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I'm not the type of person to cry "sexual harassment" when it happens. I'm a pretty easy-going woman. I've really only felt genuinely harassed by one person at one point in my entire life. Sadly, it happened in the recent past. Nothing makes you lose respect for someone like hearing unsolicited, unwelcomed, disgusting, and pathetic things come out of his mouth - or seeing them appear on your screen via email or Facebook message even after you have made it clear that it is all unwelcomed. As an aside, I am not in any way saying that men can't be on the receiving end of harassment. I am simply talking about my experience.

Sometimes, I've actually questioned my own openness as advocating the type of relationship that allows being a target for such occurrences. Then I realized that was a stupid worry to have. That's similar to saying that a woman who dresses provocatively deserves to be raped. Being comfortable in my own skin and confident in my sexuality doesn't mean someone can try to exploit those facts. Try me once. If I shoot you down, back the hell away from me FOREVER. Perhaps my not reporting this man is also allowing a hostile environment to continue to fester in certain environments. Regardless, I've tried to handle things on my own and not involve the powers that be. I've weighed the options of potentially destroying someone's career versus simply chewing his ass out over the matter myself. Pushers get pushed, right?

That being said, I did have to tell a few people about this particular harasser for various reasons. And that is what this blog is about today. I've moved on from this person and his pathetic attempts at ... shit, I don't even know what he was attempting to accomplish.  So it baffles me when I keep hearing that certain individuals I confided in over a year ago about this problem have chosen to air my story at their leisure. Why the hell is anyone else still talking about this? My guess is that they don't have anything in their lives worth talking about, so they continue to fixate on me. I have to say that the way certain individuals handled - and are apparently still handling - this private matter disgusts me. 

It pisses me off that I have to write this at all. I don't need help from one man to solve a problem with another one, but it's disgusting when the glue that holds this boy's club together is filth. That's my beef. It's very clear that here, se tapan con la misma cobija.

I hope with all my heart that certain individuals never get to supervise women who might need their discretion and assistance.  I hope that none of these women have to deal with someone in a position of power either harassing them or brushing off their reports of harassment as "overreactions" or "misunderstandings." I hope these women don't have other men saying, "That's just his personality. Don't be so sensitive." 

Most of all, I hope that these women have harassers who were dumb enough to do the harassing in email messages that can be used as evidence later, if necessary. Some men think so highly of themselves and their positions that they don't bat a lash when putting potentially incriminating things in writing without knowing if they can trust the person on the receiving end of the message. 

But back to all the gossip, just because someone doesn't show you all the proof there is, doesn't mean that the proof doesn't exist. It just means that it's none of your fucking business - so stop blabbing about it every chance you get.