Like many of you, I’m feeling a lot of overwhelming, long-time-coming, recently-unearthed rage.
In the wake of the Cornell 7 allegations, I started to recall some of the misogynistic nonsense I tolerated in high school, college, and my professional career.
I thought of the high school teacher who asked me to sit on his lap in front of the whole class.
I thought of walking through a dark section of my college campus, laughingly dubbed “rape trail,” as I passed the SAE fraternity, nonchalantly nicknamed “Sexual Assault Expected.”
I thought of the fraternity men who injected a platter of fruit with syringes of Everclear…
