It's not about my courteous father who would never speak rudely to another person, let alone handle them against their will.
It is about my daughter's right to work in a cafe without customers threatening to wait for her and rape her because they are dissatisfied with the coffee.
It is not about my son who manages to walk around the roads at night without ever assaulting a female.
It is about my daughter's right to walk down the same roads and not be assaulted by anyone.
It is not about my male colleagues who are immaculate in their behaviour around students and staff.
It is about my daughter and other young teens who were groped on stage by a middle aged man at the same institution and unable to do anything about it.
It is not about all the lovely men I have met at parties and had a great time with.
It is about my daughter's right to go to a party and maybe even stay for a sleepover without some random male trying to push his way into her bed.
It is not about my loving husband for whom sex has always been a mutual act of engaging with another human being.
It is about my daughter's right not to be guilt-tripped and followed and harassed if she decides she doesn't want to have sex with any particular man.
For once, it is not about the men. IT'S ABOUT THE WOMEN.
Of course there are worries about men too. My son has been assaulted in the street. But it was by other boys his age, not by women. And it has happened twice, as an unexpected and unusual occurrence.
My daughter has to be on her watch every time she goes to a party, every time she walks home alone at night, every time she works in close proximity to men.
It is not hating him to point out that her life is influenced by the need to take precautions in a way that his isn't.