It has recently come to my attention that some folks are having trouble when it comes to learning how not to rape, so I thought I would put together a little 101 for you in the interest of public service.
When you've finished reading this you'll know why I didn't report him. It was the wrong sort of rape and no one would have believed me. I didn't ever tell anyone because I didn't want to be a 'victim' or, even worse, a 'survivor'. I hate that term, like half an hour of your life indelibly marks you forever.
This is a man who describes the best punch he ever threw as the one that hit his ex-wife, Robin Givens. This is not a nice man. He is not an ally of women or victims. He is the opposite, he is a perpetrator, and not one who feels much remorse by the sounds of it.
I spend a lot of time thinking about why I am so besotted with a programme that centres on the abuse of women. It extends beyond morbid curiosity, because the world in which SVU detectives operate is so alien – it is a world where people actually give a fuck about women getting sexually assaulted.
The officer chuckled. "Frankly, there's nothing we can do." My eyes were wide with disbelief as I saw her fold up the paper she had been writing on and open the passenger door of the car. "And my suggestion?" she offered. "If you have the cash, take a cab home."