‘What do you do with the mad that you feel?’ So asked beloved children’s entertainer Fred Rogers, whose show Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood screened on public television in America for almost four decades.

I’ve been thinking about this question a lot in recent weeks, since Brittany Higgins so bravely spoke out about the rape she alleges a colleague perpetrated against her in federal parliament, only to be met by the all-toopredictable level of victim blaming meted out against women who come forward;  since Chanel Contos launched a petition to codify the teaching of sexual consent in the school system, after collecting the anecdotal accounts of hundreds of girls and young women who have been sexually assaulted by boys attending some of the most elite private schools in the country, only to be met by the all-too-predictable tidal wave of backlash that comes from privileged young men determined to protect their power; and especially so since the (now former) attorney-general, Christian Porter, revealed himself to be the cabinet minister at the centre of a historical rape allegation, only to be met by the all-too-predictable obstinacy of disbelief that pours forth whenever women dare to say they’ve actually been subjected to the thing we are taught from childhood to be most wary of.