Follow Up

Travis Osanu pushed the door to the hotel room open with the butt of his gun. His eyes widened behind his sunglasses.
“Well, shit,” he said, as if announcing himself to the room.
There was a corpse on the floor, a fat, middle-aged man. Travis approached it, wrinkling his nose at the smell of blood and excrement and filth. Though it was past sundown, the room was still warm; flies buzzed over the body and the rotting food that had somehow wound up on the floor, though Travis did not think the murder could have happened more than a few hours ago.

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When Women Have a Mountain and Men Have a Mole Hill

The year I graduated from CSU, seven sexual assaults were reported on campus in the first six weeks of the fall semester. That's completely unacceptable on so many levels I'm not even sure where to start—that the campus is so unsafe, that law enforcement in the area was so slow to do anything about it, that our society in general allows for this type of behavior, the list goes on.

By far the biggest problem in this situation was that women were being attacked on campus and no one was listening. But worsening the situation further was how some of the men were reacting, getting anxious that they were being labeled as stalkers or assumed to be bad people because they were men.

Obviously I'm not in favor of people generalizing that all men are sex predators or that all women are victims. But my article here is about how men (specifically the moderator of CSU Confessions at the time) were so caught up in being defensive that they forgot about how women on campus were being assaulted and that that's a way bigger problem than a woman giving them a weird look once. I kind of doubt that women will think you're creepy if you don't act like a creep, fellas.

Post number 45.