Ivanka Trump, Daddy’s Little Girl

Ivanka Trump, Daddy’s Little Girl. Perpetuating the idea that men will always save you and , always be there for you and most importantly, always take you on your meteorical rise to the top. Because you can’t do it alone. You do what they say, you live your life as they do, you protect them as they protected you. And you believe in your heart, that it’s the right thing to do. No matter who you hurt.

The funny thing is, you’re hurting women, you’re hurting workers around the world, you’re hurting you’re own children and you’re hurting your own Mother. Ivanka, you pay workers in factories $62 for 60 hours of work a week to manufacture your goods.  How much money do you make from these products? You are stepping on people just as certainly as your father has stepped on you and fooled you into believing that you are living a life of freedom. Your thoughts are not your own if you truly believe your own answers when asked about your father’s groping of women.

It is the perpetuation of excusing men for this type of behavior that not only continues the behavior in a society, but demeans women. Often men don’t speak up for fear of embarrassment or bullying. When people excuse this type of behavior with words like “men will be men”; “boys will be boys,always”; always a player” and similar other words, remember that these are excuses for someone with low moral standards and a sickness.

Just as these perpetrators display Red Flags, so do the people that excuse them. They, too, display Red Flags. They are showing others that it’s ok to behave in this manner. It’s simply not ok. How can anyone in good conscience tell a little girl that’s been molested that “It’s ok that a man touched you. After all, men will be men!” Of course that’s not ok. It makes people sick to hear that.

So, what is the difference where a man looks at a woman who happens to have a beautiful body in their eyes, and lusts after her with lewd comments that are unwarranted? Even more so, gropes her or kisses her without her consent? The word for what he is doing is molestation. No matter the age of the woman, she is still being molested. This is an act against her will. Yet people will say comments like, “Boys will be boys” and “Look at her, can you blame him?” Yes, I can blame him. He had absolutely no right touching her and making comments to her. I don’t care what his particular thoughts are, he needs to keep them to himself. No means No.

Some women are strong and will fight back, while others won’t or cannot summon the will to fight back. Some are afraid they’ll lose their jobs. They need that income to support their families and the men that exhibit this type of behavior know the implications of the women on the receiving end. They take advantage of them. Not only is it a game for their sick minds, it’s a well-thought out manipulation designed as a power play. The law is on the side of the victim and always has been since 1964.

I am not saying it isn’t difficult to fight back, but fighting back is mandatory if we are to take predators down. We must show them that they are not wanted in our world, in our society. The damage that they do to the minds of people is long-lasting and irreparable to some people. Not only does it take away their freedom, but it takes away their egos, it removes their feelings of self, it takes down their trust factors of other people and can create feelings of hopelessness. Yet, for some reason, this type of behavior is allowed.

Unless, it happens to Your Daughter. Then something changes. Imagine if Trump grabbed your daughter’s vagina and stuck his tongue down her throat against her will, how would you feel? Still feel “a guy’s a guy”? Still thinking it’s ok? I wonder how Ivanka would feel when her daughter is older if a man grabbed her, pushed her against a wall, and did these things to her. How would she and her husband react? If the man were a high-powered official, would she still say that the man can do a good job and we should look at his record instead and ignore what the press says about him? Would she throw her daughter under the bus that way?

Tsk, tsk, Ivanka Trump for being Daddy’s little girl, throwing women under the bus and turning the other cheek when it’s time to stand up for women. For pretending to be for women, when reality tells us you’re really against them. When reality tells us you really don’t care what happens to women in America or any part of the world, for that matter. You’ve been taught well. A Machiavellian showpiece that mesmerizes all but says nothing of value that would help.

Is Ivanka Trump so focused on her father that she sees him only as Daddy’s little girl and not truly as the man he is? Go to YouTube and visit this url https://youtu.be/L4JgpYz-dqo, then visit any discussion about her recent visit to Germany or learn more about her. Learn why she was booed at the women’s summit in Germany.

Ivanka Trump needs a reality check when she tells the media that she wants to help women. She talks a good game, but she has yet to produce results. Then again, she has learned from her Daddy’s knee. She is Daddy’s Little Girl. He displays narcissistic traits at the least, what else has she garnered from him?

