This essay is an example of some people in media going overboard with lamentations how hard it is to survive in the bad man’s world.
There are plenty of bad people around, and we all are survivors. Similarly as it is with cases of sexual abuse, we usually do not talk about it because we feel ashamed that we let our guards down and were taken advantage financially, emotionally or physically. We are mad that we made ourselves vulnerable, when and where we should know better.
Cases of sexual abuse are special just because sex sells better in media than, for example, stories about pickpockets.
We all have many scars from our trauma moments. When growing up, I was taught that life is tough, that suffering is something one should expect, and learn how to deal with it. In private.
I should not anymore, but I am still amused how much popular emotional exhibitionism has become.
Lastly when it comes to blaming men, in this essay, as in many others published now everywhere, I hear the same bitterness I know from a few generally unhappy women I had a chance to meet.