I replayed a conversation I had while in Bali:
In Lovina, a northern coastal city in Bali for beach dwelling and not much else, I met an American woman my age vacationing from Germany with her German husband.
She is half Han Chinese, half western pastiche American, and lived until the age of twelve in the Arab Emerites where her parents both had jobs. At age twelve, the cusp of puberty, she left the UAE - her mother insisted the family relocate sickened by the now constant offers she received for her prepubescent daughter with such exotic looks for marriage from licit pedos.
That's not shocking. This is:
She let me in on the "fact," her word, that the boys in her school were raped with regularity in the surrounding deserts. She went on. The girls were untouchable due to the monetary penalty for the rupture of a hymen. The boys were aware of this, so were the men. She repeated time and again that she knew of NO BOY who had escaped this cultural coming of age reality in her class, one that is in a high culture high income world of UAE wealth, where the US kids go. "And what do you think that did to boy/girl relations?" she asked with a grin that peeled on her face with hate, "how do you think the boys feel about the girls, who get to play without a man taking THEM into the desert, where loud winds hide all cries for help?" I reacted with disbelief. How could EVERY boy be molested?
"Even rich kids, really?" I ask. I grill. She's being hyperbolic. But something in her face. Something grave and hideous that I felt to be so true, so necessarily true.
"How do you think they feel about women when they grow up?" she kept pressing me.