Seventh Grade Lying Bitch: Learning Early To Abuse The System

I cannot believe the evil in the minds of some girls. There is no limit to the amount of dirty backstabbing they can do if you give them an opportunity. This following story is 100% true. It is less than one week old at the time of writing, and it illustrates perfectly the powerlessness a grown man has compared to the capricious impulses of a pre-teen female. It illustrates the façade of innocence behind which women can do their dirty-work, and I can't help but think how fucking lucky the man is that the girl's plot was foiled. Most disturbingly, this incident illustrates how young women learn at an early age to abuse the systems that have been set-up to protect them. And, if they get to wreck a person's career as a joke from the safety afforded by their protected status, they think it's just peachy keen. Young women can be, in a nutshell, without remorse. Without a shred of conscience. Without a sense of right or wrong. Personally, I think this chick ought to be given an unforgettable ass-whooping behind the tool-shed until her backside sprouts a thousand maroon welts. She's now on my list of "People To Put To The Torch".

I once suggested that, as they grow-up, women don't turn lunatic at the same rate. Sometimes they turn at 12, sometimes at 17, but it always happens as sure as the sunrise. Well, the girl in question must be one of them early bloomers.

At my Parent's House for Dinner

Yesterday, I was having dinner with my parents. I've recently moved most of my furniture into my parents' house for safekeeping when I go to Planet Japan, so I've been seeing a lot of them lately. Last night, my mom made chili. Naturally, I have to be there when her chili is on the stove. It's the law.

Whenever I eat chili, my parents invariably get sickened by what I do to it and insist that I sit in exile at the far end of the table so they don't have to endure the smell.

I dump about half a gallon of tabasco sauce, habañero sauce, chili powder, cumin and chili peppers on top of it (yes, I have my own supply). Naturally I have to wear asbestos gloves and welders' goggles when I eat it. Usually, the business-end of the spoon ends-up a blackened sprig of semi-molten slag halfway through the meal.

My mom taught grade school English for well over 30 years, and since she's getting close to retirement age, she's now a consultant for one of the local school districts. Specifically, she has an advisory role for new teachers and helps to design program curricula. During dinner, she was talking about her week at work. I normally tune-out the more boring stuff, but something she mentioned caught my ear.

"Oh, something happened at one of the schools two days ago." She said to me. "Now, this is all being kept very hush-hush and we're not going to publicize it- but I was made aware of the situation because I'm advising the teacher it happened to."

Seventh Grade Lying Bitch

"Mr. Snyder teaches 7th grade science in one of the schools in my district. Now, there's this girl in his class that he's had a bit of trouble with."

"What sort of trouble?" I ask, as I mix a drop of Insanity Sauce into my chili-bowl.

"Phew, that's pungent." She looked at me disapprovingly and then continued. "Well, he's scolded her in the past for the way she dresses. On three separate occasions in the past month, he's told her to get a sweater or sweatshirt to cover-up. He felt that her attire bared too much and was inappropriate."

I drop my spoon. "WHAH!" I fan the air in front of my mouth by madly flailing my arms; I wipe my tongue-off with the napkin. "Angg! Hooh-ha!"

"I told you not to put so much in." She scolds me.

"Now, that is what I call tasty. Real chili makes you stand-up, scream and wave your arms around." I croaked, tears flowing-down my cheeks.

"You're going to get an ulcer one day." She clucks her tongue.

"I don't get ulcers, I give 'em." Says I.

"As I was saying, Mr. Snyder had spoken to this girl's mother about this in the past. About the girl's mode of dress, that is. On several occasions, he'd told her to go-back to her locker and put-on a sweatshirt to cover-up. This happened about three or four times."

"What kind of mode of dress was this?" I inquired.

"Oh, those Britney Spears-inspired get-ups with the bare navels. But when he told this girl's mother about her kid's dressing-habits, the mother basically replied rather glibly with 'oh, you mean the shirts that show a little bit of midriff? Tee-hee.' She just really shrugged it off as something that was really minor and laughable." She poured herself a glass of water and continued. "Naturally this girl was angered by the fact that Snyder had reprimanded her repeatedly for her dress. Anyway, Mr. Snyder wasn't the only teacher who had problems with this girl in the past. This girl was under suspicion for writing on the wall of one of the girls' bathrooms."

