In every horror movie with a female protagonist where she’s running up the stairs from her killer rather than out of the front door, I scream at the screen in frustration and I’m irritated by the one-dimensionality of peril, panic and associated action. Freedom feels so clearly attainable, so often in these stories. Not here. Dean reminds us in stark detail of the true nature of physical and mental captivity which stops the thoughts of an easy escape dead in their tracks.
What would your life be like after blacking out drunk at a party and waking to learn of widespread rumours that you were sexually assaulted? How would your future decisions, relationships and experiences be tarnished by what happened that night and what everyone said about it?
Kate Reed Petty steps into the shoes of the ignorant high-school misogynist as she paints a soul-crushingly accurate depiction of the way young women are perceived and treated by their male counterparts. She lays bare the sad truth that even the guys who think they’re the ‘good’ ones have some very misplaced and harmful beliefs.