UPDATE: OK, I guess youse guys don't see snark when you see it?

When I was 12, I and 3 girls from the neighborhood went out to the woods behind our houses.

They took turns making out with me (kissing) and I with them. And everything was great, or so I thought. My white male privilege was at 11.

Of course, they all went home and told their mothers what they had done.

Regardless of 3 on 1, forever after, I was "that boy"