Drunk guys get a pass on sexual assault.

Sixteen or seventeen years old, at night, in the backseat of a car full of kids. Of course we’re drinking, but we know each other, right? We’re parked on a boulevard inside a big city park on a hill overlooking a meadow. Without warning, and without a word, the guy next to me puts his hand in my crotch and starts squeezing and rubbing. I’ m by the door. I open it, haul this asshole out of the car and throw him, with a few good kicks down the hill. People are scandalized. WTF?? I explain what he did. “Well, that was an over reaction! Can’t you see how drunk he is?”