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I think part of the problem is a fundamental difference between men and women that I've addressed before, although the response was, admittedly, dubious.
The sexual act is
fundamentally different for men and women. That difference is simply "enter" and "receive".
The difference here becomes relevant according to a punch line: What, do these construction workers think a woman is going to say to herself,
Well, normally I don't, but ...
Anyone care to speculate on how often sexual harassment actually gets a guy laid?
Lepustimidus said:
I don't dress like a skank either, although ironically I was subjected to catcalls by a group of girls.
There are a couple of functional problems about this point. What was the nature of this harassment? To what degree did the catcalling offend or demean? (How did it make you feel?) After we resolve these points, we are left to consider how often a man is subject to such behavior.
Because misogyny is
pervasive. Sometimes it seems this point is forgotten.
Oh well, at least I haven't been anally penetrated by any homos.
So you've only been anally penetrated by hets?
Er ... never mind.
To the other, though, I would suggest that you give it a try. Twice. That's an old saying in my circle: "I'll try anything twice; once to say I did it, and again to see if I like it." Of course, I guarantee you that for most of the people I've known who would say that, getting properly reamed is not actually on the list of "anything".
The point is that once you know what you're dealing with on that count, try living in a world where you can't even buy milk at the grocery store without someone suggesting you need their penis inside your body. Everywhere you go, everything you do, there's always someone hinting, cajoling, or otherwise proposing that you let them fuck you. Try being the only one in the office who is never addressed by your proper name.
Nobody ever called me "sweetheart" or "hon" or "babe" at the office except
maybe one friend of mine in the middle of some hilarious conversation about ... hell, I don't remember ... while smoking cigarettes in the garage below the building.
So you can't go to work without someone trying to bone you on the way to work, at work, or on your way home from work. You can't go to the store without hearing it. And, apparently, you certainly can't expect to go out for a night on the town and be treated decently.
When it's someone else's penis and
your ass or mouth, I promise you'll get sick of it real quick. I would say something about 24/7, but I don't think you'd last seven days without complaining. I know I wouldn't, and I'm one who enjoys getting shagged brainless.
The broader point, Lepus, is that there are
no precautions a woman can take that will put an end to this behavior. Hell, I saw a woman today who was dressed from shoulder to calf, and there's no doubt about it: the only precautions she
might be able to take are surgical breast reduction and maybe the attachment of horns and a tail. And no, her eyes weren't the greatest, and I wouldn't want to wake up next to that face, but if I have to give you the punch line on that one ....
(Anyone? Anyone?)