It’s easy to respect the rights of the pretty people, the popular ones, the charming folk, the nice guys.  No one’s going to run roughshod over Mr. Rogers’ rights.  We probably don’t need a Constitution to protect the Prom Queen.  It’s the assholes we need to write the rules for.  It’s harder to treat them well, to be fair to them, to refrain from punching them.

Preaching to the Choir, We Rock.