Story time. I was an older student; I wasted seven years of my life before having to finish my upper-secondary education so that I could study at university.
I took comparative literature in my fourth year, as the last subject in my under-graduate degree. At the end of the second semester, the head of the comp. lit. department, one of my lecturers, came out for a drink with the students to celebrate the end of the academic year.
As the evening drew on, and the drink was flowing, this lecturer leaned in closer to me, and began pointing out some of the female students, expressing his lust in no uncertain terms, and trying to get me on board (he was only a few years my senior, which perhaps is why he thought I would go along).
I wasn't interested, and I was frankly appalled at his behaviour. So when he said, “I do like the young students,” I looked him dead in the eye, and said: “Yes, I’ve heard that about you.”
He was shocked. Even though I hadn’t heard any rumour about him, I think I must have struck a chord. He reddened, went back to his drink, and tried to shake off the shade.
I sat there, glaring at him until he grew uncomfortable enough to leave the bar.
My point is this: SHUT THEM DOWN, FELLAS!
Young women who only desire to live their lives in peace and security should be allowed to do so; and if our helping out means we lose the friendship of a creep, then we have lost nothing worth keeping.