“’In my generation, what these girls are going through was never considered assault,’ Judith said. ‘It was considered, ‘I was stupid and I got embarrassed.’” said the mom of a college dude.
Right? I mean, I remember being a kid and getting a lead-based lollipop as a treat from my dad after an especially productive morning of shooting poor people for sport, and it’s a tragedy that youngsters no longer get to have that kind of character-building experience now the coastal elites have reframed it as “child endangerment” and “first-degree murder.” I’d feel bad, except that the prolonged lead exposure has destroyed my ability to feel emotions.
It’s a sad, sad world where a college junior can’t even take advantage of a few young women without getting dragged in front of a half-assed apologetic university conflict mediation board for 20 minutes. By which I mean Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, moms, you are NOT HELPING. I recommend to you (and everyone else) these two Longreads essays by the most excellent Laurie Penny, “The Horizon of Desire” and “We’re All Mad Here: Weinstein, Women, and the Language of Lunacy,” and not just because I edited them.