Male American here. Always had a hard time internalizing women’s fear, hard to truly put myself in their shoes. My first wife really woke me.

At the major hospital she worked at, the female nurses often needed escorts through the parking garage. There were alerts about shady characters hanging around. She clearly got roofied one night, and when her friends compared notes, it had happened to many of them at that same restaurant (a really nice one!).

I was a small guy, little punker in the late 80s and early 90s. There were places we couldn’t go or the skins or rednecks would get us. And yet that doesn’t even begin to compare with the fear women must deal with.

I’ve had a pretty fucking wild life, but I’ve never been stalked, drugged or raped.