This is so sad. To think I was envious of my friend who got to ride at Flintridge while my folks could “only” afford LA Children’s Riding Center and could in no way afford to own or lease a horse. Thinking back, now I understand her reaction when I said I wished we could trade places. As a working student for another trainer, I got to hang out there sometimes and watch the great JW at work with the horses. So, so sad.
Jealoshe, I am an "ugly*** woman and was an ugly*** girl; it did not stop my sister’s boyfriend from raping me (he was in his 20’s, I was 14) and it did not stop other men from trying to “force” themselves on me in a variety of work-related venues. From pimps on the public bus, to barn workers, to cooks, to professors, I learned to fend off unwanted advances and to speak up when need be. Yes the 70’s and 80’s were a very different time and I did not report most of the incidents, but I carried a knife at all times from age 12 on and I knew how to use it. I regret that i never told anyone about my sister’s bf until many, many years later and even now, my sister does not know what he did because he is decades gone from our lives. I do know I am stronger for what I went through and, I have never felt like a victim. I feel so bad for those who do.
Btw, it is not just young women who are assaulted, molested or whatever. This also happens to boys and we do not seem to take it near as seriously–especially when it’s an adult female pedophile going after adolescent boys. I witnessed that as well in my high school, and while nothing was ever made public, said teacher was promptly dismissed. The boys joked about it, but having her rub her breasts against their faces in class :eek: could not have been a “comfortable” situation.