Legions of women recognized the beast, before we knew his name or his story. We spotted the micro expressions, the gestures, the intonations, the glint in his eye. We knew this man, deep in our bones… from before. There is no mistaking the kind who simply take what they want. You can smell them across the room. You can feel the dread they inspire, all the way to your nerve endings. Those who do not want to know may look the other way, but the predator is plain to those who were once prey.