Mirror
Our campus has been downright oversaturated with talk of sexual assault. The words lose their meaning, the statistics become white noise and in the end we're left with the people who care the most yelling over each other, while those who most need to appreciate the gravity of the situation slip out the back door.
Allow me to yell next, but don't worry I'm not going to rehash that old "one in four women will be sexually assaulted in her lifetime" stat (an aside: it's statistically true, and when I look at my friends, I find it's real-life true). Instead, I want to discuss how we think about ourselves, our bodies and sex, and how our thinking contributes to why so many people at Dartmouth shrug off all this talk about sexual assault.
I'm throwing out the term "sexual assault" not because it isn't accurate, but because all the nerve endings it used to hit are dead at this point.