Peace.

Sorceress

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Sexual Harassment-Take Down Predators

So in talking about sexual harassment in the workplace, I wanted to talk about the mind sets of women. Women that should know better. Women that accept men talking down to them which in turn, lays a foundation for the acceptance of sexual harassment.

Recently, I had lunch with a woman who was retired from a job as a life-long secretary in New York City. She was an efficient worker, and had worked for professionals in a field for many years. She was good at her job and enjoyed it. She was very pleasant and a knowledgable woman. Except for the idea that women “had their place”.

She told me this story of acquiring her last position. Her new boss was deemed difficult and had acquired many secretaries before her. She was determined to stay with this man, because the money was good and she said, she didn’t think he was all that bad. So I questioned her, “What was considered so bad about him that so many others left after a few weeks? After all, if he couldn’t keep other secretaries, there had to be something about him that was wrong/harassing/too demanding in the workplace…?”

She went on to tell me that he was a boisterous man, and could be rather loud at times, but that didn’t bother her. And then the bomb hit. She said, “Well, you know, he would always call me honey, or dear, or sweetheart. But I didn’t mind. I considered it a name of affection. After all, he was my Boss.” And there you have it. He. Was. My. Boss.

So I asked her, “What if you called him, honey, or dear, or sweetheart?” Her eyes opened up to the size of saucers. She gasped, literally. “Oh my god, no!” she said. “I never could. He was my boss! That was not my place!” I just looked at her with amusement. “But it was his place to call you those terms of endearment? You have a real name.” She was looking at me as if I was the one making a mountain out of a molehill. “What’s the big deal?” she asked. “He didn’t mean anything. That’s what he called the women in the office. They were only secretaries. He was the boss.”  There it was again. He. Was. The. Boss. Giving him the right to demoralize anyone beneath him simply because of his title.

“But did he call the men in the office by anything but their real names?” I asked. “Oh no, always their real names.” she replied succintly. End of that question. As if I was ignorant for even asking the question in the first place.

No matter what I said, how I said it or why I tried to explain that it was wrong for this boss to call her and other women “dear, honey or sweetheart” instead of their real names, she just didn’t get it. Nothing I said could penetrate her armor.

When I look at women that support Trump, even though he has treated women demeaningly,  has been caught on tape talking about women in lewd and lascivious ways including women that have spoken out about his fondling and kissing them against their wills, I cannot understand their admiration of this man and his lack of morals. A predator is a predator. They do not change their coats. They cannot change.

I find this type of acceptance of men that push women down and negate them fully unacceptable. It only encourages them further. Years ago, I felt that surely by this time, our world would have changed. It has not. And apparently, with women still supporting these types of predators, it is not going to change in the near future. This is a deplorable situation for the young women of tomorrow.

I will say this again. You are your own person. You do not have to submit to a predator’s will. You do not have to be their fantasy. If you do, you are allowing them to continue their fantasy at your own expense. And with that comes the degradation of your own character. Stand up for yourself. Be strong and fight back. Take down predators one by one. We should not allow them in our world. If not for yourself, for your daughters, for your granddaughters. No means No.

Peace.

Sorceress

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No Means No.

I’m still here. Still defining myself. Still with nightmares. Still wondering if I’m broken. Or am I picking up the pieces and repairing them? Repairing them accurately? Or just putting them back together?

Some people sing the same old song and don’t realize what year it is. Others go on to new music and pretend the classics don’t exist. What feels right isn’t always right. Sometimes, what feels odd is just growth. And that’s where the scary part comes in.

It’s not just children that feel fear. Adults feel it, too. Only their fear manifests itself in different ways. Humans show fear in different forms. Anger, pompous attitudes, shyness, elitist attitudes…know any of these types?

I know I’ve grown. Grown immeasurably. I can feel it. I can see it in my eyes. But, most importantly, I can hear it in my voice when I say no. When I say no to ideas and to acts that others think are appropriate. When others tell me I am at fault for something I know I didn’t do, when I am blamed or accused for a situation that someone else has manipulated, I will not walk away. I will stand for myself and calmly explain what has happened. I will also always tell the truth, I always have.

