Saluting the braveness

It is anything but easy to talk about events from the past that you don’t look back fondly. Yet here are 3 women talking about rape and how they survived and also thrived after the incident.

I think it is incredibly brave of them to do so. Worldwide there are still people and whole societies believing that the onus is on a woman to be not raped. If unfortunately, it happens, then it is the victim who is to be blamed for letting it happen. Most victims go through life with a guilt they never are able to get rid of. Though most certainly NO ONE asks for it.

misslisted says “I am also moved to tell this story now because I am shocked and alarmed by the utter lack of clarity and insight on the part of some politicians recently on the subject of rape.” This post, would hopefully, also serve as a response to our very own people who believe rapes are caused due to chow mein, short skirts, girls not being married as soon as they are born or girls staying out late or whatever other stupid excuse they come with up.

Rape is caused by one person choosing to violate the rights of another, an act of violence. Period. Anything said to justify the act is just a pathetic attempt to look away from reality.

Marry not an Engineer


An Engineer

Found this on a post on which cites as the source where the writer in turn says he first saw this on a little yellow card distributed by Schweber Electronics in the late 1960’s. Whatever the source this is damn funny.

Verily, I say unto ye,
marry not an engineer.
For an engineer is a strange being
and possessed of many evils.

Yea, he speaketh always in parables
which he calleth formulae.
He wieldeth a big stick
which he calleth a slide rule.
And he hath only one bible,
a handbook.

He thinketh only of strains and stresses,
and without end of thermodynamics.
He showeth always a serious aspect
and seemeth not to know how to smile.
He picketh his seat in a car by the springs thereof
and not by the damsels.

Neither does he know a waterfall
except by its horsepower,
Nor a sunset
except that he must turn on the light,
Nor a damsel
except by her weight.

Always he carrieth his books with him,
and he entertaineth his sweetheart with steam tables.
Verily, though his damsel expecteth chocolates when he calleth,
She openeth the package to discover samples of iron ore.

Yea, he holdeth her hand
but to measure the friction thereof,
and kisseth her
only to test the viscosity of her lips,
for in his eyes shineth a far away look
that is neither love nor longing,
but a vain attempt to recall formulae.

Even as a boy, he pulleth a girl’s hair
but to test its elasticity.
But as a man,
he deviseth different devices.
For he counteth the vibrations of her heartstrings
And seeketh ever to pursue his scientific investigations.

Even his own heart flutterings
he counteth as a measure of fluctuation.
And his marriage is but a
simultaneous equation involving two unknowns.
And yielding diverse results.

Verily, I say unto ye,
marry not an engineer.