SO I go to Negombo Browns Beach Hotel for a weekend trip with Hus, thanks to her very generous office that gave her a weekend package for two with full board for winning EIGHTH place at the company office party raffle draw... (we didnt even have a party... if my boss is reading this he can consider it a broad hint)
Anyway we go.. all prepared to have fun... and we do.. for the longest time.. but with one recurring and very strong annoyance. The Sri Lankan men at that place.
WHAT is it about them? Is there an innate genetic flaw that dictates that they act like testosterone ridden maciacs at the sight of two girls who seem to be on their own? And not foreign girls mind you... they can parade around in a bikini top and the shortest shorts and not one of these morons would DARE make any comments... but see two Sri Lankan girls sitting alone and enjoying some music and they not only have to comment, but stare, sit at every table adjacent to us and then leer suggestively. And as for the moron who kept throwing his tennis ball in my direction while in the swimming pool over and over again..because (as he remarked to his friends) He felt sorry for me because I was alone... I hope the fleas of a thousand camels invade his armpits.. yes I do indeed!
But this was just such a problem that these men had!!! They think that any and every female unaccompanied by a man is fair game! And so they come.. these predators.. with their pot bellies, thin arms and leering smiles...regular little casanovas...
The fact that we had to put up with this on such a regular basis and by SO MANY Local men speaks volumes not only about what makes their moronic minds tick, but also the ideologies that we as women have to deal with here... its sickening, its nauseating but most of all its sad... are these the mindless boobs who will be procreating and giving us our country's future?
two words.
Nuclear Holocaust.
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"...hops about scratching his head, clearly demonstrating his desire for a banana."
Being a Uni student in Colombo I am sure you must have come across many similar types belonging to the same species amongst the so called "elite" and "respectable" tesaching profession of Professors and Professors?
They also exist, in all flavors, shapes and sizes, amongst the various echelons of, both, private sector and government offices, factories and plants at every possible level.
It is a terminal disease as bad as the worst of cancers or even AIDS.
I cannot see how it can be eradicated in our destitute society, in Sri Lanka, sadly.
AIDS is not Terminal any more
Be happy that people consider you attractive and worth hitting on :) though I can see how it could probably get annoying after a while..
Its not really being about attractive... and I dont really need a hormone ridden lech to make me feel that way. And somehow I dont think that being attractive is a qualification for these men so much as merely being female is!
eh...if I think the girl is cute and she locks eyes twice...I wander over for a chat...is that such a bad thing? If she tells me to eff off, thats cool...if she invites me to her hotel room, thats cool as well...isn't that just playing the game? Perhaps hitting someone on the head with a tennis ball may not be the way to go though...
What is mutually agreed between parties is totally different to when it is enforced by one upon the other under oppressive situations and blackmail scenarios.
Then there are the big burly bullies (actually most of them are teensy weensy wimps) who think no end of themselves in any situation or circumstance and feel as if everything that surrounds them belongs to their ancestors.
The bottom line, however, is that men will continue to oppress women whenever the opportunity arises, irrespective of whether the woman encourages it or not. The key word to consider here is OPPORTUNITY.
i dont think it's "oppression" so much as it is simple cowardice on the part of these neanderthals. as "n" rightly points, wandering over to a girl and making a straightforwad move is cool. its the clandestine catcalls ("ssssssveeetie... i lowe you") that gets to me. i love how they think they're being subtle and sexy. it's almost funny. especially when i live 6 million miles away and never have to deal with it:)
i think it all boils down to the fact that they all still live with their mothers at the ripe old ages of 20 through 50... perhaps?
That and that they are molly coddled to within an inch of their lives and that their mothers do nothing to dispell the myths they live with regarding what women should be and how they should act.
But this brings me back to ideology.
ayeshea kicks ASS!!!!
"I say Ayeshea, perhaps someone should give that n boy a banana"
Ayeshea sure kiks a$$. i wonder what size shoes she wears?
As for 'n' boy i doubt he needs another fruit to complement the one he must already have hidden away somewhere?
ouch
bitch
As Ayeshea's fellow sufferer, I have to concur. There we were, sitting engrossed with ourselves (who else is worth being engrossed with..?) when this mustachioed 80's South Indian movie star type keeps wheeling in front of us like a deranged light insect/mosquito..
Luckily for him, he must have sensed I was PMSed and would have punched him if he said anything or asked his room number and then called bomb disposal.
what's a light insect?
what's the number of the bomb squad?
My shoe size is 6... a light insect is one that isnt heavy... the bomb squad can be reached on 2421111
you shouldn't give out your number online like that. it's just not safe anymore.
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