This weekend marks the six-year anniversary of my assault and rape in Belfast. It's not the kind of anniversary you tend to celebrate with greeting cards, cake, or presents (or frankly, announce on The Huffington Post). But at the same time, it's an anniversary which I find impossible to overlook.
I, too, went to Harvard, and years later (when I least expected it), I was raped. Ever since that day in April 2008 -- when I was pushed into the mud by a violent 15-year-old boy -- I've been thinking a lot about how our society handles the problem of rape.