Dont harass me about sexual harassment
FOR SOME reason, women won’t accept that men are different and seem intent, in the name of gender equality, on emasculating Jamaican men until they resemble their average American counterpart.
Today’s rant is prompted by that female fiction of recent vintage called ‘sexual harassment’. This linguistic paradox has spread uncontrollably until companies now hire sexual-harassment consultants and develop ‘sexual harassment protocols’.
My father’s generation believed women should remain in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant. This chauvinistic ideal allowed those of us who believed (and practised) an alternative, more even-handed philosophy to be reasonably successful in the sexual games people play. You want to help to mind your family. You want to help your man financially But nowadays it really very hard To get a job as a girl in Trinidad. You looking out to find something to do. You meet a boss man who promise to help you But when the man let down the condition, Nothing else but humiliation. They want to see you whole anatomy. They want to see weh yu doctor never see.
They want to do weh yu husband never do
Still you ain’t know if these scamps will hire you
As a young, impecunious lawyer, I married an international civil servant who earned more than I in tax-free US dollars. The Old Ball and Chain received her fair share of invitations to job interviews at male interviewers’ apartments after dark. She rejected all. At that international organisation, an African secretary general informed her of her extracurricular duties to him required by the job. She politely declined. One Indian supervisor used to summon her as “eeeh?” She quietly replied, “My name is Karen.” Well, if is all this humiliation To get a job these days as a woman. Brother, they go keep they money I go keep my honey And die with my dignity! If she’d allowed these uncomfortable demands and disrespectful behaviour to unbalance her, we probably wouldn’t own a home now. She paid the deposit from her ‘provident fund’ (forced savings) at work and the closing costs were borrowed (unsecured) from a friendly bank. It have a lot a women just like me who might be not so well off financially. You need a job and you really need it bad.
A man decide to help, you must feel glad But, if you value yourself as a woman, You will demand respect from di vagabond.
Stand up to them and let them know the truth:
Is work you want, you ain’t no blinking prostitute.
You have a mole on you back they want to see;
They want to see if you have marks on yu belly.
They want to know how much man you had before
And if you strong enough to take any more I have me pride and I have my ambition. I want to hold me head up high as a woman. So, brother, they go keep their money, I go keep my honey and die with my dignity!
When the Ampersand was born, Old BC decided she wouldn’t work anymore because she wanted to bring up her own children. I wasn’t consulted. For many years, she was ridiculed by scornful career women who made other choices, but, eventually, they’ve come around to admiring her and her seminal contribution to nation building, namely the Computer Whiz, the Ampersand, and SputNick.
A young lady recently on morning TV calling herself a sexual-harassment consultant made the Olympic linguistic gymnastics team trying to explain examples of ‘sexual harassment’. She conceded that compliments were permissible, depending, she earnestly advised, on “the totality of the circumstances”. The acid test was whether the woman felt “uncomfortable”.
Well, blow me down (please) and kiss my rungus kungus mi nungus! Here’s where I lose my last two female readers. Testosterone will always ensure most men are sexual aggressors. That’s God’s work, and woman won’t stop it, no matter how many ‘new rules’ she passes.
Every man, some more skilfully than others, has an unconditional right to beg women for sex. Since 30 per cent of human life is spent at work, where else are you more likely to find a life (or casual) partner? The flip side is, women have an equal right to refuse. Only where the man takes it further should he be accused of ‘harassment’. Some a dem done park up already Yet they sit down waiting like mapipi. Using the power of dey cash and position
Waiting to abuse and exploit any woman.
To get to work, you have to go to bed with he;
Become slave, second wife and deputy.
And as a next woman come on di line
He start to tell you you ain’t good, you can’t wine They want to see you in a fancy-fancy pose. They want to see how you look without you clothes. They want you cock up like a bloody acrobat. They wife at home They can’t ask she to do that