Do you barely remember high school? Me, too. Maybe this is reason enough to discount someone who accuses a US Supreme Court nominee of a sexual assault alleged to have happened more than 30 years ago.
While memories of a bygone era are faint, standout moments reel around on a mental Möbius strip - football games, band practice, parties, underage drinking, snogging...
I view these juvenile pursuits with bemusement and horror, as mum to a 14-year-old girl and soon-to-be 13-year-old boy. The weekend nights I planted myself in a house pumping with passionfruit wine coolers, cheap beer, Southern Comfort and limitless hormones could've turned ugly. I wasn't raped or assaulted not because I was a 15-year-old martial arts expert, but because I was lucky. I insisted on attending parties where I knew my friends' parents were either absent or tremendously permissive. I spent cumulative months of teenage life grounded because my parents inexorably learned of my stupidity (in a town of 20,000 souls, someone will always out you to your folks).
So when someone like 51-year-old professor Christine Blasey Ford accuses Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh of attempted sexual assault, I give her story benefit of doubt. Ford said Kavanaugh forced himself on her when she was 15, and they were both students at elite private high schools in Washington, D.C. Kavanaugh has vigorously denied the allegations.
Another woman said Kavanaugh exposed himself near her face at a drunken Yale University party. Deborah Ramirez is now calling for the FBI to investigate. Kavanaugh says those allegations are false, and a "smear".
We ask why women don't step forward sooner. Some fear they'll be disbelieved, shamed, and shunned. Why would anyone want the agony? For justice, to encourage past victims to come forward, and to prevent future victimisation. In Blasey Ford's case, someone she believes is criminally-flawed may attain a lifetime appointment where he'd make decisions affecting more than 300 million American lives.