The guy's guide to sexual harassment
When I was a kid, if I belted one of my cousins in the mouth while arguing over a sled, and knocked him face first into a snow bank, my mother used to apply one piece of wisdom.
"How would you like it if somebody did that to you?" she'd say, shortly before clipping me sharply over the left ear. She was right-handed, so her shots always landed on my left ear.
With a plague of sexual harassment upon the land, Ma's sentiments are worth absorbing.
So, if you're one of those dimwits who hollers about how "political correctness" has stripped you of the right to grope that sexy Marlene down in accounting, listen up. I'm a guy, too, so I know just how to explain it to you. And I promise I won't hit you.
If you're a straight guy, and we're the ones causing most of the trouble, try to imagine how you'd feel if one of your straight male co-workers did to you what you do to women.
Let's try a couple of exercises.
You walk into your office one morning and Tony, the guy at the next desk, takes a long look at you and says, "Hey, your ass looks great in those khakis."
Let's keep going because that's the thing about sexual harassment; it keeps going.
After a long hard morning driving a truck, you return to the warehouse and head to the break room for a nice cup of coffee.
As you wait for the Keurig to brew your coffee, co-worker Lyle walks up behind you, puts his arms around your waist and starts rubbing up against you.