We all like to think we’re individuals.
We’re all so unique and important and no one else is like us.
Except, you, over there in Ohio.
You raped some girl. Society blamed it on her. You’re back on your football team.
Oh, how trite and tired.
I supposed I should turn up my nose in disgust at your actions, but all I feel is sorry for you.
The clichiest of cliches.
It would be nice if one of you, some day, could rise above the stereotype and be a prison-bound rapist or a castrated rapist, but for some reason you all insist on conforming to the rapist standard.
I mean, it’s just, could you be any more…ordinary?
Try a little harder next time, will ya?