You know, I have been trying to craft an article about the way things were in the 90s. To those boys from the 90s. Who today would be guilty of assault, but back then, us girls woke up the next morning sore, ashamed, and praying no one would find out who we ended up in bed with last night.

They weren’t trying to force us. We weren’t saying no. We just felt like we didn’t really have a choice.

This is why I haven’t written it. Even I don’t know how to explain or define it. There was an aftermath. There was damage. But the words “rape culture” weren’t buzzwords yet.

It was just called college.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

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