Every sin is the result of a collaboration.
Sexual harassment was a way of life. Field trips -- a tradition for geographers -- were abandoned because women were considered contaminants. One memorable instructor (whose course was required of all graduate students) regularly informed each new generation of graduate students that women are not good for much of anything but sexual exercises. He enjoyed going into graphic description of the trials and tribulations of a journey taken with a group of students during which one female experienced the onset of menstruation. "Blood all over the damn place," our professor told the class, "had to hike miles out of the canyon to find wadding to stuff in her crotch." 1
I had a typing teacher who used to come up and sit by me when I was typing and touch the side of my breast. He'd make rude comments about my behind and he usually made it a point to pinch me. He'd keep me after class to discuss a paper or show me areas where I needed help. I was an A student, but he always wanted me to stay. If I said no, he'd get very defensive. I was afraid he might not give me the A I deserved. The final straw was when I had gotten ink on my sweater from the typing ribbon and he offered to help me get it off. Well, he put his hands up my shirt, feeling me up, and I pushed him away and yelled. I told my