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Violence Towards Women

I'm old school enough that I tend to avoid using force against women.  I'm not generally a fan of force/violence in every day situations anyway, but it's less of an option in my mind when the other person lacks a Y chromosome.  Still, I think I may have been tricked into using force against the fairer sex.  Now before I get vilified, let me explain.

I was in Disneyland with a Mild Ex, and we were walking from one ride to the next.  There were a bunch of people around, as usual, and we were navigating the crowds.  There was a group of rowdy teenagers off to our right, and we were trying to avoid them by walking around them.  However, one of the guys was being sillier than the rest, and he was literally backing into us.  So, I put out a hand to make sure he didn't crash into us, and gave him a light push in the back to make sure he knew there were people behind him.

And that's when I felt a bra strap.

Yup, that "dude" was actually a girl.  Now, she clearly knew she was in the wrong, because she immediately apologized for acting like a doofus.  And she didn't go flying, I only applied enough force to extend my arm.  Still, I felt bad.

Of course, it didn't help that the Mild Ex immediately questioned me about the use of violence towards women.  I told her what I'm telling all 9 of the people who read this, "I didn't know!"  And like I said, I hardly sent her flying.  I was tricked, dammit.

Still, I think I'm going to have to do two good deeds this week to make up for this wrong (dammit).  In fact, if I don't, I think you're allowed to smack me (double dammit).

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  1. Can one of those good deeds be giving me $20? :D

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  2. I said good deeds, not letting myself get conned. Besides, I did end up doing two good deeds that week, so I'm set.

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