The International Business Times has published a striking piece
claiming that Anthony Weiner is a "Facebook stalker." Toward the end, the article offers a misplaced quote from the Boston Globe
to buttress the idea that Weiner had conducted sexualized chats with Gennette Cordova. (Not true.) But the most intriguing suggestion comes toward the article's beginning:
Dealing him further embarrassment, it has been suggested that Weiner might have forced himself on women he met online.
Dealing a blow to the English language, it has been suggested that a swinish use of the passive voice can force a writer to employ iffy grammar.
In an earlier comment, I reacted in a skeptical fashion to the idea that someone can be "forced" into phonesex or sexualized online chat. To put the matter to the test, I (with the permission of my ladyfriend) did something I haven't done for a long, long, long
I hopped into an internet chat room.
Being rusty at this sort of thing, I didn't expect much to happen. But within a very short time, I encountered a married woman from Tennessee who expressed some dissatisfaction with her husband. To use phrasing that a writer for the International Business Times might understand, it has been suggested that affairs outside of matrimony had occurred in her past and might occur in her future.
Already, I was starting to feel victimized.
And then she sent me a photo of herself in a bikini. Oh god. Oh god. There it was, happening on screen right in front of my eyes. SHE VICTIMIZED ME!
Understand: Throughout this session, she never received a single image from me. Worse, she never asked for proof of my claimed age. She had only my word that I was above the age of consent. In other words, she's a pedophile!
The agonizing ordeal of victimization continued. She forced
me to accept a series of increasingly intimate photographs.
First the tight dress...
Then the lacy nightie...
Then the fetishy maid's uniform.
I was being cyber-raped. Over and over. Nothing could forestall this onslaught. What could I do during this ordeal, except repeat the Ave Maria
while praying for a quick demise?
When she sent the face-down-in-bed image (it has been suggested that the underwear was skimpy), I knew precisely what those poor people in the Warsaw Ghetto must have experienced.
For long, unbearable minutes, she offered a gruesome description of how she planned to victimize me with her mouth. Then came the ultimate act of victimization. She sent me a frontal shot of herself with her 38D breasts fully exposed!
Humiliated and horrified, I could feel tears of shame burning my cheeks. Even after the ordeal was over, I remained curled up in a fetal position for an hour, screaming in psychic agony.
Yes, such cruelty does exist in this world. I know. I know all too well. For I, too, am a victim
It has been suggested that I now have no choice but to reveal this woman's identity to the world -- to her employer, to her children and to her husband. That reaction would be justified, don't you think? Obviously, she had no reason to expect discretion
Speaking as a victim, I feel entirely justified in revealing this woman's face. And real name. Perhaps a log of her chat. Phone number. Exact street address. A Google Street View image of the front door of her house.
What do you
think? It has been suggested that there is no other way to stop the victimization.