Okay, this is actually what you do if you’re being sexually harassed in any kind of public space. Draw attention to it, preferably pull away and let EVERYONE know that someone is touching you. This will not only get him to get off you but he’ll definitely think about this situation next time he wants to do something like this.
Spreading the word.
My mom and I were talking about this today after hearing about a woman who was molested on a plane who said nothing until she was picked up at the airport by her parents. My mom looked at me and asked what I would do in that situation and I looked her dead in the eye and I told her “it would take me .02 seconds to realize what was going on and yell angrily, and then I would be straight on to bitch slapping him so hard he wouldn’t be able to see the punch I’d throw with the opposite hand”.
She nodded and accepted my salty language like a seasoned sailor.
I’ve had experience with this before, in Prague a group of five girls and I were followed by three men at night. After a while they started yelling at us, the most common being “how much?” Meaning how much we “cost” as prostitutes. Seeing as they weren’t going to stop, I turned on my heel, faced them (which surprised them), spat at their feet and responded with “You couldn’t afford me.” This prompted the other girls to start yelling back at them as well, starting with our spitfire Czech friend to start slinging curses in Czech as she and the rest of the girls came up beside me. Needless to say the men backed off and pretty much fled. They weren’t expecting a fight. It empowered me and encouraged the rest of the girls to yell back too.
I’ve heard that a lot of people don’t know what to do in this situation because they’ve been taught all their lives to be polite and non-aggressive. Keep your heads down or whatever.
Keep in mind that studies have shown that rapists look for victims who won’t fight back.
Remember that nobody has the right to touch you without your consent or harass you, and you have all the right to make the biggest fuss about it that you can possibly make.
Get angry. Be in command.
It’s a common theme across the majority of cultures that protecting ones ‘face’ (not your actual face, but your self as in how you’re viewed) is one of our highest subconscious priorities.
Calling someone out in public for bad behaviour is the quickest way to nip 9/10 situations in the bud. Most people will be mortified, they’ll be embarrassed, they’ll be panicked because they probably weren’t expecting anything other than quiet submission.
Be bold and be brave, because we live in a world where most people don’t expect it ergo we can take advantage of it.
/POWER IN TALK, 3RD YEAR LINGUISTICS MODULE
And Joseph her husband, being a righteous man and not wanting to disgrace her, planned to send her away secretly. But when he had considered this, behold, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream, saying,
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The fact that this baby looks eerily similar to me as a baby PLUS has my flair for the dramatics worries me.
was digging through some of my Nana’s old things today, in search of a particular necklace and earring set (which she sadly did not find) and came across my Nana’s Claddagh ring. It’s way too small for my mom and just a teensy bit too small for me. I’m also not a big ring-wearer so it feels extra weird on my hand.
I really want to be able to wear the ring because it was my Nana’s and because it’s really pretty, but it’s a little uncomfortable and I know that fidgeting with it is only going to make my finger swell and make the problem worse.
Anyone have any advice for this conundrum?
john quincy adams was the first US president to grant a personal interview to a female reporter, and the only reason he allowed it was because the reporter (anne royall) caught him skinny dipping in the potomac, sat on his clothes, and refused to let him get dressed until he answered her questions and if you dont think that’s one of the coolest stories of early US society then idk what to tell you
FIRST OF ALL, HOW DARE YOU.
I thought this was a sitcom, y’all.