Red Nose

When I was young, I somehow got the idea that rape was the worst thing that could happen to me. Maybe it was the way the word was used -- in horrified whispers, with pained expressions, accompanied by sighs. "She was raped." Maybe it was seeing The Life of Saint Maria Goretti when I was in sixth grade. In that grainy black-and-white movie, poor Maria Goretti, a devout but beautiful Italian teenager, was raped by... Read more →