That’s why I make sure to speak up, even when some people decide to be unpleasant, make injurious judgements and demand that I explain everything to their satisfaction, like someone in this thread did last night.
“Irrational fear” my ass. :mad:
I somewhat agree, and that is how I picture harassment due to the history of the word. But that doesn’t mean that egregious one-off actions that should obviously be verboten without the need for an express denial shouldn’t have consequences. We might need another word that means neither “harassment” nor “assault” especially if it were something like a one-off but extremely crude proposition.
What examples are you thinking? If it’s an egregious action, then it is going to be assault. If it is not something that raises to the level of assault, at worst you are being a jerk (legal) for a “one-off”, and harassment, IMHO, does not require continuation over a long period of time, continuation in the face of just one request to stop is harassment.
Here’s a cite with more info on the law.
The second section deals specifically with the NYC Law.
“…the rules and regulations for New York City parks provides for “Exclusive Children’s Playgrounds” in which adults are “ allowed in playground areas only when accompanied by a child under the age of twelve (12)”.
The article contains some good legal analysis of the rule.
I made up a sensible hypothetical example thus: a single man probably shouldn’t hang around a children’s playground for many days with a camera. Manson1972 absurdly extrapolated this to (paraphrasing): “Oh, then a guy should never leave the house, right?? And always be afraid, right??”
Well, this thread has become a screaming example of something–not sure you’ve nailed it. :rolleyes: But I’m outta here.
Why would they ask if you feel safe? You weren’t the patient. Since my mom died I have been the one to accompany my dad to the e.r. more than once, and each time they have asked if he feels safe at home. They don’t care if I, his daughter, do.
It does. First the laws are limiting all unaccompanied adult access to playgrounds with such signage, female as well as male. Per that analysis a stated objective of wanting to “maximize play area equipment available for children and minors for whom the city’s play equipment and play areas are specifically designed” may make such allowable but enforcement can then not be selective and still be constitutional. An unaccompanied 32 year old woman in mom jeans is as prohibited as the 59 year old man in a trenchcoat
It occurs to me that there’s a certain stereotyping going on in this very thread. The article linked in the OP describes how men, and some women too, are modifying their behavior in the wake of widespread reports of sexual abuse and harassment. Everyone here seems to be leaping to the conclusion that it’s all in an effort to cover their own asses; that they’re afraid of being accused and having their reputation tarnished. What if there’s more going on, though? What if the change in behavior is prompted by a sincere desire not to give offense? When a man questions a woman’s claim of harassment, I’ve seen that met with some variation on “it doesn’t matter if you thought your behavior was okay, you don’t know what women go through, you just don’t get it, if a woman says she was harassed we should believe her.” If we really take that message to heart, how do we avoid giving offense except to minimize our interactions with women?
Personally, I think people have a myriad of motivations for their actions. It’s rare, if ever, that I do something for one reason and one reason alone. I don’t want to be accused of harassment, and I don’t want some woman I talk to to feel like she’s been harassed, even if she keeps it to yourself. Those two things together probably make me more guarded than either one would separately. But I think it’s interesting that this thread focused so much on the most self-serving explanation for the way men are reacting.
Shocking that you left this thread :rolleyes:
Thank you for posting, and I appreciate that anecdote.
Hey there girlies, where’s the tripple-X Hall?