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You know, I don't think anybody could say that I've lived a sheltered
life. And I certainly don't consider myself a prude, but increasingly
there are things that are happening in human male/female relationships
that I just don't understand.
Let me give you an example. In the Tailhook scandal - you remember
that one - a bunch of Navy men lined up to form a gauntlet and
evidently, according to the published reports, took enormous pleasure in
forcing women to run it while they grabbed at their clothes and groped
them. Now, in the range of human sexual behavior, this is pretty
distasteful, pretty aggressive, and what we used to call pretty tacky,
but has a certain familiar ring to it. It's not OUT of the realm of
predictable if disgusting male behavior. But, what they did next is.
What they did next was to invite some women into a room, drink enormous
amounts of alcoholic beverages with them and they shaved the women's
legs. Yes, you heard me correctly, they shaved their legs. Now, this
gave my eyebrows a little twitch. Indeed, I thought, rolling my mind
around this one. Shaved their legs, boy that sounds really sexy to me.
And, it gets worse.
They then, in this very same room, became even more drunken (if that is
possible) and proceeded to drink shots from each other's navels.
Now I don't have the vaguest idea how one goes about drinking a shot
from someone's navel, much less why one would wish to do so, but I
assume it is possible since that is what they said they were doing.
This is the sort of thing a less stable person might ponder in the dead
of the night, when sleep was elusive.
But, back to the subject. It might be one thing if this was an
isolated instance, actions committed by a bunch of blindly drunk Navy
men, but there is more going on out there.
Fairly recently, we were treated to the story of a police officer who
(in uniform) met another police officer in a grave yard, forced her to
get down on her hands and knees and (this is a quote) bark like a dog
before she evidently forced him to have oral sex against his will.
You'll probably need a few seconds to think about that one. I did.
This story took me to my husband. "Gayle, dear." I said. " I just
wanted to know, just checking you understand, if ever, even in your
wildest fantasies you...thought about having a woman get down on her
hands and knees and bark like a dog in a cemetery? Do you find that the
least bit sexy? No. Good. Just, just...checking. Just making sure
darlin'. Thought I might have missed something. Thank you.
Continuing with the rich tapestry of human behavior, while all this
navel sipping and howling at the moon is going on, there are other
couples out there trying not to be couples at all without benefit of the
divorce court. Remember a couple of years ago, when this woman tried to
hire a hit man to kill a secretary in the law school who she thought was
going to turn her in for cheating? Then, just while she was at it, she
decided to use the same hit man to kill her husband so that when she
became a lawyer, she wouldn't have to share all the money she was
planning to make?
Now, it's not every man who wakes up in the morning, strolls outside,
and opens the newspaper to find out that his wife had hired a hit man to
kill him. And do you know what? Months after she was arrested, he was
reported in the newspaper as still with her, waiting to see if they
couldn't work it out.
After this one, paper in hand, I again approached my husband. "Gayle
darlin'" I said. "I just want to make something perfectly clear here.
You know, just a minor thing. Just so you know. If I ever read in the
newspaper that you've hired a hit man to kill me, there isn't going be
any of this working it out nonsense. It's finished. I know it may
sound a tad hard, but one hit man and it's over.."
I don't know, I don't know. Hit men, tonguing other people's navels
and howling at the moon. Where is it all going to end.
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