Isadora Duncan Dance Technique & Repertory Screener – YouTube: a demure way of illustrating drunken ladies of ancient Greece getting some fun with fauns.
All over the news is the story that a university student was raped by a fellow university student after both drank way, way too much booze. The very trusting young lady thought it was a great idea to get totally smashed on the campus where she felt she was totally safe. The young man was a budding athlete who thought he was a god. Since he was a white boy, he was not heavily punished like black athletes and instead, got a slap on the wrist after being found guilty of raping a fellow student. There are several stories attached to this one showing how insanely stupid our schools are and how stupid the students are and how we have a very childish idea how to control humans. That is, we want to go crazy and wild in school but want to be safe and secure at the same time which is utterly impossible.
Best Drunk Girls Compilation 2014 by Fails Attack – YouTube: drunken young female students laughing while being hammered.
This video shows the many ways young ladies get smashed and then do very stupid things. I was a young lady once upon a time. I worked in a strip club to make very good money, working only part of the year and then living off of the huge tips I got, it was fun and I was popular so I made money. My popularity lay entirely on the fact that I really liked my customers and we talked about mechanics of building stuff which is why I did for a living, building things, after the university system destroyed my particular field of study, German Languages.
The one thing I never, ever did at work was get drunk! My fellow female students loved getting smashed. Some would even show up at my workplace with male students and scream abuse at me when I was on stage. Not one of the working males did this to me. They thought they were smart and I was trash, not knowing my level of study at the university. These poor girls would then get raped after getting drunk. They would then show up at the Free Clinic and lo and behold, who was sitting there to discuss this with them?
Me! Yes, me. I would explain to them how to protect themselves. Even my own daughter had to learn this lesson the hard way. When she was young, she, too, thought she could get hammered and nothing will happen. Then she was raped. Did I weep and wail about this?
Nope. I warned her long beforehand. She had all the skills and knowledge to avoid rape but insisted on ignoring this and being very stupid. I got her medical care and she changed utterly and became a very responsible, loving, wonderful adult woman and a great mother who now knows she has to impress her own child on how to survive. She ignored my lessons so she got the hard lesson instead. Just as I did when I was young.
The giant hysteria over this young stupid student who got hammered and then raped is running all over the place with everyone attacking the white student with great ferocity. I say, the racism of the judge is to be loudly condemned by the story of the young girl who is whining about being hurt and thinks this is the end of the universe infuriates me greatly. She is to also be condemned! She was a very bad young lady who did very stupid things and expected the universe to protect her when she did everything in her power to be raped. ‘This woman has perhaps superseded the work of every politician’: CNN anchor devotes half an hour of her show to reading out Stanford rape victim’s powerful letter | Daily Mail Online
The night after it happened, he said he didn’t know my name, said he wouldn’t be able to identify my face in a lineup, didn’t mention any dialogue between us, no words, only dancing and kissing. Dancing is a cute term; was it snapping fingers and twirling dancing, or just bodies grinding up against each other in a crowded room? I wonder if kissing was just faces sloppily pressed up against each other? When the detective asked if he had planned on taking me back to his dorm, he said no. When the detective asked how we ended up behind the dumpster, he said he didn’t know. He admitted to kissing other girls at that party, one of whom was my own sister who pushed him away. He admitted to wanting to hook up with someone. I was the wounded antelope of the herd, completely alone and vulnerable, physically unable to fend for myself, and he chose me. Sometimes I think, if I hadn’t gone, then this never would’ve happened. But then I realized, it would have happened, just to somebody else. You were about to enter four years of access to drunk girls and parties, and if this is the foot you started off on, then it is right you did not continue.
These are the very words of this self-centered, childish young lady! Geeze, if she wasn’t a drunk slogging about all dishabille, some other chick would be doing this so…her solution is…NO ONE SHOULD TOUCH OR NOTICE DRUNK SLUTS!!!! Huh? What???? Perchance, young ladies should be escorted in school? By nuns? HAHAHA.
