"That girl knew exactly what she was doing."
I can't tell you how sick I am of hearing those words. They came from so-called journalist Katie Hopkins who has decided to feel all sorry for footballer Adam Johnson, as he is imprisoned for six years for sexual activity with a 15-year-old. Ever the victim-blamer, she describes the girl as "a hormonal teen stalking someone famous for attention, desperate for a chance to have something her friends do not."
I think back to when I was fifteen and developing major crushes on older, unattainable men wherever I went. I never acted on them, but I think the targets of my devotion must have been only too aware that there was a young girl mooning around after them, hanging on their every word.
I remember being in a pantomime with 'Brian', who played Buttons in Snow White. (I know... Buttons appears in Cinderella but this was a low-budget thing in the north-west). Brian must have been in his twenties when he had me waiting to catch his eye at every turn. Even while I was dressed as a dwarf and saying, "Oh you ARE lovely, Snow White!" - my only line in the whole thing (I got paid £10 - my first pay check, spent on tukka boots in Top Shop).
But Brian was kind. He dropped his girlfriend into the conversation now and then, just to make sure I was aware, and continued to be nice and brotherly to me. He didn't take advantage of me and made me feel comfortable around him. I loved Brian.
This happened a few times during those years. I, like many teenage girls, was testing out my new-found sexuality and powers of attraction. I didn't quite know what would happen, and I was a little bit scared. And although I didn't know it at the time, I relied on the adult men I was testing it out on to be responsible and to not take advantage. I remember a guy called Paul taking a kind and brotherly stance with me and how I found it intensely annoying that he didn't 'see' me. But oh boy, he definitely saw me. And he acted like every responsible adult should.
Because to my mind, you can say all you like about Adam Johnson's victim but when all is said and done, he is the adult and she is the child. She may have looked and acted like a sexually experienced young woman, but she was probably in wild 'testing' mode and couldn't believe that the object of her crush was reciprocating. It was up to him to stop the 834 WhatsApp messages or not even start them in the first place. It was up to him not to pick her up in his car. Up to him to stop the sexting. Up. To. Him.
There are some men who can't believe it when a younger woman or teenager appears to find them attractive. They think they are singled out for their unique animal magnetism, seemingly unaware that young women test out their sexuality like this all the time. We look to see who's looking, and find these guys staring back. I remember going on weekend day trips with my family as a teenager and without fail, the guys staring back at me in the places we visited were the dads, not the sons I was scanning the room for. It was like that for a very long time until the roles switched, and I found the sons of the guys I was checking out staring back at me. Weird, that.
At fifteen, I mostly had crushes on guys in bands, and I now realise how safe that kind of crushing was, with only a Patches magazine poster to moon over in my bedroom. Coming into contact with real-life men was something that presented more challenges. I shudder to think what trouble I might have got into now, with the convenience of social media and smartphones.
I thank my lucky stars that the guys I encountered at fifteen were so kind to me. Brian, lovely Brian, with your mullet hairdo. I salute you for being a responsible adult with a clear-eyed perception of the situation I put you into.
Thank you.
First published on Because I Can blog: https://becauseicanblog.com/2016/03/10/fifteen/