The thing that’s both awful and extraordinarily wonderful is that we’ve all known that young men of the upper classes move through the world like bulls in a china shop, leaving traumatized people in their wake. And for generations, we’ve all moved through the world treating these young men like suburban coyotes: plan your path home to stay off their hunting grounds, leave quickly if you see a group because they are most dangerous in a pack, make yourself larger, wear protective clothing that probably doesn’t work, clean your wounds thoroughly. It’s just what they do, so just adapt.
Or maybe it’s lika a vampire movie, maybe it’s the reason we find horror stories so compelling. And maybe what’s joyful is that this is the first time in my life I’ve seen people fight back against a culture that had decided generations ago to sacrifice all our safety to enabling the youthful hijinks of monsters.