Of COURSE it's the woman's responsibility!
She left the house.
She got dressed and went outside, and so tempted a rapist looking for a victim in much the same way as a man would tempt an armed robber.

I came close a couple times. The worst time, I was wondering how I'd get back home if I had to kill him. I don't know if I would have, but this guy's thing was NOT physical strength. He'd also landed his plane on a deserted part of a lake, and there's no way he had a chance in the water.

I thought about the possibilities before I got in the plane with him, "Let's go for a ride in the plane. I'm going anyway, and you might enjoy it. Not interested in anything else." Well, he tried, I said no, he tried again, I said no, and it went on until I got away from him, hit the water and headed for the plane. It wasn't really very serious--more like Pepe LePeu and the pussycat, but it makes me wonder if he'd done it before with success. He had that place mapped out.

So maybe I was wrong to want to go for a plane ride with a guy I knew, who was respected in the local community. Maybe it would have been MY fault for trusting a fellow human.

It's safer to stay home and lock all the doors.
It's safer not to dress in anything sexy or pretty.
It's safer not to drink any alcohol, or dance, or flirt.
It's safer to gain a hundred extra pounds.
It's safer not to trust anyone.
It's safer not to look strangers in the eye, or talk to them.

It's safer, but maybe being that afraid is just a little bit like what happens to someone who actually has been raped.

'No' means 'no'.