I'm sitting in Raising Cane's right now. Urchling is out with friends and I'm tired of the same old same old, son I'm treating myself.

There's a man in here with his 3 children. Two boys and the youngest is a girl. Oldest boy is about 11 or 12. Youngest boy is about 8 or 9. The little girl is around 7.

They've been teaming up to pull their sister's pants down for the last 15 or 20 minutes while their dad just sits there and laughs too.

"Locker room" doesnt just mean an actual locker room.

Tell me again about the saintly, wholesome, pure innocence of boys. About how they're not absorbing the poison of misogyny in our lovely little rape culture. I can't wait.