The poor dear does mean well, but he invited me to (1) do coke, and (2) gang-rape a college girl.
I had to explain, very gently, that many women—those who think they are anti-feminist, those who are merely equity feminists, and those who are FMJ capital-F Feminists—aren’t down with rape. Furthermore, I told him, those of us who have allergies and pulmonary issues are not interested in cocaine, as a general rule.
He seemed hurt, and now I feel kind of bad. Poor thing.