But what alarms me in all this is how the girls who were victimized by these men are largely forgotten. I want us to find ways of centering them in the discourse.

For my first job interview after university, I wore a Crombie coat that had belonged to my great uncle Tom. When my father dropped me off at Dublin airport to catch my flight to London, he looked me up and down and said, "The deceased was a larger man."

Met two friends in my favourite sunny yellow coat, with new multicoloured, stripey scarf and hat to hear, "You look like a bowl of custard with hundreds and thousands on top" 😂