If you know any of my other work you’ll know that I’m as far away from Feminist as you can possibly get, but that doesn’t mean I’m blind to or will not point out pathology between the sexes. This article will address it in it’s form of the recent surge of time travel movies. In EVERY time travel movie we get the cautionary motif of “The Grandfather Paradox” and in a lot of these movies we see what I call a “Time Paradox Rape” motif.
First we need to define “Grandfather Paradox”. When Time Travel was seriously theorised, it was suggested that it wasn’t a good idea because interfering with the sequence of events might result in you, for instance, killing your grandfather, which would result in you not having time traveled to begin with. This is repeated over and over again in movies in the form I call “Reverse Grandfather Paradox” where something awesome happens that assures the highest outcome for the protagonist and greater world, often leaving the audience with the question “how did it all tie together so perfectly – was it God?” or whatever.
Now we need to define “rape” in the context of this article. We know that the legal definition is forced penetration of someone or that someone being forced to penetrate. On top of that we have the concept of grooming, where the criminal sets up conditions and exposes the victim in such ways their inhibitions are lowered and the penetration may appear (or may become) invited or desired. We hear about this in context of children, but rarely (if ever) hear of it happening to adults because we deem adults to be capable of assessing dangerous situations and making their own decisions – but what if the attacker has foreknowledge and can exercise greater control of the victim’s environment? We know this happens when (male and female) sociopaths profile a target by their online activity and engineer a personality that suits the person. This example falls way outside of all definitions of rape and cannot be treated as a crime, yet when you add TIME TRAVEL to the attacker’s skillset, you’ve reached a level of creepy that I feel is only adequately defined as “rape” since the victim’s very reality can be rearranged around them.
On a particularly cold and savage Winter I took in an overgrown manchild drifter because I figured he’d do more than sit on his ass and eat my food indefinitely (I was wrong). This person decided to show us a movie, which was so dreadfully cheesey I couldn’t remember the name if you paid me a million bucks. The movie left me feeling strange. It gave me an eerie feeling about the protagonist and his love interest, and I wondered “Why would you show this movie to my wife?” Unable to understand what was wrong – never mind verbalise it – I let it out of my mind and promptly expedited this drifter’s transfer back across the sea to his mommy. It took me years to see more and more movies involving Time Travel to get to the root of what it was that played on me about that movie.
This particular film went by the same playbook as nearly all Time Travel movies – the protagonist finds himself with the ability to travel across time and space, and finds himself re-engineering the reality of a woman who doesn’t even know he exists, to fall in love with him. Sure, you can say that this is an unfortunate creepy mix of the “boy eventually impresses girl” and “Grandfather Paradox” motifs and it would be fine if the movies weren’t enjoyed by particular creeps for that reason. I wish I remembered the movie title as this was a perfect demonstration of pan-dimensional grooming. In her original reality she (the victim) only ever saw this man at the other side of the street while they both waited for pedestrian lights. Like all true stalkers, our protagonist had a moment of “love at first sight” and became obsessed with this beautiful woman. During the course of the movie he interferes with her reality, right from childhood, to pre-program her for the ultimate event in her life of seeing him across the road, so she would have the same profound sense of recognition at the same time as him. Of course we’re supposed to believe that all these changes the protagonist performs on the timeline to achieve this result are unintentional or “fated”, but in my studies and experiences with the Human mind, most people with mental disorders don’t recognise their own intentions in the world. They act, largely without any idea of their own motivations – they’re mentally ill and that’s the very definition.
I was compelled to write this as it had been lingering in my head for a week now and last night I saw the same thing portrayed in a piece of shit movie by MTV called “Project Almanac” (which I should note is funny in parts and does a good job with theoretical accuracy). In this contrived piece of garbage, the young genius protagonist looks through his dead father’s basement laboratory for something to pilfer, where he discovers a camcorder used in the last hours of his father’s life. When viewing this footage of his father helping him celebrate his 7th birthday, our protagonist sees himself (at current age) in a mirror reflection, in a t-shirt with a stain on it, and a keychain in his left hand. SPOILER ALERT (well, not really) – the keychain belongs to a girl he goes to school with who’s “out of his league” (or whatever the kids say these days). While offering her a parking spot in his driveway for a local party she was attending, only to use her car battery to juice up his machine, she exposes herself to the existence of the machine…. and then the love affair begins! Sappy, right? Well, in this particular instance the victim realises she was manipulated across time, but sadly this was inside of a time pocket that ultimately never happened anyway. So, armed with this knowledge he was able to reset time completely and then swoon her with male confidence alone.
I don’t know why this motif exists. Is it because a lot of people are fucking creeps who like to either be cosmically groomed or do the cosmic grooming? Well, we know how popular 50 Shades of Grey is. Is it simply because “girl eventually falls for boy” is so ubiquitous that we can’t help but transfer it onto the Grandfather Paradox motif, even though it’s creepy as fuck? Either way… it’s creepy as fuck. And used under the right circumstances it may be used as a grooming tool in itself. We live in a world of increasing dysphoria and derealization. In this climate of hopelessness, it’s the truly intelligent and imaginative ones who fall prey to magical thinking, especially since theoretical Quantum Physics gives more and more people the license to imagine that reality is malleable and that one day that malleable-ness might just visit their lives. Some of us take it even further and imagine that’s it’s happening to us already. This fruitcake I mentioned earlier who showed us this movie was such a person who traveled WAY beyond the boundary of sanity, claiming that various civil servants (i.e. bus drivers) were David Icke Reptiles in Human form, and that the bushes behind my home housed an invisible elf or faerie whom he was on first-name basis with. I strain to imagine what went through his head as he watched that movie with us (which was at least the second viewing for him), but at the very least he didn’t have the capacity to say “ew. What a rapey piece of shit movie” – and that’s what scares me about Reverse Grand Father Paradox Rape Movies.