State rape remains a favorite fantasy of old white men.
Many years ago, I sat in the bar of the Midland Hotel in Chicago, which was my preferred roost in Chicago back when I was a road warrior. Near me, two Sears employees (the Sears Tower was about two blocks away) were talking about rumors of lay-offs.
As they paid their tab, one of them said, “No matter what, I won’t go back to Indiana.”
As near as I can tell, this sort of stuff explains why.