*shudder*

[seldear]

There's a party of young men shouting their way along one of the back streets of my suburb, singing loudly and probably drunkenly. I can hear them two streets away.

I hope to God that no woman crosses their path. Or if one does, that she gets safely away.

This sounds like the kind of party that would gang rape a woman unfortunate enough to find herself having to walk past them if they thought she was pretty, or asking for it, or not flirty enough, or, you know, female, while the others cheered the perps on.

Q: How do you stop rape?
A: By not being a rapist.