THE PERILS OF “CONSENT ACTIVISM:” Telling potential date you’re a “consent activist,” know Chief of Police, and “don’t get creepy” inexplicably produces loss of interest:

Keenan herself, though, sometimes finds it hard not to go on the offensive. She’s so used to laying down the nitty-gritty details of consent that she’s been known to open romantic interactions with a spiel that feels straight out of a student handbook.

She animatedly tells a story about a recent Tinder rendezvous: “One time, I agreed to meet with this guy at 8 or 9 at night. Before we met, I said to him, ‘This is the work I do, I know the chief of police … so, don’t try and get creepy; I know all my rights.’ And five minutes later, he was like, ‘Actually, I’m really not OK with how you just assume I’m a bad guy. And I get very bad vibes from that, so we shouldn’t hang out anymore.’”

“I was in a rage. He was a total fuckboy about consent,” she said.

No. You were. Also, “fuckboy” is sexist hate-language. Report yourself to the Office Of Equity and Diversity immediately.

UPDATE: From Ashe Schow, some backstory. “It is easy to misinterpret text messages. Both sides here might have misinterpreted what the other was saying. Ultimately, as Keenan said, it was best they didn’t meet up — no harm, no foul. But it is another example of the importance of openly questioning what is being presented in the media, as even though New York Magazine was trying to write a positive story about these women, this quote still came across much differently than Keenan intended.”