A film about the sexual abuse of one woman should be the start of a movement to say: ‘No!’
In cinéma vérité style, a filmmaker steps into a battered woman’s shoes to spotlight abuse.
Chicken Licken. That’s what it sounds like — my name if I were to marry my beloved and take on his name. Megan Egan. No can do. But the unhappy rhyme is not the real reason I’d never take his name, although there’s nothing remarkable about my own, except that it was derived from the Viking for ship tax collector.