It is true that men have sexual urges and that young women’s attire can distract men. It’s a false nuance to suggest there can be proactive measures done to help children and teenagers not get raped; a prayer cloth isn’t the barrier between whether or not an adult man will make the decision to try and touch you, and I don’t know what would make you think otherwise. Normalizing the compulsion of people who are gifted with the responsibility of guarding children’s lives — whether in an official capacity or a familial one — is not being “realistic.” It is allowing for a space in which predators can have a space in young lives.It is not a kid’s job to accommodate adults in not sexualizing them.And no matter how nuanced you try to make it sound, the fact of the matter is that all roads outside of “targeting and raping children is wrong and the rapist’s fault only” ultimately lead to that end point. Not even a Wes Anderson joint, but something you might see as part of a museum exhibit before you head to the dinosaur section. Folks are squinting their third eye so hard trying to find the 2nd side to the story that they are landing cross-eyed, Badu included. Weekly updates about all the pop culture, race & politics, Bougie Black People™ shit, and other grand tomfoolery we cover here on VSB. One commentator is Dany Baraud, chief archaeologist at Regional Direction of Cultural Affairs of Aquitaine.Some hundreds of metres of engravings in the new find depict animals including bison, horses and rhinoceros, plus humans.
(In 1994, a cave was found in the Ardeche region of south-eastern France with drawings and engravings dating to about 30,000BC.) (Reported in The Australian, 6 July 2001) 30,000BC: In 1994, a cave is found in the Ardeche region of south-eastern France with drawings and engravings dating to about 30,000BC. ” Hazard lights blinked a pulsing symphony of angry red while alarms bleated in terror.He winced, shoving the burning intrusion back into its shadowy box, and wrestled with the yoke.The jet’s carcass carved a path of fiery ember across the pristine beach. Santana’s eyes popped open at the sound of his old sergeant’s voice and a gigantic breath burned into his lungs.A flock of birds nestled in the palm trees at the sand’s edge panicked and took to flight in a flurry of flapping wings. His temples pounded like an angry war god beating a drum.