> tell the guy to go fuck himself
> Stomp on his cell phone
> Middle finger
> Withering comeback
Social and cultural contexts play a role in facilitating the occurrence of sexually harassing behaviours, in conjunction with an individual's disposition for engaging in sexual harassment (see also Pina & Gannon, 2012). They found that this behaviour "is most likely to be perpetrated by men with individual proclivities for sexual harassment only under context where the situational norms are tolerant, ambiguous, or even supportive of such behavior" (Wesselmann & Kelly, 2010, p. 451). In contrast, where the situational norms were not supportive of sexual harassment, men with a proclivity for sexual harassment were no more likely to sexually harass than other men.
Take good ten long steps away from them. And then yell "Hey, is everthing okay over there! Howz it going! Be nice!" Don't call anybody names and smile. Don't jump between them unless you know what you're doing. If you got a couple people with you have everybody do this.
Seriously. Yell from a several feet away. You're not close enough to be considered a threat to him or adrenalize him. He's gonna have to barrel towards you to get to you. . . .
Another source of the discomfort and anger . . . stems from the frustration of being seen as a group member, rather than as an individual. . . . 'I'm an individual, view me as an individual!'
The implication (of the game) is that "all Y need to have a lesson taught to them, on behalf of their misbehaving brethren."
Today has totally been Creeper Day. On the way over to Aldi, some guy hung out his car window while I was waiting to cross Telegraph. "HEEEEEEYYYY MAMA!" Gross.
Then in the Aldi parking lot, another creep was hanging out his window. "Hey, baby, where you goin'? You want a ride?" I ignored him. HE FOLLOWED ME. "Hey, how come you're not talking? I'm a personal trainer! You want my number? We can have some free sessions!" I walked faster. "FUCKING CUNT!" I RAN into Aldi.
Then halfway through Aldi, pushing a cart full of groceries and minding my own fucking business. "So, uh, doing your grocery shopping?" I gesture at my cart and continue to mind my own business. "You got a lot of wine in there. You need some help drinking that?" I stare, shake my head, continue to to mind my own fucking business. "Hey, girl, why don't you speak? You should smile, I'm trying to talk to you!" I stare again. _No, thank you. I'm not interested in any new friends._ He erupts in fury. "Bitch, why you gotta be like that?" The manager made him leave. When I called for a taxi, I asked the dispatcher to send me the biggest, ugliest, meanest dude in the fleet.
I still need to go to Target and Pet Supplies Plus to get Zoe's tags and some doggie treats, but I'm kind of terrified of going out alone today. I think I'll wait for Ernie to get home.
I don't think physical characteristics have that much to do with it. If you're within that age range extending from prepubescence to essentially menopause and you happen to be a woman, there's a chance that someone somewhere will feel the desire to harass you.
If I'm standing alone in a room with a black and a white teenage boy, both of whom are unknown to me, that statistic tells me a hell of a lot about which one of those two strangers is more likely to mug me. Getting to know them over time will of course replace that statistic with actual experience, but in the moment in time in which people are unknown commodities to me, statistics become incredibly useful tools.
And incidentally, you do realize that arguing as you do means that you are personally okay with the fact that black teens who comprise 16% of the youth population account for 52% of juvenile violent crime arrests, right? Is that something you're okay with?
I must make two honest confessions to you, my Christian and Jewish brothers. First, I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen's Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to "order" than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: "I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action"; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man's freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a "more convenient season." Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.
On June 11, registration day for new students at the University of Alabama, the state’s new governor George Wallace “stood in the schoolhouse door” in Tuscaloosa to make sure no blacks were among them. His supporters included the editorialists of the Winona (Kansas) Leader, who wrote, “The very people who have the greatest stake in preserving the Constitution”—black people—“are doing the most to destroy it” with their meddlesome protesting.
...violent backlash was protesters’ fault. Before the Storm: “Theirs was an almost desperate belief that America was by definition a placid place, if only ‘extremists’ could be kept in check. That didn’t just mean the racists who perpetrated the violence—but also those who ‘disturbed the peace’ on the other side by protesting racism.” (I found one example of a civil rights worker charged with disturbing the peace for getting pistol-whipped.)
The thing that makes Martin Luther King’s masterpiece “Letter from a Birmingham Jail” such a political watershed was that it was one of the first texts to explicitly take this mad consensus on...
...In Birmingham, recent public events have given indication that we will have opportunity for a new constructive and realistic approach to racial problems.
However, we are now confronted by a series of demonstrations by some of our Negro citizens, directed and led in part by outsiders. We recognize the natural impatience of people who feel their hopes are slow in being realized. But we are convinced that these demonstrations are unwise and untimely.
MY DEAR FELLOW CLERGYMEN:
While confined here in the Birmingham City Jail, I came across your recent statement calling my present activities "unwise and untimely...It is unfortunate that demonstrations are taking place in Birmingham, but it is even more unfortunate that the city's white power structure left the Negro community with no alternative....
You may well ask: "Why direct action? Why sit-ins, marches and so forth? Isn't negotiation a better path?" You are quite right in calling for negotiation. Indeed, this is the very purpose of direct action. Nonviolent direct action seeks to create such a crisis and foster such a tension that a community which has constantly refused to negotiate is forced to confront the issue. It seeks to so dramatize the issue that it can no longer be ignored. My citing the creation of tension as part of the work of the nonviolent-resister may sound rather shocking. But I must confess that I am not afraid of the word "tension." I have earnestly opposed violent tension, but there is a type of constructive, nonviolent tension which is necessary for growth. Just as Socrates felt that it was necessary to create a tension in the mind so that individuals could rise from the bondage of myths and half-truths to the unfettered realm of creative analysis and objective appraisal, so must we see the need for nonviolent gadflies to create the kind of tension in society that will help men rise from the dark depths of prejudice and racism to the majestic heights of understanding and brotherhood...
We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed. Frankly, I have yet to engage in a direct-action campaign that was "well timed" in the view of those who have not suffered unduly from the disease of segregation. For years now I have heard the word "Wait!" It rings in the ear of every Negro with piercing familiarity. This "Wait" has almost always meant "Never." We must come to see, with one of our distinguished jurists, that "justice too long delayed is justice denied."
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