I’ve been a female for over 50 years.
When I was 17, the personnel director of the hospital I worked at, said, on my 3rd day on the job:
“If you do %&$(@??! with me, you’ll get to keep your job. If not, forget about it. I’ll have you out of here by next weekend.”
I was scared; it was my first “grown up” job. And yes, I was a virgin.I’d graduated from high school only weeks before.
THAT, ladies & gentlemen, is sexual harassment. It didn’t even have a name then, and there were no penalties for doing it.
I have a very hard time with these broads who holler “harassment” every time a man acts like a male. I’m no special pleader for Bill O’Reilly; he may very well be a dog. But I see females who show up to work every day as though they are headed to the beach and flirt like they are being paid my the minute. Yet act offended when they get the desired response.
In my case, I was lucky....very lucky. When I described the incident to the GM of the hospital (the senior man who hired me), he believed me. Looking back, I think I might have been the last complaint about this character, not the first.
It also helped when I mentioned that I had an Italian father who drove around with an axe under the front seat of his van. Just in case.
Personnel manager was gone in 72 hours.
Good work!
That is a long time to be a female. Were you ever a male?
Sorry for the wisecrack - couldn't help it.