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The Persistence of Drunken High School Memory

I was NOT a "bad boy" drinker in HS... but if somebody asked me to CONFIRM what went on at a Viking Theatre cast party, I could not tell you A. SINGLE. DETAIL. (We had sweatshirts... which my mother made into a quilt... that I still use... That's about it).
Why is it SO surprising that drunk high schoolers WHO WERE NOT SEXUALLY ASSAULTED would remember a random house party amidst a sea of random house parties across an entire school year of random house parties?
A BETTER question would be whether or not ANY of them had heard about ANY drinking or drugs or sex at ANY of the parties. Did ANY of the "defenders" ever hear about ANY unwanted sexual contact at ANY of the parties they attended??? Because high school kids are uncontrollable gossips... and drunk, entitled rich high school kids even moreso.
And when a particular drunk, entitled rich kid wrote an entire "fictionalized" novel about sex and drugs and drinking at exclusive prep school parties and said kid was besties (and alleged accomplice) with Brett Kavanaugh, one has to wonder... Wouldn't that kid, and his friends, say ALMOST ANYTHING to not be implicated in a high profile sexual assault allegation?
Side note: "I have no recollection" coming from a blackout drunk is NOT exactly a bedrock defense. #IJS #KavaNAW #WithdrawAlready.
Side note, part deux: The transformation of the right's pretzel logic of the sequence of events is dizzying.
First, he's impeccable. Then, "She's lying." Then, "Innocent until PROVEN guilty!" Then, "Horny kids drink, no big deal." Then, "What boy HASN'T done that.?" Then, "No other incidents!" Then, "A second accuser = librul smear campaign!" Then, "Kavanaugh wasn't my pick; It's STILL a conservative seat!"

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