“Hey, miss, you okay? You need a ride?”

Ted Bundy. Charles Manson. The Dayton, Ohio shooter whose name I refuse to learn. Brock Turner. Harvey Weinstein. 

And also the boy next door. The man at the bar. At the coffee shop. At the gas station. At church. At the Ted Bundy Barbeque. 

Laura Moss’ short works well to juxtapose the media monsters alongside the everyday, acknowledging the terror that is simply being a woman, constantly worrying that you might say…