury is still out.
While I’m glad for anything that will protect me against rape, something within me recoils at the stereotypes it may reinforce. You know, those stereotypes that make the vagina powerful, but too powerful to love. Those that say it is a thing to fear and dread.
Maybe I’m over-thinking things.
In March 2008 I wrote a review of Waris Dirie’s book, Desert Rose. The book was appalling. However after being called an idiot and my review ‘vain and vapid’ I decided to give it a second look. As I read it, I wondered how it is possible that a really bad book could get worse.
Some of the responses to my review completely missed the point. I am passionate about the anti-FGM campaign. I just think Dirie and her co-author scooped the worst from the bottom of the literary pile to create a fantastical story in an attempt to glamorize an ugly truth.
Anyway, I felt vindicated by this comment, posted on the Ugandan Insomniac by the publisher of Desert Rose last week.