I was totally serious. At my school, at least, they held that rally two weeks into the Fall quarter. You barely know the kid you're sharing a dorm room with, half the "parties" you get invited to are some form of YoungLife or Christian Campus Crusade trying to convert you to Jeezus, you've somehow ended up with four credit cards (because hey - free T-shirt!) and they invite all the girls to come out to a thing that you actually support but you, as a male, better goddamn well stay away.

It always seemed exceptionally cruel to me. I mean, what's wrong with "Hey, aren't you in my English class? Look at that! We're both against date rape! Wanna get coffee some time?" but instead the message is "all these men you're surrounded by are potential rapists. It's so bad we can't say this stuff in their presence, or even during the day. Watch yourself, girls, for there are monsters in the deep."

Which meant the dorms filled with awkward conversations like this:

"So... how was your... rape thing?"

"Get away from me, male oppressor, I have a bra to burn."

"Right. If you need me, I'll be playing Doom with my shitty Packard Bell speakers turned up to eleven."