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9/8/95
P. and
sexual harassment being so much in the news; I remember the one and only
incident of sexual harassment which happened to me.
I had invited
a neighbor couple to dinner. During the course of dinner the husband’s foot
inched over to my foot and started to play footsie with it. I was so surprised that I stopped chewing.
For across from me was sitting his most beautiful and charming wife who was
openly admired and I assume secretly lusted after by the neighborhood men. I admit, it wasn’t much as far as sexual
harassment goes, but enough to assure me in my golden years that I was not a
complete asexual dog. How did the
episode end? Uneventfully: I simply
moved my foot which was not pursued any further. But if it had, my neighbor
would have gotten a sharp kick in his shin, augmented if needed by a verbal
“cut it out!”
That
should have done the trick. After all,
I was not a lonely woman in a dark alley confronted by a rapist with a weapon.
Neither were the women who said that they were sexually harassed by
Packwood. These women must have seen
themselves as mental paraplegics unaware that they had eyes capable of an icy
stare, a mouth and tongue to say “cut it out,” feet to kick and fingernails to
scratch - feminine weapons which in the
past were sufficient to keep oversexed alley
cats like P. in their
places. To have a congressional hearing
is ridiculous overkill.