What happens in the party

20Jul08

Guy walks up to me, obviously drunk, with a pair of gold stilettos in hand, “These shoes is yours?” I ignore him. He then begins to hit me on my behind with his bandanna. I glare at him and at the SECURITY GUARD who is standing beside us and watching it all. After an insistent and penetrating stare the security guard he asks me if something is wrong. Yuh think? He then tells the drunken stiletto thief to “cool out”. I leave and move over to the main dance floor. Every time I triy to so much as sway to the music some random asshole reeking of that putrid too-much-alcohol, too-little-deodorant smell comes up behind me attempting to “dance”.

The ad may promise “ladies free”, that the fete will be “bursting wid girls” or have illegally used the image of some porn star on the flier- such is the mythic world of marketing but, in the real world, the women who pay their money to have a good time deserve to be able to do so without sexual harassment. I understand completely that these fetes depend on the attendance of women for their success, that the advertising is designed to attract men by promising them women, the men are then expected to drink themselves silly- obviously a greater revenue earner than the $20 cover. Does this mean that I shouldn’t expect that if security sees someone harassing me they should do something about it? It’s about time we had some women-friendly parties.

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