Today I remembered something about the 'good old days' which wasn't so good.  In the mid 70s, when I was 15, a couple of girlfriends went out with a group of boys they knew from the year above us at school.  They went into a deserted building together where they were pinned down and sexually assaulted by the boys.  All these years later, I still find it really upsetting that they thought it was normal and acceptable behaviour in boys because they had allowed themselves to be alone with them. I don't remember that they had even considered themselves molested.   I'm glad that my daughter has grown up knowing that this is horrific and not something that shouldn't be dealt with.