Sexual Harassment

No matter what Harry or Susan says, there is always an element of sexual tension whenever the opposite sexes work together - no matter how big a hermit you claim to be. But where do we draw the line where it is not flirting and just plain Sexual Harassment as Michael Douglas found the hard way in Disclosure? +/-

UK recently passed new laws (LINK LINK2) to protect employees from sexual harassment. According to the amendments, the employers are now responsible to protect the welfare employees sexuality. What does that mean? Bring in the Marshall Law and put on the Big Brother policy at work? So is the employer supposed to be putting his energies to make the firm profitable or babysitting horny adults?

Interestingly, The Employment Equality (Sex Discrimination) Regulations 2005 amend the Sex Discrimination Act 1975 to provide that a person subjects a woman to harassment, including sexual harassment, if:

(a) on the ground of her sex, he engages in unwanted conduct that has the purpose or effect –

(i) of violating her dignity, or

(ii) of creating an intimidating, hostile, degrading, humiliating or offensive environment for her,

(b) he engages in any form of unwanted verbal, non-verbal or physical conduct of a sexual nature that has the purpose or effect—

(i) of violating her dignity, or

(ii) of creating an intimidating, hostile, degrading, humiliating or offensive environment for her, or

(c) on the ground of her rejection of or submission to unwanted conduct of a kind mentioned in paragraph (a) or (b), he treats her less favourably than he would treat her had she not rejected, or submitted to, the conduct.

But that is just my argument. The laws are there to protect the female gender. In this world of equality and all (LINK), who is there to protect the males, as we see in this clip:

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Better than sex

I have known it for a while, but have purposefully refused to acknowledge it - the worst part of my depression is knowing the fact that she's moved on and I - no matter what I do- just cannot! I am at a standstill sitting on the edge of the Niagara Falls. I just wish somebody would simply push me...

Most of you probably are reading this post because of the title and not because you are simply concerned of my welfare. So for those of you, behold: it is best that you learn the truth now - there is nothing better than sex, except probably:

1. Licking the bowl after you've made that yummy chocolate cake
2. Finally getting your turn to pee after holding it for an hour during the football half-time
3. Nuzzling the ear-bud in your ears after a long hot shower.

Most of you will still find sex better. Well, who am I to argue?

Tahiyat lakum, baladi al-habibi

Tahiyat lakum, baladi al-habibi. Greetings to you, my beloved.

And the rest of ya all mere beings in this universe enjoying my misery.

I have finally landed in the jungle of buildings - a completely different world when I last left it 14 years ago! Mind you people change and this is the city of change - so who am I to grumble for missing the desolated desert that I had left behind?

I am always amazed by the fact that just when I think what could be worse than this, life would somehow manage to throw a curve ball and take me to strike three - and suddenly you're out sitting on the bench with that glum look on your face!

One of my primary reasons to leave the freezing warmth of UK was to dump the burden of some, correction - all of the memories of you that have been engraved in my grey matter. Apparently these haunting enagrams do not seem to care that I have journeyed across oceans sitting in chairs and eating food meant for small people. I just learnt that "dwarf" is no longer politically correct to say.

The moment I landed at the hotel, flashbacks worse than what Matt Damon had in the Borne Trilogy began bombarding me. As the sexy and smiling Philipino opened the door for me I was instanly taken back years ago while visiting you. The reception where you waited, the room where we met, the bed where we snuggled, the shower under which we kissed, and even the cute pink apples on the corner table - all reminded me of you. I so wanted to jump off the 24th floor where they put me - good job there were no open windows, I guess!

I am trapped in this weird historical dream from which I cannot wakeup. And just looking you in that picture with him made me realise that I am going to be stuck in this nightmare for a long long time...