Showing posts with label perverts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perverts. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Just another post on sexual harassment

Utterly disgusted by the way our FB heroes are responding to the Wariyapola incident. Actually left me shocked. It's just recently that I realized that this is how the majority thinks.

For those of who are not familiar with the incident, there is a video going around that shows a girl responding to a man who had harassed her in public. She screams at the man, hitting him occasionally. For me who had been no stranger to street harassment, I was glad. Women in Sri Lanka are finally taking a stand against the kind of harassment that makes it impossible for a woman to travel freely within the country.

What usually happens is that girls keep their heads down and pretend as if nothing happened, quietly fading away into the background when harassed. My years in public transport and in a local university where being a female language student who does not participate in their political rallies nor idiosyncrasies automatically gets you reduced to an obnoxious slut (their words), has taught me that being passive is not the answer to harassment. Cornered in many a bus, many a university corridor, I had always struck back. It is only when one does speak up for oneself that respect ensues and registers itself. I am glad that I took the time to train myself in self defense. Respect has to be earned. Silently enduring all only encourages more harassment.

I know the feeling of being harassed. It leaves you feeling downright wretched, broken and so dirty that you end up being angry at the whole world for not doing anything about it. Then you direct that anger at yourself for not doing anything about it and that stings even more. It's a terrible feeling that clings to you like a bad smell for weeks afterwards. Of course those who have never taken a bus in their entire lives would not be familiar with this feeling. Those of whom are fortunate enough to have everything handed to them in silver platters will not be familiar with this feeling. But majority of us who have to go about managing our own things by ourselves are thus subjected to harassment at various levels everyday of our lives.

It pains me how some people I consider as my friends, males, have responded to the situation. Of course they are not aware of what a woman has to endure everyday, simply making their way to work, running errands, etc. They do not get their bums squeezed, chests groped, leered and jeered at in public. No females (or males) bare their intimate body parts at them in the street or in buses (I have a feeling they would enjoy it if this happened) and neither do they get spoken to in pure Sinhala filth and obscenities. They do not get harassed at work places, be treated as if your opinion does not matter, just because you are a woman. They do not get degraded on the street, get put down to the level of a gigolo based on what they wear. So how can they possibly understand?

Some men even ask, "Why do y'all shout so much about this harassment and that harassment? Do you guys get so harassed? How come we never notice?". All I can say is, shave your faces, put on a wig, put on a skirt (doesn't even have to be short. Knee length will do) and try crossing the road anywhere in Sri Lanka. Try withstanding the honks, the flashlights, the obscene catcalls and deliberate bouncing-into-you episodes for two hours and come back and ask the same question.

Another famous byline I've observed in the same context is that you are "asking for it" by what you wear. The idiocy of such people astounds me. A woman should be free to wear whatever she wants to wear, whatever she is comfortable wearing or whatever that flatters her appearance. Yes, it is a given fact that the female body is more aesthetically appealing than the male physique will ever be, but why penalize the woman for it? Do we think that men should be raped when they go about shirtless or wear shorts? Of course not. Predatory mentality methinks, preying on the weakest. It makes them feel so much stronger, picking on the physically weaker sex, thinking that they won't be attacked back.

An underlying inferiority complex surfacing? I think so.

It is not gentlemanly to do so without a question. But then, gentlemen are a rare breed.

If there is one thing I cannot stand, that is rudeness. And all this is unspeakably rude. I believe people should be civil to one another, no matter what cast or gender.

Coming back to the incident, the FB heroes commenting on the incident want to find that girl's FB account. Ha! I almost chocked on my dinner reading the comments.

Another thing that made me laugh is how people assume such harassment to be compliments. Most of all women (whose accounts had female names but not entirely sure if they were authentic accounts or not) who attacked her appearance, saying that she should be flattered that this particular man paid her attention. It is a well known fact that the majority of Sri Lankan males would hoot, leer and jeer at anything with a pulse that qualifies even as faintly feminine. In a country where 80 year old grandmas are raped, explain to me how making one feel uneasy with lewd comments is supposed to be a compliment. One has to be very much attention depraved in order to consider so.

For those who claim that passing such comments, prodding and poking females in public are done in "jest", it must be made clear that those who prod and poke animals and torture them to death just for "fun" are mostly diagnosed as criminally insane when subjected to psychiatric care.

All I can say is living in a country such as ours, I believe that every girl should be trained to protect themselves. Mentalities of these lewd, tasteless and ignorant morons cannot and will not be changed. All we can do is prepare ourselves. As for attacking that girl for the way she acted, the way she spoke in that instant, who knows for how long she endured this kind of behavior? Who knows what she had gone through in her life till that point? Who knows what the man said to her? Who knows if that was indeed, her breaking point? Of course, the way she reacts is not ladylike at all and under any other circumstance, I would consider it crude and ugly. But I am of the opinion that if one acts in an ungentlemanly manner, they must be prepared for some very unladylike behavior.

It's like how everybody got so excited about Jaqueline Fernandez's hoppers at Rs 200/-. Nobody talks of Sangakkara's kade paan at Rs 200/-, Pol sambol at Rs 240/- and Kankun at Rs 480/-.

