Just when you thought the Left couldn’t get any more insane, an article in Marie Claire appears to prove you wrong. This one’s a real head scratcher.

Lana Hoch, if that’s her real name, tells her story of being raped by a close friend’s brother while she was passed-out drunk at a beach-themed frat party. She describes being “primed” with shots pre-party by her roommate who also “convinced [her] to forgo a shirt for a bikini top.” Once at the party, Hoch’s friends noticed she was “dangerously drunk” and put her in a room to sleep it off. That’s where she woke up with a man “thrusting into [her] roughly from behind.”

After she came to and told her friends, Hoch said they congratulated her on her first one-night stand:

In an attempt to shake off the surreal, creeping dread, I told myself things like, Those shots were a bad idea, but I needed to blow off steam. And I’ve only slept with two boyfriends before — maybe I really was due for a one night stand? And Besides, what 21-year-old college girl hasn’t had a night like this?

A year later, after graduating and moving back in with her parents, she was “excited” to be invited to hang out with her college buddies, even if that meant being around her friend’s brother, her rapist, again. Hoch says it was quite easy to sit close to him and laugh the night away “like it was no big deal.” Then the group decided to continue the party at a bar. And why not? Alcohol worked so well the last time. There, Hoch quickly hatched the world’s worst plan — she was going to flirt with her rapist:

After dinner, it became clear that the brother would be joining us at the bar and, strangely, I started to escalate my small talk to flirtation. It was like shifting into an autopilot mode I didn’t know existed. Without a clear thought or strategy, I drank enough to soften my focus and banish my inhibitions, but not so much that I lost control. I knew where I was and how to get to safety. I could pinpoint my friends on the dance floor—the better to dodge them as moved closer and closer to my assailant. Eventually I suggested we go back to his apartment.

At this point, tires screech for most of us, but not Hoch. She jumped in his bed:

Oddly, being back in bed with him didn’t scare me. We rolled around and made out in the bottom half of a bunk bed. It was all very PG-13; the way I might have behaved with a high school crush. He didn’t push for more and I didn’t offer. I woke to find three friends rousing on his grungy couch and shooting me confused looks — they were friendly with my pretty serious boyfriend.

Oh, yeah, she was dating someone at the time, not that Hoch was worried about a little thing like that:

I knew I should be ashamed and, frankly, worried that my boyfriend — who I’d been with for a year and would go on to date for another three — would find out. But I was neither. Instead, I felt like I’d scratched a hard-to-reach itch. Cheating wasn’t something I took lightly, but whatever deep-seated need I’d satisfied that night was more important than fidelity. An obscure yet palpable sense of relief drove away any hint of guilt before it could take hold.

“By seducing my assaulter, I was reclaiming the control I’d lost over my body and identity,” Hoch tells herself. She even quoted a Harvard Medical School psychology professor who posits that some victims often respond this way. Justification:

Looking back, I see the logic: Why wouldn’t I want to reclaim the narrative by rewriting my story with a different ending—one in which I reversed the dynamic with someone who’d previously robbed me of all power?

By seducing my rapist, I extended the shelf life of my denial. Whenever my mind flashed back to that terrifying night in the dorm, the bitter recollection was diffused by a newer, more palatable memory.

Hoch says it actually took until she was 29 that she even considered what happened to her on an air mattress in college was rape. It took her fiancé and therapist to convince her. 

Now, she wants the rest of us to stop “being surprised that the primitive, unnatural act of rape can trigger equally primitive, unnatural responses in its victims.”

If you say so.