More of the rank and craven hypocrisy of the Left on display. MeToo died with George Floyd unless you didn't get the memo.
I lived in New York for several years during the Giuliani era, and while the subway had its share of unsavory weirdos and panhandlers, I never felt physically unsafe, even riding very late at night.
More of the rank and craven hypocrisy of the Left on display. MeToo died with George Floyd unless you didn't get the memo.
I lived in New York for several years during the Giuliani era, and while the subway had its share of unsavory weirdos and panhandlers, I never felt physically unsafe, even riding very late at night.
This article reminds me of an experience I had a few years back when I lived in Chicago. A female companion and I were waiting at a bus stop in the Gold Coast, a very upscale area of the city. We were approached by a young and clearly very inebriated white guy, who started harassing and saying suggestive things to us. He was very aggressive and even began chasing my companion around, making her run to get away from him. It was a scary episode, and ended only because the bus mercifully arrived. When I later recounted the incident to a group of women in our social circle, instead of expressing sympathy for me and my friend and the fear we felt, they made excuses for the guy. He must be unwell, he was having an episode, the poor thing! I was like, no, he was DRUNK. You can tell the difference between mentally ill and drunk. Meaning that he made a conscious choice to drink himself to the point that his behavior became aggressive and unsafe. This was met with silence from the group. The mentality was that this sort of thing ought to be tolerated. That nothing is anybody's fault.
One of the many reasons why I fled liberal Chicago not long after and never looked back.
More of the rank and craven hypocrisy of the Left on display. MeToo died with George Floyd unless you didn't get the memo.
I lived in New York for several years during the Giuliani era, and while the subway had its share of unsavory weirdos and panhandlers, I never felt physically unsafe, even riding very late at night.
This article reminds me of an experience I had a few years back when I lived in Chicago. A female companion and I were waiting at a bus stop in the Gold Coast, a very upscale area of the city. We were approached by a young and clearly very inebriated white guy, who started harassing and saying suggestive things to us. He was very aggressive and even began chasing my companion around, making her run to get away from him. It was a scary episode, and ended only because the bus mercifully arrived. When I later recounted the incident to a group of women in our social circle, instead of expressing sympathy for me and my friend and the fear we felt, they made excuses for the guy. He must be unwell, he was having an episode, the poor thing! I was like, no, he was DRUNK. You can tell the difference between mentally ill and drunk. Meaning that he made a conscious choice to drink himself to the point that his behavior became aggressive and unsafe. This was met with silence from the group. The mentality was that this sort of thing ought to be tolerated. That nothing is anybody's fault.
One of the many reasons why I fled liberal Chicago not long after and never looked back.