#anti-predator

This was me in high school:

This dickhead, fresh from a paint fight with friends she’d lose all contact with in a few years, is me at age 16.

In high school, I thought that I had the entire world figured out. I thought I was “busy” with my life. I thought that I was earning a lot at my $90/wk part time job. I thought that if a boy looked at me for more than three seconds, he was into me. I thought I was so SMART because I got decent grades (and that surely translates to worldly intelligence). I thought that I was somehow owed fortune and success, because as a kid you believe you’re the specialest snowflake in all the land.

When you’re in high school, your brain isn’t fully developed. Your entire universe is encompassed in your school, your friends, your hobbies.

I was a smart kid. I got good grades. I had a short story published before I left year 12 (and therefore believed I was the leading authority on writing). But was I in a position to run, say, a blog that had the potential to affect the lives of innocent people - innocent adults at that, who can’t fall back on mum/dad/school, who have their livelihood put at risk, who have to have an awkward chat with their employer because some schoolkids on the internet thought they had the qualifications to run a justice group? 

Do major anti-predator volunteer organisations like Perverted Justice employ people who still have a fucking curfew?