"Heh, on the toilet stalls? She wouldn't be dumb enough to actually write her name in the graffiti. Did they match the hand-writing or something?"

"Well, no, a teacher thought that the message in the graffiti was incriminating. So, the principal called this girl into her office. She explained to the student that she was suspected of writing on the bathroom wall, and asked to see a sample of her handwriting." My mom plinked a few ice-cubes into her water as she talked. "The principal insisted that she see something at random from in the girls' handbag to compare the writing with the graffiti. That's because if the principal asked the girl to write a note in front of her, she might try to falsify the way her writing looks." Mom's voice turned dead-serious. "So, the girl was told to reach into her purse and pull-out a note. She did so. The principal took it and read it- it was written by this student, but it was addressed to another female student in the class. It was one of those little in-class notes for passing. The note said something like: "Today, I'm going to ask Mr. Snyder to come-over to my desk and help me with something. When he comes-over, I'm going to push him away and yell 'DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!' "

Aww, innit sweet? The whore-in-training has learned the female trademark of fake harassment accusations

My mom paused for effect. "The principal was shocked. This is a very, very serious thing to do. Snyder was doing his job by enforcing the rules. This girl obviously thought it would be nice revenge on him to pull this stunt."

"You said this is confidential information?" I asked, surprised. "How confidential?" I'm also disgusted. I think that this chick ranks down-there with the garbage-bin pickers.

"It's not being publicized."

"Why not? You seem to know about it."

"I'm advising the teacher involved, so that's why I know about it."

"Why not make other people aware of it?" I asked. "I mean, if the teacher was accused of child-molestation, you'd better believe that he would be expelled and the school might decide to tell the media and everyone in the school-district! Who else knows about it?"

"It's none of your business who else knows about it." She replied.

"Well, obviously, the parties involved know about it. It's kind of silly to tell me about this, yet claim that it's 'confidential' information." Sometimes, my mom likes to artificially-enhance the value of her information and then make people beg for it. It must be an emotional high she gets or something.

"No legal action has been taken, and it would not be a good idea to throw-around accusations." She explained. "So don't go-around telling everyone."

"Yet you've just told me about it." I smirked. If it was truly confidential, she shouldn't have told me, should she? It can't be truly confidential. "So... what's going to happen now?"

"The principal is going to talk to the mother about this. Mr. Snyder, though, he's a nervous wreck. He knows that he's dodged a bullet. Besides, he'd recently gone through a messy divorce and he really doesn't need this added stress."

"I'm not surprised. Well... I think this girl has lost a lot of credibility." I replied. "If I were a teacher at that school, I'd refuse to have her in my class if I could. Is she even trying to be on her best behavior now?"

Mom shakes her head. "This girl is now claiming that she's 'not comfortable' in his class anymore. She claims that Mr. Snyder keeps 'looking' at her, or trying to 'touch' her or coming-up behind her and trying to look-down her shirt." Mom rolls her eyes.

"So she's still trying to fake her victim status?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's right." She replies. "I don't think she has any legitimacy left, yet she's trying to cling to it."

Prime Example Of Why Women Suck

Okay, I want all this information to sink-in to all you readers. I'm serious about this. Yes, women do think and act like this. Women do abuse the system all the while denying that they're even capable of such a thing. And the person to whom the intercepted note was intended would've been a 'witness' to corroborate her lies, so women do conspire with each other when they pull this crap. Furthermore, women learn how to do it at an early age. Sure, this particular girl has been caught at her game, but it was only by dumb luck. This could've turned into some very nasty business. I highly doubt that she's the kind of chick to straighten-up and fly right after a mere slap on the wrist. And the mom doesn't seem concerned enough to punish the girl to boot. This girl seems to be, if her mom laughs-off this incident that is, totally unaccountable for what she does.

I mean... yeeeagh! This is a prime illustration of how women have been given way too much power. These laws were set-up to protect students, and she's abusing them to carry-out her personal vendetta. (She wouldn't think of ever changing her clothes, would she? Nooooo, she's gotta destroy someone's career.) With a simple accusation (real or not), a woman can ruin your career with charges that you can not disprove. And in the case of this teacher- even if so much as falsely accused of child molestation, the taint will not wash-off. I mean, if a woman is going to be given that kind of power then I'd rather not work near her. Does our society really believe that women are incapable of lying and crying fake tears?

