Earlier today I was leaving my afternoon graduate class at our local university when a rather terrible storm struck. I quickly retrieved my laptop and checked the weather report to learn about the situation. Fortunately, the threat of tornadoes and flash floods was minimal, but the forecast indicated the storm would not pass for another 30 minutes. I decided to patiently wait beneath the rotunda so that I could scope out whether or not a brief reprieve in the rain would allow me enough time to run to my car. Other students had the same idea, but I noticed one girl in particular standing in the back of the crowd. She looked to be no older than 20, and she had a dreadful look on her face. As the thunder intensified, I started to suspect this girl suffered from astraphobia. I've worked with autistic children who completely shut down when too much noise is overstimulating their brains. She appeared just as paralyzed as those boys. When I then noticed tears rushing down her cheeks, I moved to see if she wanted to be escorted back inside, but a thought stayed my advance: what if my assistance was misinterpreted? What if this woman, in a fit of hysteria, started to shout - perhaps just as a peripheral response, but nonetheless alarming? Can you imagine a man having to defend to an audience of college students why he approached a younger woman who was clearly beset with fear?

Instead I waited a few seconds before I told some neighboring women to go check on her. By that point the girl looked absolutely horrible. She broke down in a miserable cry. I felt bad for her, but I do not regret my decision. After being falsely accused of rape as a teenager and watching numerous friends be accused in the court of feminism as "abusive" for standing up to girlfriends that felt fully justified slapping them in the face during numerous bipolar/borderline episodes, I've learned my lesson. I'm not going to put my neck on the chopping block again. If the person in need had been an elderly woman, a relative, or another male, I would have acted sooner, but feminist hysteria has erased part of my humanity. Sometimes I wonder if this is part of the rad-fems' plan: the same ones openly advocating for male oppression can point to the end of all chivalrous behavior as "evidence" that men only help when they're guaranteed sexual reciprocity. In reality, men are too terrified.

/* * By the way, I'm keenly aware blue pillers will never acknowledge the horrific year I experienced as a victim of false rape accusations. I suspect they might even cherry-pick the title of this post to push their agenda, but I think this post is relevant in light of the recent Rolling Stones incident.