Showing posts with label Bitchin'. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bitchin'. Show all posts

Monday, August 22, 2011

You want to cop-a-feel of my bottom?



Well, be my guest if you really want a taste of my spiky heels!  First of all, I am not some  ‘champione du feminisme‘  and like other red blooded women out there, I do play the flirting games although I refuse being  tagged with cockteaser  tag. I let them burlesque dancers take the title (Dita Von Tesse, anyone?) 

Actually, I decided to write about this after reading an article about a woman in UK suing her former employer after he sacked her, following an argument  or rather, a heated confrontation because of his tendencies of pinching and slapping her bottoms and other sexual innuendos thrown her way! Tired of her boss’ constant sex harassment, she finally had enough and confronted him on his behaviour.  You know what did the former boss said to her? He said that she had it coming.  That she’d been casting some signals of possible rolls between the sheets to his direction. It’s in the way she dresses, every time there’s a boardroom meeting, it’s in the way she bats her eyelids.  The fact that the woman dressed appropriately in power suits apparently escaped his notice. Tsk..tsk..tsk.. Well, the lawsuit was filed in court and she won. The former boss was sacked with his reputation in tatters. Justice is sweet, ain’t it?

Now, a few weeks later, the actor Jeremy Irons has said in a controversial interview  “any woman ‘worth her salt’ should be able to take a pat on the bottom with good humour” The 62-year-old declared that such an advance is nothing more than a man indulging in friendly ‘communication’.

Such pompousness! Any woman ‘worth her salt’ will indulge in Jeremy Iron’s version of ‘friendly communication’ only when it involves some horizontal body positions or tango in bed and I bet you, it won’t be a mere pat on a bottom! Well, who could blame him? After all, this came from a man who freely admits that “his relationship with his wife as ‘dysfunctional’ and claimed that ‘part of our nature is to have as many partners as possible’. I say, this man doesn’t have the word ‘faithful’ in his dictionary. He’s still wrapped up in daze of the bygone eras of 60s and 70s, where alpha male believed that bottom grabbing was a testament of men’s triumph over the fairer sex!

Back in the 60s or 70s, women just gritted and bore the bottom grabbing and pinching silently.  The situation was like: You tell stories and be prepared to move office or quit the job altogether! The infuriating part was, the men got to keep their jobs! Back then, there wasn’t any specific law to protect women employees from leering male colleagues. However, the rise of feminists crusading for new bills/law/rights to protect women, especially sexual harassment, was finally paid off.  The lotharios learned to zip up their trousers, bind their wandering hands and curb their enthusiasms towards the fairer sex in workplace.  I do believe that law for sexual harassment applied to both sexes now.  Which is good and fair,  because men are also as vulnerable as women when it comes to sexual harassment!

Friendly communication is alright I guess, just don’t go around grabbing anyone’s bottom though. Unless you have some telepathic connections with the other party involved of doing the horizontal tango then by all means, go and grab each other’s bottoms! No one will give a damn if you ended up sporting blue black bottoms from all the grabbing!


Tuesday, July 6, 2010

DR. NO

Warning: profanities ahead!

Na uh, I'm not talking about Sean Connery's nemesis in that 1962 Bond movie!

This is a different script and yes, she's got a story to tell.  Dr. No is her boss. An old fashioned kind of a boss where everything is ruled under his thumb . She is of course a capable and experienced assistant.  Previously, her working relationships with her former boss was excellent. Works were done smoothly and delivered according to the standardized 'quality control' management  as befitting a large and established organization, spanning over 100 years since  it was first established.