Frankly, I'm glad I'm not a teacher

I think the average male schoolteacher has to be walking into a mine-field. My mom advises new teachers to leave the door wide-open whenever they're alone in a room with a student to preempt the possibility of any molestation accusations. I'd be interested in understanding what sort of harassment laws there are in Japan... maybe that could be the topic of a future piece?

On a related, but humorous note: there was this one favorite history professor that I had in college... Doctor Rodson. He was a rather ruggedly handsome man, and I heard a few female students whispering before and after class about how sexy he was; how much they'd like to 'do him', etc. One time, the Doc once told me a story about a female student who came-into his office dressed in a rather tight sweater and curve-hugging jeans. She'd been doing poorly in his class. She said to him in a rather lusty fashion: "Doctor Rodson, I'd just do anything to get an A!" She fluttered her eyes in an obviously sexual fashion as she said this. "Anything you want..."

"You really want an A?" Doctor Rodson looked-at her and smiled coyly. "Close the door."

The girl walked-over to the door, quietly closed it and sat back-down, smiling suggestively.

"Pull the chair in closer..." Dr. Rodson said quietly.

The girl pulled the chair closer, making eyes at him.

The prof leaned-in close to her ear and spoke softly... "If you really want an A, here's what I'd like from you..." he suddenly pointed at the door and said loudly

"...STUDY LIKE HELL!!!"

The First Time I Got Harassed...

There was another time in my freshman year of college when I was taking a shower in the bathroom used by the whole floor. It was the first time I was ever sexually harassed by a female.

I was taking a nice, hot shower one night (as I do on a daily basis, I assure you) and I heard some movement outside. Well, this bathroom was used by the whole floor, so there wasn't anything unusual by that. I had shampoo in my hair and my eyes were shut... suddenly, I heard the shower curtain getting jerked-back. I opened my eyes just in time to see a bucket of cold water being thrown at me... Since I was in a hot shower, it felt FREEZING.

"AIGH!!!!" I yelled. (Who wouldn't?) I grabbed the shower-curtain to yank it closed, but someone was holding it... I tried to cover my package with one hand as I wiped the water from my eyes. There were two females standing there who I didn't recognize... one was holding-back the shower curtain. One was holding a bucket. They each had a look of shock on their faces.

"OMAGAH! Sorry! We thought you were someone else!" They ran-out of the room, giggling. "OMAGAH!! Can't believe we did that!"

Boiling with anger, I finished-up my shower as fast as possible. God damn them. I stepped-out and started drying-off. I take my towel and start drying-off my face and hair.

Suddenly, a female face appeared around the corner. It was one of the two chicks who splashed me with water.

"Jeez, what the hell?" I demanded as I hurriedly ripped the towel off my head and over my crotch.

"Sorry!! We thought you were someone else... sorry! Are you mad?"

I'm standing there, dripping wet with a towel over my privates after she threw a bucket of ice-cold water at me, and she's asking me if I'm mad??

"Yeah, fine. Go away." I waved my hand, gesturing angrily towards the door.

"You see, we thought you were... are you mad?"

"Do you mind?!" I waved towards the door, harder. Brainless whore! My God, what kind of shit-headedness is this!?

"Sorry! Sorry!" She backed-away.

Naturally, I dried-off as fast as possible and walked-back to my dorm room. Ugh. I don't want to see them again... yet here they were both standing out in the hall waiting for me when I came-out of the bathroom. Jeez, why the hell won't they just go away?

"Sorry!" They said. "Are you mad at us? We didn't mean it..."

I gave them the finger as I walked past. What can I say? I wasn't in an apology-accepting mood. I would've been happier if they'd just left. I mean... maybe I wouldn't have minded it so much if they'd at least complimented me after they'd seen me in the nude- but I do mind it when a woman throws freezing water on me while I'm in the shower, and then keeps-on pestering me afterwards.

