When is a comic convention like a misogynist convention?

Interesting column over on When Fangirls Attack that’s worth a read.

When I was a teenager I worked at my local comics shop. The staff consisted of the kindly and cantankerous older middle-aged comics fan and a cast of lovable zanies. I had a great time. Until my boss asked me if I could stay late at work one day to help him bag some comics. And so I stayed late and started bagging the comics. And my boss took the opportunity to tell me that he found me sexually arousing. And he asked me to have sex with him. And I started to silently cry — pretty babyish of me, huh? Should I have punched him in the nuts? I didn’t — I cried silently. I was 16, he was in his late 50s.