We spend so much time, she thinks, teaching girls how not to get raped, and then we attack them for it. If you drink, it’s your fault, but if you don’t drink, you’re a killjoy. If you show too much of your body, you’re asking for it, but if you cover up, you’re a prude, and you’re asking for it. You’re too loud; you’re not loud enough. You’re too paranoid; you’re not paranoid enough. It’s your fault. It’s your fault. It’s your fault. It’s impossible not to internalize that to some degree or another.
