I was loved by a Big Name on Campus. He was a stupol BNOC and this had a weird, warped effect on his sense of self. This did not stop his persistent misogyny towards and objectification of the women in his life; rather, it gave him the perfect cover. Only once did he say: “What, you don’t like the way I talk about women?” But it wasn’t a question, and I didn’t answer. We were together for maybe a year, maybe more — it depends how you measure it.