There’s only one time in my life that I can remember being in a position where a man in power thought he could abuse my sexuality and attempt to harass me.
I was interviewing for my first office job. It was a job I felt confidently qualified for, entered dressed to the professional 9’s for, and was ready to do my best for.
He was someone who after thoroughly reading my application saw something in it that gave him the right [so he thought], to slowly but surely escalate into inappropriate waters.
Once upon a time I had been a cocktail waitress. He began asking me questions about this position, and unless I was mistaken at the time, also started licking his lips in hopes of getting some juicy details.
He wanted to know how I enjoyed this position. Who were my primary clientele?
Was he really going there??
He wanted to know how I handled men who thought they could grope me. He also wanted to know if I found groping distasteful?
Yep! He was going there.
Then he had the audacity to ask if I had ever considered getting more tips on the nights when groping seemed most likely to occur? If so, did it help me move up?
I could see it in his eyes. He was hoping for something I wasn’t prepared to give him. And he was disappointed. Poor thing!
I think he would have played down what he hoped would be less prudent answers right then, probably hired me, then later attempted to use these same answers against me.
How would that make [supposedly innocent little ‘ol me feel later on]?
It would have possibly made me feel that I had done something wrong. I might have felt like I had led him on, and I deserved what he was leveling out.
He certainly wasn’t going to hold himself accountable. He would sluff it off, forget it until the next occasion.
I might have decided to move on by then, and he would forget about it all together.
Just so you know I kept my head up, my smile subtle, and my eyes looking straight into his the whole time.
I kept my answers vague, changed any compromising lower body language, and pointed my feet toward the door, since I knew my answers were not going to land me a job in this guy’s small company.
Had I played into his hands, who knows where this first [seemingly innocent] interaction would have led?
I just knew this day was not the day to find out!
I wanted out of this movie f-a-s-t.
As much as I may have wanted [even needed] this job, I also knew there were plenty more to choose from.
I just had to get out of there, and go find one.
No, you never forget your first time. You never forget anytime power & booty sullied by sexual harassment come a calling.
You just can’t be so hungry or afraid of what you might lose, or how you might seem, that you disregard your worth.
Set whomever straight immediately!
Maybe you don’t call 911, maybe you don’t sue, maybe you don’t picket out in front of the building.
Maybe you don’t aim your death ray at their balls or crotch. And maybe you decide to never tell another living soul.
Whatever you choose, remember you were born with more than a booty. You have a soul.
You have the right to be a woman or a man who when qualified, or qualifying for a position or role deserve to be respected.
Never allow a sexual bully to set their sights on you in this way.
Yo people who think you are putting someone in what you think should be their place by harassing them in some form or fashion just…
In today’s world, you are not going to get away with it for long.
And if you do, it’ll come back to bite you in the ass when you least expect it in the same unsuspecting form or fashion.
Then, just like that, your sorry booty, and all of your power as harasser will be whisked away — let me repeat — whisked away, just like that!!!
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