I am reminded of a part of a conversation that took place in the university many years back during the rag season. "Behave like a woman" he said, teeth bared in aggression, like a rabid dog, some pseudo-socialist creature with a huge chip on his shoulder who believed that being a woman is all about wearing long skirts and Bata slippers, plaiting your hair in a braid and putting up with all their crap, head hung low. The girl in question answered, with her head held high "if you behave like a man, I will behave like a woman". 

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Creeps on the streets

Creeps on the streets. Yes, makes you think that half the male population in the country belong in loony bins. There are several types by the way. Yes, I'm considering opening up an asylum for the mentally challenged.

Lets start with the starring type. You would see them every where, on the streets, in buses, hospitals, schools, restaurants, shopping malls, dosai joints, photocopy centers, under lamp posts, behind trees, in your local soya ice cream spot, gawking at you with their mouths hanging open while you wonder if you've got something on your face or you've got a stray piece of underwear attached embarrassingly on to your cloths. They stare at you with rounded,wide-opened eyes, stare down your non-existent cleavages, making you wonder if they've got X-ray eyes that pierce right through your cloths and right under your not-so-flattering lingerie. Anyways, we Sri Lankans are naturally curious and are prone to staring (image of a man at a restaurant staring at another one's plate to see what he has ordered) so if the staring surpasses the curious level and borders on manic behavior, its time to hit the frown button.

And then there's the commenting type. This group divides itself in to several subdivisions- the wolf-whistlers, the ass-whisperers to the loud-mouthed-trash-talking bunch. The wolf-whistlers just whistle while the loud-mouthed-trash-talkers would greet you in loud "hi'"s, comment on your cloths, jewellery, shoes, accessories, etc and laugh out loud at their own jokes while you roll your eyes at the heavens and simply walk away. The ass-whisperers are the worst. They come up behind/beside/in front of you and whisper obscenities in to your ear like a lover whispering sweet-nothings to an attentive sweetheart. Although they make you want to snap their heads right off, pour gasoline in to their windpipes, stuff gunpowder down their filthy little throats and fire them away, they are relatively harmless. Nothing that a set of headphones and some blaring, head-banging music could cure.  

Then there are the stalkers, the half-wits that may and may not pose a threat to the stalked. These creepy-crawlies can be found anywhere, particularly in secluded neighborhoods, but then they could be watching you from behind dark glasses in the middle of a bustling city and you'd never know. They stalk you in vehicles, they stalk you on foot, they'd stalk you in a friggin' wheelbarrow if they could but they'l stalk you anyway because they love the chase. Some will be content in just following you around and watching your reaction from their rear view mirrors, pretending to be on a phone call, while others may satisfy themselves by starring at you point blank. Some may follow you to your home, wait for you in the same place same time and then accompany you to your work place and from there, to your home again. Unless they intend on kidnapping you, murdering/raping you or exporting your kidneys to Romania, you have nothing to worry about. Its a fetish, I assure you.     

Then there are the pubic shows. I don't understand why certain "males" in our society go out and buy cloths for themselves at all when all they do is go around flashing their minuscule packages at unsuspecting females, disgusting them from any hopes of ever having sexual relations with a man. What in the Dick-ens ( excuse the pun) do they expect, for the women folk to suddenly get all excited & give them a BJ or something? Honestly, this type exceeds the definition of the word "pervert"and borders on downright ridiculously retarded.

The other day The Lady Grouch came across a young girl, early teens at most, who was being harassed by one of these exhibitionist types. A tiny sprat of a man, barely four feet tall was circling around the girl saying something in a low voice & I could see her crying silently as I passed her by. She was obviously glad to have some company, hastened her steps & kept close to me and I decided to ask her what is wrong. At my approach, the sprat-man cycled away hastily & she broke in to sobs again & told me that the man was following her, cornering her up at lonely spots and displaying his private parts to her, muttering vulgarities  in her ear. I decided to accompany her to her home as she was clearly frightened & decided to aim a kick at the sprat-man's bicycle to send him flying if he dared come any closer which he didn't. Guess he read the foreboding look in my eyes that screamed blue murder & the desire to rip off his almost invisible testicles & hang them out for the crows to peck at alongside the sprat from which they were extracted, hanging upside down ( who will be, by the way in the process of becoming Maldives fish ) in the baking sun.

That is by all means, not the first time that a girl walking down the Sri Lankan streets had been harassed so deplorably in broad day light & it shall not most definitely, be the last.. I'm sure that most of you girls out there had been nodding your heads in agreement as you read this as almost all the female population go through this kind of donkey shit in their day to day lives up to a certain degree. Lady Grouch too had been stalked, whispered filth to, flashed & starred at so many times to the point that she was once forced to knock off someone's teeth, owing to her volcanic temper which took the harasser completely by surprise. We the "fairer sex" are supposed to remain passive and enduring in the face of gross indecency as even the authorities would laugh it off & make the plaintiff uncomfortable if one dares to stand up to this type of street harassment  Wonder what the authorities who go around capturing "porn stars" & lovers walking hand in hand, pulling down advertisements & banning mini skirts are doing about all this. Bull shit paradise indeed.

Being a girl in our small paradise island is a hard job, but someone's got to do it. So wutcha waiting for ladies? Time to put a stiletto-heeled foot down on street harassment & smash it to a pulp. Knock em balls off & straighten up your hair. You know you can do it ;)