The next day, I had a serious word with my resident hall manager (who happened to be a woman). The two chicks weren't from my college, and I couldn't identify them as they'd left the night before. They were there visiting someone on my floor, I don't know who. The dorm manager said what happened to me would constitute sexual harassment under university policy. But... nothing could be done because the perpetrators were long gone. Oh well. (An aside note: this was just an impression, but I got the distinct feeling she wasn't taking me seriously and inwardly viewed it more as a matter of me being oversensitive to the whole event.) Furthermore, when the other women in the dorm heard about it, they thought of it as a harmless prank. Tee-fucking-hee. Well, it's harmless if you're not the one who's getting pranked. Maybe I'm oversensitive, but I didn't appreciate what happened.

After that point, I never felt safe in that dorm's shower again. I'd always peek outside the curtain when I heard someone come-in. If I could relive that incident all over again, I'd probably lunge at the nearest chick and punch her lights-out.

But Seriously Folks...

Harassment laws are about defending women from an abusive work environment- well, the legal definition of 'abusive work environment' is entirely arbitrary and subjective!! And I quote one case...

"Well-intentioned compliments by co-workers or supervisors can form the basis of a sexual harassment cause of action if a reasonable victim of the same sex as the plaintiff would consider the comments sufficiently severe or pervasive to alter a condition of employment and create an abusive working environment." -- Ellison vs. Brady, 924 Federal Reporter 2d Series, p 875. Just what IS a 'reasonable victim'? It sounds arbitrary to me! What the hell kind of messed-up basis for a law is this?? In practice, it puts all the power in the hands of the woman because if a man ever tries to sue a woman for harassment, he generally won't be taken seriously. Are there any lawyers out there who can explain how this is not putting arbitrary, unchecked power into the hands of women only?!

But seriously- for the sake of Mr. Snyders' class, the threat of harassment has devastated any possibility of him having free interaction with students from now on. Wouldn't that hamstring the education he's trying to provide? Having this threat hanging over his head would rip the guts-out of the possibility of him feeling comfortable at work. Doesn't the incident I just mentioned create an abusive work environment for the teacher at all? Doesn't it?? Will he ever feel safe at work again? Would you?

Seriously, I'd like to know what women think about this issue. Oh, sure... women need some method of defense in the face of a supervisor who says 'show me your tits or you're fired', but fear of false harassment accusations and false rape accusations are devastating life in the workplace. Women have gotten far too much power and they're not going to give it back because they claim it's for their own protection and if a 'few' people abuse the law, so be it. False accusations tend not to be investigated or punished at all, so a woman has little incentive to not abuse the rules.
Furthermore, the 7th grader's actions are considered 'confidential'. We wouldn't want to embarrass the poor little angel by exposing her wrongdoings for what they are, now would we?? If I get more information as this incident continues to unfold, I'll definitely post it. (And the chick's mailing address too, if I can get it.)

With girls like this, is it any wonder I'm convinced that grown-up women suck??

(03/25/02) Update:

My mom sent me an email about what 'punishment' was meted-out to this chick... apparently, the girl has been moved into a different class so as not to be around Snyder any more. Oh, anything else? Horror of horrors- she had to give a written apology! A punishment of that type won't deter her from doing it again, it'll just make her find a way of being a more clever liar the next time she decides to do it! Seriously, a female can be a little peice of shit and get-off with minimal censure!

I mean, come on! What the hell kind of punishment is that?? I mean- how the hell is this supposed to be a meaningful disincentive?? I wrote my mom back: "Do you think this is a particularly fitting way of punishing her?"

She replied: "No, I think she should've been suspended from school."

Aww hell, I bet you anything that the bitch is not one bit sorry for what she was going to do- she's sorry for being caught! Gee, I really wonder what her written apology is going to look like? Probably something like this: "Dear Mister Snyder... I'm sorry for abusing the system that has been set-up to protect me. I promise I won't do it again until freshman year of high-school at the very earliest."

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"...at an out-of-state aerospace company... a woman employee allegedly photocopied her bare breasts and then handed out copies to select co-workers in her department. One male co-worker, who had not been given a copy of the picture, later walked up to the woman and asked if he could see her breasts (not the photocopy). The woman refused and then filed a sexual harassment complaint against the man, who was later fired from the company. The woman is still employed at the firm." -- Connie Day,"No Laughing Matter", Washington CEO, October 1992.

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