The experiences I have endured in my life could have been major obstacles to experiencing future pleasures and truly enjoying what life has to offer. Having a narcissistic mother, the psychopath and his mother were indeed traumatic events. There were others, and at times, I wondered, and I honestly still do, why I’m that chosen one. I just keep getting stronger and stronger.

Recently, I visited a friend who I’d known for about five years. He’d visited me in my new home when I’d moved and I’d shown him my new town. We had a great time as friends, hiking, visiting the local shops, etc., and we’d always kept in touch. I’d decided to go visit him many months later and also, visit a few other friends up in my old area where I used to live.

On the second day of the visit, this friend had other plans for me, apparently. He decided he was going to rape me. My reaction? I began to fight him and asked him, “What the f*ck are you doing?” angrily. He persisted, telling me, he deserved it, which only made me angrier. Now, we are only friends, there was no hidden agenda on my part and he knew how I felt. I kept fighting him, telling him absolutely not, no means no.

At this part, I will tell you he had been drinking.  That should not excuse him at all. He knew what he was doing. When he realized that I would not give in to his demands, he then told me to leave his home. It was 3 a.m. and he told me to leave. I had a one and a half-hour drive home and had not slept yet.

I took my things, packed my car and left as quickly as I could. By then it was 3:30 a.m. I was exhausted from battling him and no sleep. I knew I had a long drive ahead and was not looking forward to it.

The next morning he texted me. He threatened me. I ignored his text and didn’t respond. That’s why I say he knew what he was doing. If he knew enough to text me the next day, he certainly remembered what he did the previous evening.

The second day, he texted me again. I ignored his text again. He never texted again.

What did this experience do to me? I felt let down about people. Knowing someone for five years, thinking I knew someone for five years and having them turn on me in this way made me wonder if you ever really know anyone. Who can you trust?

What I did learn is that I can trust myself. I fought this man and said no. He probably thought I would give in, but I didn’t. He probably thought because it was the middle of the night, I wouldn’t leave. I didn’t care what time it was, I didn’t want to spend another minute around a person that is that soul-less.  I spent about two weeks dealing with what happened. He turned into garbage that should rot in hell but that’s not my call. I’m sure he will get his in the end.

I mentioned fear and how it rears its ugly head in different forms. This man has prostate cancer but refuses to take the appropriate medication for his condition. Why? Because he told me that he wouldn’t be able to function as a male could if he did take the meds his doctor wanted him to have. I told him he was shortening his life if he didn’t take them. He said that his virility was more important. I told him that was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard. That was a conversation we’d had over a year ago. I suppose his fear of not being a real man became juxtaposed into an attempted rape that night. I feel sorry for him. He’s not a real man anymore.  Maybe he never was.  And his prostate cancer has nothing to do with it.

Update: The Soul-Less Sexual Predator dared to text me recently. I did not respond. This is what he said. “Hey. Let’s be adults and start communicating again. It’s in the past already and I have no hard feelings and I miss talking with you. I think we can still have good times together. I know you were upset. Oh well, lmk one way or the other.”

Really? I told you he had no soul. He also has no brain cells. Let’s break it down.

I’m the adult, you’re not. No, I don’t want to communicate with an as*hole. It’s in your past because your mind doesn’t realize attacking a woman is a violent crime punishable by law. There’s something seriously f*cked up here.

I wonder how many other women he’s attacked. He has no hard feelings? For what? Apparently you don’t realize what you did. Recidivism rates vary and I won’t discuss them here because of the immense variables.

I can tell you that after talking with close friends about this ordeal, another woman admitted to me that 5 years ago he had sexually stalk-texted her after she had met him. I wish she had shared that information but she was so disgusted but it/him she hadn’t wanted to talk about it. A prime reason why the recidivism rate for sexual offenders can vary so greatly. Women don’t always talk.

I certainly don’t miss this unfortunate excuse for a human being. More than upset, I was disappointed in him and disgusted. I was angry at his behavior. I’ll never speak to him again.

If ever called to court, I’d be happy to speak at him, there’s a difference. Women need to be protected from this type of predator, the sheep in wolve’s clothing.

Peace.

Sorceress.

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