Statutory rape, the pregnant women at my office are douchebags, and plastic babies
I was stuck home all day yesterday fighting off the remnants of a sinus infection, watching my second favorite daytime TV show, the People's Court (Maury being the first), when they had one gentleman on who was a convicvted sex offender. What really got my goat was how he has got this label. Seventeen years ago, when he was seventeen, he had sex with a fifteen year old girl, and know has to carry around the label of registered sex offender his whole life. Now, I'm not saying it's okay for fifteen year olds to have sex, but this is just like the Marcus Dixon case. Granted, a 19 year old shouldn't be having sex with a fifteen year old (three monhts away from her sixteenth birthday), but ten years in prison?!?!?!?!?
In many states, there is a bright line drawn at the age of eighteen, so theoretically, a guy who is two days older than his girlfriend (he is 18 and one day, she is one day away from 18), can get sent up for statutory rape. And don't say it can't happen! It's happening already. Let's also not complicate the matter that if the girl lies about her age, that is no defense for the man. I've seen plenty of fifteen and sixteen year olds that I have easily mistaken for collge girls. At least Pennsylvania is one of the few states that is sane enough to put in a "buffer zone". In PA, sixteen is the age of consent, but if the younger party is fifteen, it's still legal as long as the older party is no more than five years older. A senior in high school and his sophmore girlfriend, neither of which are thinking with their heads when they have sex, don't need to worry about overzelous prosecution.
So I'm sitting in the lactation room in the employee lounge this morning, playing on my computer when Bill, the very nice and very elderly security guard told me that severl pregnant women have been complaining because I have been hanging out in the lactation room before work and on lunch breaks. Now, the only reason I'm in there during lunch is because someone is already sleeping the the break room, and I'm rarely there in the morning, because I'm usualyl sleeping. The lactation room has a soft rocking chair which is much nicer than those hard wooden chairs we have in the lounge.
Anyway, I'm not surprised, but I'm still outraged as to why I need to be banished from such a comfy seat because other people are embarrased about their bodily functions. Now, I know the argument: "I don't want to have to shoo someone out of there because he'll know I'm lactating". To that I say: "Lady, that giant mound on your stomach tells me you're lactating, not you needing to use this room. You're not telling me anything I don't already know" It's like being afraid to buy tampons because the grocery clerk will know it's your period. You're a WOMAN for Chirt's sake!!! It's going to be your period sometime or another. If you need to use that lactation room, knock on the door and tell me to leave. It's that simple.
Finally, Jules and I saw this report on 20/20 Friday night, and man is it disturbing. Apparently, for older women who don't have kids, you can now buy your own plastic baby. I have nothing against people who collect dolls, but what is so messed up is that these women treat them like real babies, turning whole rooms into their nursuries, feeding them, changing them, throwing birthday parties for them, and probably worst of all, taking them out in public and passing them off as real kids. Now, I know a thing or two about how dangerous a lack of socialization can be. I've been told most of my post-pubescent life that I've needed mroe socialization. When I think this is sick, then you know there are real problems here.
In many states, there is a bright line drawn at the age of eighteen, so theoretically, a guy who is two days older than his girlfriend (he is 18 and one day, she is one day away from 18), can get sent up for statutory rape. And don't say it can't happen! It's happening already. Let's also not complicate the matter that if the girl lies about her age, that is no defense for the man. I've seen plenty of fifteen and sixteen year olds that I have easily mistaken for collge girls. At least Pennsylvania is one of the few states that is sane enough to put in a "buffer zone". In PA, sixteen is the age of consent, but if the younger party is fifteen, it's still legal as long as the older party is no more than five years older. A senior in high school and his sophmore girlfriend, neither of which are thinking with their heads when they have sex, don't need to worry about overzelous prosecution.
So I'm sitting in the lactation room in the employee lounge this morning, playing on my computer when Bill, the very nice and very elderly security guard told me that severl pregnant women have been complaining because I have been hanging out in the lactation room before work and on lunch breaks. Now, the only reason I'm in there during lunch is because someone is already sleeping the the break room, and I'm rarely there in the morning, because I'm usualyl sleeping. The lactation room has a soft rocking chair which is much nicer than those hard wooden chairs we have in the lounge.
Anyway, I'm not surprised, but I'm still outraged as to why I need to be banished from such a comfy seat because other people are embarrased about their bodily functions. Now, I know the argument: "I don't want to have to shoo someone out of there because he'll know I'm lactating". To that I say: "Lady, that giant mound on your stomach tells me you're lactating, not you needing to use this room. You're not telling me anything I don't already know" It's like being afraid to buy tampons because the grocery clerk will know it's your period. You're a WOMAN for Chirt's sake!!! It's going to be your period sometime or another. If you need to use that lactation room, knock on the door and tell me to leave. It's that simple.
Finally, Jules and I saw this report on 20/20 Friday night, and man is it disturbing. Apparently, for older women who don't have kids, you can now buy your own plastic baby. I have nothing against people who collect dolls, but what is so messed up is that these women treat them like real babies, turning whole rooms into their nursuries, feeding them, changing them, throwing birthday parties for them, and probably worst of all, taking them out in public and passing them off as real kids. Now, I know a thing or two about how dangerous a lack of socialization can be. I've been told most of my post-pubescent life that I've needed mroe socialization. When I think this is sick, then you know there are real problems here.