My grandmother made international news when she applied to an all-male university to study astronomy. Her teacher was my grandfather. She was one of only four women of her generation to go to a men’s college! She also was a good shot with a gun, she rode horses bareback. She made international news when students bet she couldn’t swim the length of Lake Geneva so she did and reporters went wild.
My godmother was one of the four women who broke this barrier, she traveled the world studying vultures of all things. Her nephew was Mr. James Mitchner, the famous writer. She was a very small child when her father took her to Japan when the first embassy was opened there and mobs of Japanese women surrounded her mother in order to touch the cute little girl child that looked so strange.
All these venturesome women I knew growing up all told me, I had to fight for myself if I wanted to be adventurous like them and I did exactly this. Good lord, I was even once kidnapped by a motorcycle gang that was at war with the Hell’s Angels in California and escaped after being treated very brutally by them (they were duly dealt with by my friends). It took me exactly one day to recover, that is, I began telling jokes about it all. Seriously, I didn’t weep and wail, I did get some spectacular revenge so I was pretty happy about the outcome.
Back to this woman’s testimonial:
You said, Being drunk I just couldn’t make the best decisions and neither could she.
The young man stating the obvious irritates this young woman. I am, like my mother and grandmother, a feminist. I sued for my civil rights way back in 1965 and won every issue in court. I also lived a very, very wild life and did many bizarre things including illegally crossing borders in Europe during the student uprisings there to make speeches illegally and then running from the State Police until they caught me trying to enter Prague to give a speech and I was deported.
During all this deliberate chaos, stuff happened to me and I was proud about being able to deal with it. Whenever things got too out of control and boy, did I push the boundaries! When too out of control, I would disappear and live a quiet life in the hills or some hidden place. Then back into the fray I would go which is why I ended up in very dangerous situations in NYC during the wild riotous 1970s. Made a lot of citizen’s arrests and such, thinking this was great fun, tackling thugs and forcing them to surrender! Back to the young drunk lady whining about being a victim and how she is now a terrified, helpless creature cowering in the corner:
Alcohol is not an excuse. Is it a factor? Yes. But alcohol was not the one who stripped me, fingered me, had my head dragging against the ground, with me almost fully naked. Having too much to drink was an amateur mistake that I admit to, but it is not criminal. Everyone in this room has had a night where they have regretted drinking too much, or knows someone close to them who has had a night where they have regretted drinking too much. Regretting drinking is not the same as regretting sexual assault. We were both drunk, the difference is I did not take off your pants and underwear, touch you inappropriately, and run away. That’s the difference.
What??? This broad still thinks drinking until silly isn’t the problem??? She thinks she made ‘an amateur mistake’? Every young lass that came to the Free Clinic complaining about what happens after getting screwed up on drink and drugs would get a lecture from me about the dangers of doing exactly this. Want a ‘safe zone’ for getting hammered?
THERE IS NONE. Say, this broad runs around only with females when hammered. Guess what? Girls beat the snot out of each other when drunk! My boss loved me at the strip club because unlike the other young ladies doing the dancing, I was always sober, always looked after my customers which included telling my boss to get them an escort home, and he did this for the regulars so they wouldn’t get killed driving home.
Guess why we did this? We wanted them to come back! Not get arrested or killed. This is also why we had two bouncers, to prevent fights, etc. My club was very high class yet had working stiff customers, too, and the cops never came because we ran a good place. Note how young males and females in school can’t even have one weekend without trying to start entire riots over stupid stuff like a free concert from Kayne and his brazen broad.
Huh? No students were hurt while they drunkenly smashed up a sleeping neighborhood at 1am in the morning! How many of these clowns were arrested? Virtually none. And they were all hammered and utterly brazen and stupid and thought they were funny and they were not funny, they were vandals and fools and will get themselves killed doing this, what if a property owner came out and shot a few dozen of them for jumping on his car roof?
Then these same stupid hellions would be howling for the shooter to be put in prison for life! Not the fools doing the vandalism.
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