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Those Creepy Crawlies

This thought that I put down here is not a pretty start to the New Year my darlings but I believe it is something to ponder over, and never stop.

Practically every woman who has walked down a crowed road has been at the mercy of hoots or faced a prod or a poke from an unsavory character. Many opine that it is because ‘she’ asked for it! I beg to differ here and have to state the obvious that that certain men/boys are plain uncouth.

Having heard shocking stories doing the rounds about a number of girls molested in our city, it is scary. How dare these characters think that they have the right to infringe on the modesty of a woman! Whatever gave them the power to behave the way they did/do? If they think that they have got away with it because they were part of the crowd, they need to examine their conscience and think again. Whether they like it or not, the wheels of justice will hit them where it hurts sometime, after all what goes around…

I, as a woman, who is by no means a feminist, cannot fathom why these boorish people get away with molestation and even rape. It is ridiculous that they take it upon themselves to cup a feel whenever they want while guffawing along the way with shady mates. How in the world are they going to stand for it when female members in their clan face the same pawing and creepiness? Perhaps they may put it down to the fault of their mothers, aunts, sisters, cousins, relatives, spouses because of their dress and chastise them? Alternatively, would they rationalize that females in their families will have to face the same humiliation because they chose to party instead of staying put at home and ‘behaving’?

Okay, we get it, this phenomenon does not occur once a year. How can it, when brazen louts have the gall to vent their pent up frustration on unsuspecting babies and the female species. I recall reading sometime ago where a rapist claimed that he had to because his wife was pregnant! Many married men do not bat an eyelid when they rape their spouses and if the woman cries rape, he will not be taken to task, ergo he gets away with the deed.

Oh dear, we females have it bad, don’t we? No matter what we do, we are screwed (literally and figuratively). I suppose the only way out of this mess, is that these characters need to be disciplined in the strictest way possible. Let’s face it, these creeps get away with their jollies while girls and women cannot get over the humiliation and the trauma.

We debate this issue indefinitely but the fact of the matter remains that the woman, invariably is judged from all quarters. The sad part is that creeps do not think twice when they violate; it is their unique selling point (for want of a different set of words here). Anyone who has been at the receiving end of abuse will know that there is nothing to stop a person from taking advantage of you. I suppose one way forward to get over the pain, humiliation and hurt is to let these sleeping dogs (true that) lie. Down the line, they will meet their just rewards.

XO darlings… XO

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