THE REASON I JOINED PROJECT CONSENT
I am the bitch you hate.
I am the cunt that gets on your nerves.
I am the “cuck” that ruins fun apps by talking about sexual assault.
I am the whore that was raped over 15 years ago and just recently decided to start talking about it.
I am that opportunist that began to talk about her own rape after a famous Viner’s rape was publicized. I am the coattail-rider that befriended that famous Viner and exploited her sexual assault. I did that to earn the coveted honor of flying across the country to sit with that famous Viner in court. I had the pleasure of staring at her rapist’s back since he would not turn to face her as she read her statement and cried.
I am the professional victim who uses the subject of rape and sexual assault for attention.
I am the dreaded Social Justice Warrior. I use rape victims and pretend to care about them simply to make myself appear to be a good person. I don’t actually care about these people. I just want to give the impression that I am concerned about their rights.
I am a cancer on the face of society (See: Feminist). I’m in that disgusting clan - the one that is festering and growing like a lesion - soon to obliterate the rights of men everywhere.
I am the ringleader of witch hunts against people who are simply misunderstood.
I need to shut the fuck up.
In case it wasn’t blatantly obvious, the above statements are satire and could not be any further from the truth. I feel the need to make that crystal clear. Nonetheless, those who do not like me and actually believe those things to be true, will cut, paste, and share them all over social media. That’s just how they roll.
I joined Vine because I wanted to have fun and I like to be creative. Within my third month of being on the app, I was gaining thousands of followers a day. Top Viners were following me and interacting with me. I was funny. I was nice. People liked me - and I ruined that. I talked about rape. Even worse, I told the truth about one of the golden boys on the app. Why did I do that? Because he put his penis in a person who was unconscious.
For the past three years, I have done a lot of fighting. I have been beating my head against a virtual brick wall. I’ve been trying to explain rape culture, combat victim-blaming, and stand up for people who are not able to do so for themselves. In turn, all of the above things have been said about me so many times that I can not keep count.
People come to me for help. Maybe it’s because I’m a survivor of rape. Maybe it’s because I have been so vocal about the subject of rape and sexual assault. Maybe it’s because I’m an older Viner who has been around the block. Maybe it’s because I have a big fucking mouth and I’m not afraid to say what I think. Maybe, just maybe, those people are not strong enough to stand up for themselves yet and they need someone who isn’t afraid to do it for them.
Samuel Hall, known online as Samuel Hallways, is one of the “innocent” people that I led a “witch hunt” after. I rallied up the masses and lit their torches with my own matches and gasoline. The people that participated in #DearSamHall on Vine were all brainwashed by yours truly. The public dragging that took place on Vine and Twitter had nothing to do with the fact that 29 females, including two minors, came forth with allegations of sexual harassment, rape, and sexual assault against him.
No. It was all me. Jen Dent. I went after an innocent man and manipulated hundreds of other people into doing the same.
In his “apology” on Twitter, Samuel Hall wrote:
“Jen Dent. I want to be mad at you, I really fucken do but I’m not. I have always applauded your passion for doing what is right in these situations...”
Oh Sam. We both know that is a lie. You were the very first person to send me a message and tell me that I needed to stop talking about the fact that Curtis Lepore raped someone. The very first person, Sam. You told me that I was “ruining the fun on Vine.” Remember that?
He continues, “Where you should think logically, your (sic) are irrational and cruel. I understand that your heart is in the right place but its (sic) that head of yours that messes everything up.”
Sam, when you are the victim of sexual assault, rape, or sexual harassment, then and only then will I take your advice on how I should react to 29 women and young girls coming forward with allegations that you did the same to them. Were you thinking rationally when you told two underage girls that they were welcome to watch you masturbate? Were you thinking rationally when you took someone’s virginity while she was incapacitated by alcohol? Were you thinking rationally when you had anal sex with that same girl without her consent, leading her to seek medical attention? Was your heart in the right place when she told you that she experienced rectal bleeding for two weeks and you insisted it was an accident?
Fuck outta here, Sam.
The “apology” goes on to say:
“I feel bad because eventually you are gonna go after someone and they won’t be able to cope with the hurry up offense you call “betterment of an app” and “safety”. That blood was almost on your hands.”
Sam. If someone like you can’t “cope” with being called out on his shitty behavior, then bleed all over me. I’m okay with that.
“Please be aware of all the things I stated in this because they are serious issues. They are equally dangerous and at the end of all this its (sic) about safety and keeping people from being harassed and abused. Some of you will probably try to twist this into something negative and those of you who do, if that’s the light you wanna shine on this…Well go ahead I don’t care.”
Did you not feel safe when people brought your shitty behavior to light? Did you feel harassed? Abused? Well, that’s just awful. How dare people twist your half-assed attempt at an apology into something negative? I’m sure 29 women and girls were completely wrong about the way you made them feel. That’s completely understandable.
It is situations like this that led me to join Project Consent. It also led me to the decision of becoming a volunteer with the Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network (RAINN).
I’m tired of fighting these imbeciles. It’s a losing battle. There is no winning. People believe what they want. I can’t change their minds. All of the fighting was wearing me down. It was making me fight about any and everything. I became so tired. I began to hate Vine, the very app that made it possible for me to write two books and learn about filmmaking - both lifelong dreams of mine. To this day, I loathe the very app that led me to finding some of the closest friends I have ever had in my life. Vine made me into someone that I wasn’t, and it all stemmed from me standing up for something I truly believed in and being torn down for it.
Writing for Project Consent is a catharsis for me. I’m able to sit down and really think on things before I put them into words. Vine didn’t allow that. I was working with six seconds of video, and no matter how hard I tried, I never seemed to properly get my point across. With Project Consent, I am able to do that.
Someone once told me, “You don’t wanna be so loud. Like Roseanne Barr. You don’t want people to see you like that.”
Yes, I do. I really do. It’s women like Roseanne Barr, Margaret Cho, and Janeane Garofalo that give important issues the attention they deserve. As the statement goes, “Well behaved women rarely make history.” If being “well behaved” means staying quiet in order to be popular, I’m not interested.
I’m not here to please rapists. I’m not here to be liked because I keep my mouth shut. I’m not here to cower to people who have more followers on an app than I do. For some reason, I was lucky enough to garner a small, yet substantial following on the internet. I was gifted a platform.
For that reason, I will use it how I see fit. If you don’t like it, well that’s your problem. Isn’t it?