{"id":244,"date":"2016-10-13T14:30:12","date_gmt":"2016-10-13T14:30:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/?p=244"},"modified":"2016-10-13T19:54:32","modified_gmt":"2016-10-13T19:54:32","slug":"that-time-a-man-grabbed-my-pussy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/that-time-a-man-grabbed-my-pussy\/","title":{"rendered":"That Time A Man Grabbed My Pussy"},"content":{"rendered":"

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A storm of memories hit when I heard Donald Trump bragging about being able to grab a woman\u2019s \u2018pussy\u2019 without repercussion.<\/p>\n

Like most, if not all, women I have been subject to unwanted advances, sexual innuendoes, lecherous remarks, and crude invitations. I have been and felt threatened to be by myself at night. I know the drill. We learn to navigate it. Our awareness becomes second nature and, eventually, not even consciously recognized. \u00a0As a woman who embraces my sexuality I encounter men who think I \u2018deserve\u2019 the unwanted attention, however sordid.<\/p>\n

I was twenty-one or so and worked in a bar around the corner from the Springer Opera House in Columbus, Georgia where I volunteered backstage for their theatre productions. One evening, after the opening of a play, members of the audience crowded in for a nightcap before going home. It was a crush. I placed a slew of drink orders at the bar and carefully placed over ten mixed drinks on my serving tray. Lifting it over my head and pushing my way through the throng I smiled and joked with the customers as I passed.<\/p>\n

Then it happened. I gently pushed through a group congregated in the middle of my path. These folks were dressed to the nines. Women in evening clothes, men in suits. The cr\u00e8me de la cr\u00e8me of Columbus society. As I made my way \u00a0I felt a hand reach between my legs from behind and grab my pussy.<\/p>\n

As if he had a right.<\/p>\n

I pivoted on a dime in the tight space, wrenching myself from his trespass and smashed my tray full of drinks into his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet your hands off me!\u201d I screamed, shaking with outrage.<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t believe anyone would be so arrogant as to grab me like that, in public, with his wife standing nearby.\u00a0Without my permission.<\/p>\n

He told the bar owner that he hadn\u2019t done a thing. I insisted he had. The owner told me that as his employee I was considered his \u2018 property\u2019 and I should have come to him. Then he did something the Donald would love, he sneered at me and said, \u201cYou\u2019re Fired!\u201d<\/p>\n

So when I heard Donald Trump bragging about what he is able to do (in his mind) without permission I was forced to remember the time I was powerless to defend myself. Did I mention I was a single mom supporting my daughter? The man with the money and the power and the arrogance to assault me like that suffered a little embarrassment and the enjoyment of having me fired. I suffered both assault on my most \u00a0intimate self and financial insecurity.<\/p>\n

So thanks, Donald, for helping me remember what it is like to have a rich and powerful man assault you with impunity. Thank you for reminding me how the women who have come forward are brave and righteous. And, finally, thank you for revealing yourself as an\u00a0arrogant, entitled, misogynist who has no idea how your actions of a moment affect the women you manhandle for a lifetime.<\/p>\n

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