1st Issue:
Tacky and oh so yesterday! So, in this age of IT, imagine her astonishment upon discovering that almost half of the works are done manually! She has to lug around a big, thick and heavy bound diary (this being Dr. No's planner/calendar) whereas  you could  just key in everything in your MS Outlook calendar!! The weight of that thing is almost fetching 2kgs! She asked the former assistant, why are we using this thing? It's soooo damn heavy. Are we not using that computer? PC tu perhiasan ja ka? The former assistant snorted: Hehhh, dia tu? He prefers to do half of the things around here manually!  The other day, she was extremely busy and didn't hear him calling for her. So, when she finally heard him, she dashed inside his office and attend to his 'beck and call'. Then, this Dr. No said: I don't like to use the intercom. Next time, I'd be using this bell so that I don't have to call your name repeatedly (he then proceed to lift up and rang the bell - the kind that you see in a Christmas card picture. Yes, that bell!, no fucking joke!). Of course, she was aghast. This is not the colonial era, for pete's sake!) So, she plowed in directly: "Please don't. We don't have to resort to that. Please just call my name" (inside she was cursing like mad: bell? i'm not a fucking cow! just burn that damn intercom!) God, this is armageddon!

2nd Issue:
Working hours. As she is staying quite far from the office, working hours have to be adjusted a bit.  She doesn't drive, nor does she own a car although she's planning to get around that, one of these days. So, in the beginning when she reported to work, she had sat and discussed about her transportation issue with Dr. No. Him being a Dr. No, this was his verdict:

"I start my day in the office from 7.30am until maybe 7-7.30pm. So I expect my staff to do so"

She bargained: I know, but there should be a way of compromise no? If I am needed to stay back, needed to
 take care of urgent tasks, then I am prepared to do so. As I am a woman, one who boards two busses to and fro everyday, that 7-7.20pm is very late. It's dangerous. I am prepared to stay back  until 6.30pm though.

Dr. No's answer:  Well, that's not my problem. It's yours to solve! I EXPECT my staff to do things according to my standard.  (translated as: fuck that transportation, you are to stay back in the office until I leave this fucking chair!) Shit!

Well, she might be a very dedicated assistant, but she isn't a stupid fool either. Why does she have to hang around the office when she has completed her work for the day? Another shitload of craps!

3rd Issue:
"You are my absolute coolie and I am the ultimate boss"  He doesn't have to say it verbally.  He is literally walking and breathing the air with chips on his shoulders as big as the Mt. Kinabalu.  Everyone is scared of Dr. No. EVERYONE!

So, what shall she do? Just endure it? For how long? She hopes for the sake of her sanity, Dr. No will leave quickly. Little birdie whistled to her that, yes, he will. Maybe next year!

Hallelujah! She'll drink to that...

Friday, May 15, 2009

The Table Has Been Turned..

...on against "mr. houdini"

yes, I am being cruel and YES, I AM BEING A BITCH! mind you, not a bitch in the heat okay?! the last straw came when "mr. houdini" pretended to forget to wish me happy birthday and happy valentine's day. i mean, what kind of a boyfriend who totally left his girlfriend alone on her birthday and valentine's day by herself?? well, his disappearing acts is legendary..

so, imagine my dismayed when 2 months later he casually appeared in front of me and pretended that everything is sunny and bright and i would willingly open up my arms widely to welcome him back! Sorry, it's too late now. You're not welcome in my world anymore. Your magic tricks have ran out of their course. They have lost their appeal. You're regretting it now, but i am relieved to know that i am not in love with you anymore, not now, not ever! You're asking for another chance but NO, no more. We're finished, finito, pause, full stop, gone baby gone. you are a history that needs to be tightly locked up in a pyramid-like tomb. You're like "If only i could turn back time, i wish to be a better boyfriend for you" but let me refresh your memory. I've given you chances to "turn back time" repeatedly but you failed yourself and you failed our relationship. Well, this time around, ADIOS....and if you happen to stumble upon this blog, i hereby announce to you again (aside from my last "i'm breaking up with you" text message):

"No Hard Feelings But You've Been Dumped"

i've finally bid goodbye to an emotionally draining relationship and boy, the feeling is divine :)


The Long Absence..

 For 6 years.. I haven't been writing anything.  The last entry that I posted was in October 2016! Damn! That feels like a century ago.....