According to an investigation by a TV program, there are about 84% women having experienced at least once sexual molestation during their lifetime. The figure seems to be unbelievably high than generally expected. The hardest thing is that it isn’t easy to define what is sex molestation. Overt assaults from one’s superiors are not unusual in competitive companies or in public offices, though few victims are willing to expose the indecencies of their bosses for fear of losing their job or being scandalized.   Crowded buses, cramped trains and subways, and remote woods and gardens are the places where sex offenses often take place.

   During a large gathering, one of my classmate told us about her experience of dealing with sex molesters. She said that her first experience was when she was only 9 years old when a man suddenly took off his clothes and masturbated before her. She was startled and ran away in a frenzy. After graduation, she became interested in detective stories and knew the cause of the behavior of these jerks. So when she met another man at dusk one day, who was busy unbuckling his belt and taking off his trousers, she said in a calm and deliberate tone, “There is no need to make such a fuss, sir.” The man was caught off-guard and became dazed with his hands on his pants. He little anticipated such a reaction from a lady and his excitement turned into blankness. Seeing that she had out maneuvered the villain, my classmate walked away, her head erect and proud. Her courage won my admiration. Several classmates joked about her cruelty, for fear that the startled man might become impotent later. Who cares? He deserved it if he did.

(This is a draft of my blog written in October, which fails to reach its full length. Anyhow I published it at least to fill in the blank space.)