Following a chance incident during a snowstorm, Daniel Morris contemplates how we ascribe intent to others and suggests a new way to extend the benefit of the doubt.

The romanticized abuse by male characters in modern-day literature is, to say the least, icky (Colleen Hoover, I am looking directly at you). Without coming across as another pretentious English major who doesn’t know how to stop acting like they’re better than everyone else, I do wholeheartedly believe that we as a collective society need to start thinking more critically about what we consume and more importantly, how we promote it.