Next Wednesday, April 25th, 2012, is the 14th annual National Denim Day.
The event stems from the overturn of an accused rapist’s conviction in Italy in the 1990s, in which the court stated that “because the victim wore very, very tight jeans, she had to help him remove them, and by removing the jeans it was no longer rape but consensual sex.” Denim Day is a response to the outrageous ideology that wearing tight jeans is an invitation to sexually assault someone.
Each Denim Day, as part of an ongoing rape prevention education campaign, community members and leaders alike are asked to make a social statement and to wear jeans as a visible means of protest against misconceptions that surround sexual assault.
If you would like to participate, please wear jeans on this day!
Though the most visible arms of the movement will likely be in New York and Los Angeles, that does not mean that you will not be seen or heard. Additionally, if you would like to participate more actively, you can purchase buttons, shirts, and other items that can help you bring awareness to this issue and cause. You can also download posters and infographics that highlight the importance of this event for FREE! All of this can be done at Peace Over Violence’s shop here, as they are the agency that spearheads Denim Day in the U.S.
need to raise awareness of women rapists too, but this is a fantastic start!
Agreed. Not only men rape. Also agreed that this is a good start towards raising public awareness about rape without blaming the victims.
One thing that is bothering me, though, outside of the focus on males being the only ones capable of raping? None of the women are looking at the viewer. All of the men are looking directly at the viewer of the posters, but, all of the women have averted gazes…OK WTH?
My short skirt is not an invitation a provocation an indication that I want it or give it or that I hook.
My short skirt is not begging for it it does not want you to rip it off me or pull it down.
My short skirt is not a legal reason for raping me although it has been before it will not hold up in the new court.
My short skirt, believe it or not has nothing to do with you.
My short skirt is about discovering the power of my lower calves about cool autumn air traveling up my inner thighs about allowing everything I see or pass or feel to live inside.
My short skirt is not proof that I am stupid or undecided or a malleable little girl.
My short skirt is my defiance I will not let you make me afraid My short skirt is not showing off this is who I am before you made me cover it or tone it down. Get used to it.
My short skirt is happiness I can feel myself on the ground. I am here. I am hot.
My short skirt is a liberation flag in the women’s army I declare these streets, any streets my vagina’s country.
My short skirt is turquoise water with swimming colored fish a summer festival in the starry dark a bird calling a train arriving in a foreign town my short skirt is a wild spin a full breath a tango dip my short skirt is initiation appreciation excitation.
But mainly my short skirt and everything under it is Mine. Mine. Mine.