My message for the mother of Luis Rubiales

Happily, this generation won’t accept what yours, or even mine, did. Weren’t you, too, pawed by entitled men?

Watching Rubiales smash his face against Hermoso, I was reminded of an incident in my own life, that I hadn’t thought of for a long time. I was a young journalist, in a lift with a senior editor, double my age. He was always friendly and we were chatting away about something before he stepped forward, took my face in his hands and kissed me bang on the mouth for several seconds….