Argh
There was a series of sexual assaults on campus a couple of weeks ago, so the campus is talking about it. It's nice that they're making noise about this being unacceptable, but I find myself depressed over some of the messaging that's coming out of it: the row of a dozen signs down the sidewalk, each with its own little tidbit of advice. Find someone to walk you home. Don't wear headphones when you're walking in the dark. The #1 date rape drug is alcohol. [I am, bitterly, a little surprised that one doesn't come with an admonition against the little red dress, too.] Love your body; defend yourself.
What every one of those damn signs boils down to is: Don't be a victim. Don't make yourself a target. Don't be the weakest gazelle in the herd.
Not a single one blames - or even mentions - the lion.
Maybe you can avoid his attention now, but that just means he'll hunt someone else. There's always a weakest gazelle, and it's not her fault the lion is a predator.
What every one of those damn signs boils down to is: Don't be a victim. Don't make yourself a target. Don't be the weakest gazelle in the herd.
Not a single one blames - or even mentions - the lion.
Maybe you can avoid his attention now, but that just means he'll hunt someone else. There's always a weakest gazelle, and it's not her fault the lion is a predator.