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Finally, there was the sexual harassment.
Tub Ring had two of the cutest girls I've ever seen running their merchandise, Sabrina and Donna Scott. The Korean American sisters were in their early 20s, hip, and curvy. I don't think either of 'em could walk into a room and NOT have a line of guys following them. I may not be the most politically correct people out there, but if there is one thing I AM sensitive to, it's harassment. Years ago, I worked in the same health food store kitchen as a young woman named Mary who broke up with me. Who knew I was supposed to get mad or break down and cry? My failure to do either sent Mary into a vindictive passive aggressive rage, and she began to tell the rest of the cooks (all women) that I was sexually harassing her. We had gone out of our way to keep our relationship on the l.d., because the guy who owned the place was something of a freak, so no one knew of our extra-curricular relationship. I nearly lost my job until one of the other women found out that Mary and I had dated, and then she put two and two together. It was a harrowing experience, and left me forever extra-sensitive with regard to my behavior toward women I work with. On the other hand, Jamie was a bit... less sensitive.
This isn't to say that I'm some sort of prude or that I don't make passes. Once Donna and Sabrina knew I had a girlfriend, and a kid on the way, I was labeled "safe" and the three of us talked a LOT of shit. How horny we were. How we desperately needed to get laid. How we liked to get laid. Other things we're into in bed.
Jamie, by a couple of reports, had made "uninvited remarks" at Donna, to the tune of "So hey Donna... when do you wanna go bone?" I don't think it helped that Jamie looks a bit like a young version of Rocky's Cousin Paulie, complete with rumpled hat, stubble, and workout suit. It got to the point where Donna took me aside, told me she'd made up a story about having a boyfriend, and asked me to play along, which I gladly did.
So there are the three foundations of getting kicked off tour: drunken antics, war with Tub Ring, and sexual harassment. Next week: the catalyst and aftermath...
Finally, there was the sexual harassment.
Tub Ring had two of the cutest girls I've ever seen running their merchandise, Sabrina and Donna Scott. The Korean American sisters were in their early 20s, hip, and curvy. I don't think either of 'em could walk into a room and NOT have a line of guys following them. I may not be the most politically correct people out there, but if there is one thing I AM sensitive to, it's harassment. Years ago, I worked in the same health food store kitchen as a young woman named Mary who broke up with me. Who knew I was supposed to get mad or break down and cry? My failure to do either sent Mary into a vindictive passive aggressive rage, and she began to tell the rest of the cooks (all women) that I was sexually harassing her. We had gone out of our way to keep our relationship on the l.d., because the guy who owned the place was something of a freak, so no one knew of our extra-curricular relationship. I nearly lost my job until one of the other women found out that Mary and I had dated, and then she put two and two together. It was a harrowing experience, and left me forever extra-sensitive with regard to my behavior toward women I work with. On the other hand, Jamie was a bit... less sensitive.
This isn't to say that I'm some sort of prude or that I don't make passes. Once Donna and Sabrina knew I had a girlfriend, and a kid on the way, I was labeled "safe" and the three of us talked a LOT of shit. How horny we were. How we desperately needed to get laid. How we liked to get laid. Other things we're into in bed.
Jamie, by a couple of reports, had made "uninvited remarks" at Donna, to the tune of "So hey Donna... when do you wanna go bone?" I don't think it helped that Jamie looks a bit like a young version of Rocky's Cousin Paulie, complete with rumpled hat, stubble, and workout suit. It got to the point where Donna took me aside, told me she'd made up a story about having a boyfriend, and asked me to play along, which I gladly did.
So there are the three foundations of getting kicked off tour: drunken antics, war with Tub Ring, and sexual harassment. Next week: the catalyst and aftermath...
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