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102. I am not offended by this, at all. It's realistic.

Women DO have to watch out. But at the same time, you can never be 100% certain of what's going to happen.

I've never been sexually assaulted, which is something I attribute partly to being wary of certain people and certain situations, and partly to luck. But in the same breath, I am also fully supportive of people who have been sexually assaulted, and not judgmental at all. There is no way to prevent sexual harrassment, and I am here to tell everyone that. I know what it means to be regarded as nothing more than a sexual piece of meat, in terms of sexual harrassment goes.

In High School, I didn't go to those parties where girls got "sleep-bandited". I wasn't invited anyway, because I was too much of a cynical, depressed, angry, bookworm. I went to other weird and wild parties in high school, with edgy kids, but none of those guys were a rapist, at least none that I knew about. I've been to all kinds of crazy, fucked up parties in my life, ended up drunk. There have been plenty of creeps I have encountered, but I could tell they were creeps, and that's probably what saved my ass (no pun intended).

The only time I ever suspected the possibility of a date rape drug was when I was visiting the midwest, age 25, and was all by myself in a nightclub. Two random, obviously conservative, uncool guys who said they were in town for a convention sat down next to me, chatted me up in polite conversation and finally asked me where I was from. San Francisco (the city I lived in at that time). Oh... well... you could tell there was heavy judgment swirling around in their brains, about a young woman from SF, all by herself in some weird club in Chicago with some crappy techno music in the background, with pierced & dyed people flailing around in black pleather outfits, in the background. The conversation turned really annoying and stupid after that, and I excused myself to the ladies room.

When I came back, there was an unexpected pint of beer waiting for me. "No thanks!" I said politely. "I'm going home now", and I got out of there. I chased down the next bus I could find. Nobody will ever know if there was a date rape drug in that beer or not.