Rape Like A Man

The folks at O'Shea's are all atwitter over the capture of perv fugitive Peter Bernstein, the homo who dressed like an NYPD firefighter to assault a New York lady in her Chelsea apartment over the summer. When the little hippy realized he was about to be arrested, he tried to kill himself by slashing his throat instead of going out like a man in a gunfight, preferably with hostages.

This shit is all part of a trend. Not a day goes by without me reading about some college queer who slips GBH or some such into a gal's drink, then lugs her back to her dorm for some dead fish action. Disguises? Narcotics? What the fuck is wrong with kids today?

Haven't any of 'em heard of good, old-fashioned rape? You want it? You take it! The way it's always been done.

Yeah, yeah. I know. "Rape." Both you and the gal know you're just cutting out the boring scenes, like a film editor. So the young men of today are losing the respect of women when they take the long way around the issue by slipping mickeys and dressing up like it's a fuckin' Halloween parade on Christopher Street. Life's all about respect, and you ain't gonna' get it unless you take it! Do you think Margaret Rottincrotch is going to look up to you in the morning after you went in back door while she was passed out, drool on the pillow? With that approach, all you can bank on is yelling in the morning and cops in the afternoon.

But if you "take charge," so to speak, she'll treat you like her pops on St. Paddy's. If you can't look a woman in the eye and say, "I'm only getting what's coming to me," then you don't deserve her respect.

Like I always say to the kids: "Think about it, if you're able."

- Frank McManus