Monday, August 6

Bitch slap….

Last night I was chatting to mate of mine and we got talking about slapping people in the face. He said he would hate to be on the receiving end of one of my slaps seen as I punch like a man (thanks Beers). It is a hug insulting thing to do to someone and is as low as going for a man’s crown jewels. This got me thinking to the last time I actually slapped someone.

My oldest friend in the world, we will call her Candy, because she is really really phenomenal eye-candy, and I used to fight so badly they wouldn’t have put us on Jerry Springer. (Bear in mind we lived in Boksburg back then) We hit each other with belts, wet towels, basically anything that would cause a welt and sting. We regularly slapped each other so hard the hand prints remained for hours. Many times our parents would come home and we would have bright red faces from slapping each other so hard. I pushed her into a cupboard once, she pushed me to the ground. I slammed the door in her face so hard, paint came off. This was all before we were 12, before we had grown up a bit. Now we don’t fight at all but we always marvel at how we used to lay into each other. People who hear these stories and know me well cannot believe it, I guess once I left the Burg I didn’t need my fighting skills anymore.

There was one occasion when we were very proud of our slapping abilities, this time someone else was on the receiving end and had to face the wrath of both of us. Candy has a little sister and when we were in STD 5 she was in grade 2. Was an incredibly cute kid and Candy and I used to give her a pretty hard time, but we were also very nice older sisters. A few of us, when we were in STD 5, were in a war with the girls in the year below us. I believe it was over sitting rights of a particular bench. So one of their boyfriends and his mate who was our age came to the school one day after a particularly intense fight, and stumbled across Candy’s little sissy. They pushed her to the ground and called her some mean names. This was all kinds of unacceptable. Candy and I gave those boys a nice red face and ear they will never forget. (After a good talking to first of course). In the mean time the rest of our mates were taking down the girls in the lower year.

People laugh when I say be careful I’m from the Burg, they look at me and say, yeah you really rough cuteness…

Remain Infinitely Cute
XXX

Friday, August 3

Biting the Hand

I’m sure most of you have heard about the fifth year med student who was raped at Bara this week. I felt the usual amounts of sadness and rage for this poor girl, who was violated in the worst possible way.

It has always amazed me, how people can hurt those that are there to help them. This is a lesson I learnt in my first year studying law. We went to sit in on a case where a young female lawyer would go into poorer and rural areas to offer legal assistance to people who couldn’t afford it, and to educate them as to what their rights were etc. a hugely noble act considering she was a public prosecutor, and we are all aware of how swamped they are, and she did this pro bono work in her own time. One day, she was walking through a tunnel, where she was attacked, raped (more than once), mugged, beaten and shot 5 times in the back. Her body left in the gutter, in a puddle of mucky water, face down. I can describe this image so clearly because I saw the case file. Now the men accused could not afford legal council and so the state provided them a lawyer, as this is their right. My problem with that is that the lawyer was in fact the victim’s friend. Their lawyer was bound by ethics, to give them a decent defense. All valid and reasonable expectations but knowing it was her friend added an extra sting to this already disturbing story. I stopped studying law after that and it has taken me 7 years to return to the degree.

Now I hear this story. I have a considerable amount of friends studying medicine and they regularly work at Bara. I know that this degree requires a huge commitment of roughly 10 years minimum but to do it, one requires passion! When you hit roughly 5th year, you work in the hospitals almost everyday, doing 24 hour shifts etc. And no pay. Granted you are learning. But you are offering medical care to those who cannot afford it. It is indeed noble! And then one of the students is raped.

Justice? Is there such a thing?
And don’t even get me started on so-called “Karma”

Remain Infinitely Cute
XXX