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 Every time I see mention that the president of Mexico was groped by a disgusting slime of a diseased piece of garbage it triggers too many memories of times I've been in these situations. I'm pretty sure I would not have handled it the same way the president did, but looking back at times I was sexually assaulted I did nothing because it's so unreal. The fact that a man had the gall to fondle my breasts or grope my bottom or slide his hand between my legs is difficult to comprehend. I don't even have the words. Rage. I feel rage. And I have felt fear so intense I don't dare to breathe. 

The other day I caught an interview with Scott Galloway, who wrote the book, 'Notes on Being a Man.' Men apparently are feeling disillusioned. They can't understand why women would rather spend time with their besties or be alone rather than date a sniveling, whining turd who is angry when women don't allow him to be masculine. I grew up in a time where we were expected to laugh at lame jokes, let the male win every game, order the salad, wear a dress, say thank you when they call you pretty and cry when you get home because you are so exhausted, so ashamed of the stupid games. Now women are saying, enough. They don't need your company. They no longer are expected to feed your ego and be less than to make you feel whole. I don't think you need to go out and buy a book to explain what you need to do to be a better human being. It's called, respect. Try not to be an asshole. No- don't just try. Do not be an asshole. 

We are not your enemy. We can be your best friend. We can give you a love that is extraordinary. All you have to do is be a decent human being who earns the chance. 

*Image from NPR