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Assault:
A violent physical or verbal attack
A military attack, such as one launched against a fortified area or place
The concluding stage of an attack in which close combat occurs with the enemy
Law.
An unlawful threat or attempt to do bodily injury to another
The act or an instance of unlawfully threatening or attempting to injure another
Law. Sexual assault
The crime of rape
The plot:
Young woman of 19 years of age decides, after a very lethargic day, to take a jog. Young woman first gets assaulted by two tall and large african american men. Implied and blunt sexual harrassment. Young woman brushes it off and continues to jog, slightly rattled. Young woman gets around block and stops at an intersection where cars are speeding past. A man, at least 20 years her senior, dressed in raggedy clothes and has scraggly facial hair. Short but built. He also stops at intersection. Appears to be waiting for a chance to cross the street. The young woman feels her pulse start to race but ignores it and shrugs it off as coincidence.
Young woman crosses the street where the man grabs at her arm, swings her around and asks throatily if she wants a beer or a soda. His grip on her arm is strong. "Come on." he says and his grip tightens. The young woman, her pulse racing and her panic beginning to build dislodges her arm violently and runs away, as fast as the adrenaline will allow her. She begins to breathe hard, thoughts of "Why can't I be ugly or fat or unapproachable looking? Why does this have to happen when all I want to do is go on a fucking jog?!" She thinks about all the men in her life and is disgusted. She holds it together as she runs, but flinches at other men on the sidewalks who pay her no attention.
When she gets home, she falls apart and lets it all out.
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So that all happened to me tonight. Along with a wonderful waiter named Dan (ironic that is he the only understanding Dan that I've ever met) who treated me like a friend, like an equal and either was sympathetic or just completely understandable. Empathetic. I couldn't help crying at the table. Slow tears.
And my mom leads me on with a story of love and sympathy and understanding, and then later, after dinner with her chauvinistic asshole of a boyfriend (who informs her that I was just being mugged), calls me and informs me that she doesn't believe me.
What a fucking night.
A violent physical or verbal attack
A military attack, such as one launched against a fortified area or place
The concluding stage of an attack in which close combat occurs with the enemy
Law.
An unlawful threat or attempt to do bodily injury to another
The act or an instance of unlawfully threatening or attempting to injure another
Law. Sexual assault
The crime of rape
The plot:
Young woman of 19 years of age decides, after a very lethargic day, to take a jog. Young woman first gets assaulted by two tall and large african american men. Implied and blunt sexual harrassment. Young woman brushes it off and continues to jog, slightly rattled. Young woman gets around block and stops at an intersection where cars are speeding past. A man, at least 20 years her senior, dressed in raggedy clothes and has scraggly facial hair. Short but built. He also stops at intersection. Appears to be waiting for a chance to cross the street. The young woman feels her pulse start to race but ignores it and shrugs it off as coincidence.
Young woman crosses the street where the man grabs at her arm, swings her around and asks throatily if she wants a beer or a soda. His grip on her arm is strong. "Come on." he says and his grip tightens. The young woman, her pulse racing and her panic beginning to build dislodges her arm violently and runs away, as fast as the adrenaline will allow her. She begins to breathe hard, thoughts of "Why can't I be ugly or fat or unapproachable looking? Why does this have to happen when all I want to do is go on a fucking jog?!" She thinks about all the men in her life and is disgusted. She holds it together as she runs, but flinches at other men on the sidewalks who pay her no attention.
When she gets home, she falls apart and lets it all out.
-
So that all happened to me tonight. Along with a wonderful waiter named Dan (ironic that is he the only understanding Dan that I've ever met) who treated me like a friend, like an equal and either was sympathetic or just completely understandable. Empathetic. I couldn't help crying at the table. Slow tears.
And my mom leads me on with a story of love and sympathy and understanding, and then later, after dinner with her chauvinistic asshole of a boyfriend (who informs her that I was just being mugged), calls me and informs me that she doesn't believe me.
What a fucking night.