There I was one day at the major hang out in my undergraduate college, where spring had hit with full flowering force. Tops had shrunk and if you’ve got it flaunt it was the rule of the day.

Ah yes, the first warm day of April and the annual outbreak of the bimbonic plague. A few days later word spread through campus of a girl being raped at a spring fling party. Nothing was done formally, and no charges were filed, since she was the gf of a guy on the same sports team, and rocking the boat was not her style. It wasn’t rape exactly, she was drunk. It wasn’t rape exactly, she later had sex with the same guy. It wasn’t rape exactly. She was blonde. Was it truth or not? I don’t know, it is what people said. She dropped out over the summer. I don’t know what became of her.

I have the same feeling as I watch with sickening déjà vu the chattering classes obsession with a dead young pregnant marine. Nothing enough was done before. When it would have meant something.

One thing you can tell, no matter which words passed out of her lips when she had sex, the fact that he was able to continue to have access to her, and murder her, indicates that this wasn’t a healthy thing going on. But I’ll like Conservative News Network say it.

Military officials said Laurean was not taken into custody after Lauterbach reported the alleged rape because there was information the two carried on “some sort of friendly relationship” after she filed the complaint against him.

So she is important now why? Because she’s blonde and dead.

As for the information. Well, my experience is that ther is a great deal more rumor sex than there is sex. And there are lots of times when two people are alone together a great deal, but one isn’t interested in romance, but does not want to, or fears to, hurt the feelings of the other. Often it’s one of us whose in that role. The information could have been self-serving statements served up second hand made by the guy. I don’t have any information, but I’ve heard back through the grape vine about people I’ve done who I didn’t even think of doing.

But the sexism while she is alive inverts once she is dead: suddenly she is a “DBF” and I don’t mean divorced black female.

I’ll leave others to speculate about why this is. But it is irresponsible not to speculate that there has to be some correlation between the system that allows young women to butcherd, and the system that presents their deaths as very profitable disinfotainment.

I think I’d like one less story about a raped murdered woman, and one more story on doing something about it.

(And what is with Technorati? Why are all their political blog posts right wing? And I mean screaming-just-left-of-white-supremacist? On the same day this story broke their top political blog post was “New York Times Smears Troops by Calling the Criminals.” This was in response to a moving piece about the deadly echo of the war.)