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Victim My Ass
If only it was me in his shoes
Cruising through Yahoo’s home page this morning, I found yet another story concerning an educator having sex with a minor half his or her age. As usual, the educator was going to jail. Nothing new there.
The 31 year old adult in this equation happened to be female — and from the picture, a very good-looking woman. The “boy,” who admitted to pursuing the relationship, was not pictured. So why am I writing about this today? Because the minor has been referred to as a victim. Victim? I got yer victim right here (grabbing my crotch).
Back in middle school, every boy who had Miss Borden as his Spanish teacher left her first class with his eyes spinning and loins bursting. Miss Borden was incredibly hot. Only in an adolescent’s sweetest dreams could he have sex with Miss Borden.
As far as I know, nobody did. But if I had, it would have been one of the top ten best days of my 70 year old life! And probably number one on that hit parade.
So yeah! I get that this woman has to go to jail for getting drunk and mounting a teenager (or lying back. The article doesn’t specify, unfortunately). I’m not sure I agree with all that. Yet I accept it. But calling the kid a victim? Come on!
I’ll tell ya what. Fifty years from now, he’ll be sitting at a bar with one of his geezer friends and talking smack about the amazing day he seduced his teacher (actually she wasn’t his teacher — but you get the idea.) My point: He’s not a victim. He’s a lottery winner. Don’t paint him as the former.
