"For the most part, I really don't," Maeve answers with a shrug. "It sucks when someone looks at you and makes a snap judgement, but I'm also not going to lose sleep over some fool with a rich daddy thinking I'm a slag. But that shit sticks. It follows you around. It ruins peoples' lives sometimes. Just because I don't end up slitting my wrists over it doesn't mean some other girl won't and that's fucking bullshit, isn't it?"

And Maeve doesn't think it makes that girl any less strong. Because the girl is always blamed for it. Always.

"I care in the grand scheme of things," she says, gesturing. "Men needs to be held accountable for the shit they start, even if it's just calling some girl a slut because she won't give you a handjob behind the bleachers after school."