Over in the country where I live these days, a privileged young man murdered nine people. Nine people - his three roommates and six strangers. Nine people, because he felt entitled to women and women's bodies and women's affections. And when he failed to receive them, he penned a homicidal manifesto, a misogynist treatise that I will decline to link to, accompanied by a series of increasingly evil videos.
He killed nine people. And then himself.
What kind of boys are we raising? What kind of men are we creating?
And so this weekend, I went for a walk. A long walk. The kind that starts wherever you're standing and ends wherever you end up. The kind that lasts a few hours. The kind that by the end of it, your rage and despair and melancholy have been - if not replaced - at least supplemented with a sort of renewed ability to be the best damn change you can in the world.
Sometimes what you need to keep going is a pair of comfortable shoes.
*A version of this post first appeared on the #awesomewomen list. *