Someone on Facebook asked: “
Do you find that Chassidish people on Facebook tend to be just perverts, or do they just lack the proper skill and approach?”
As Rabbi Pinky would say, 'es iz an eppis tiefe shailah, b'emmes!
My first comment was "
More perverted than anybody else? Or normal? I have met far fewer pervertim from a chossidische background on the internet than from any other group. But I don't know enough about perverts to judge."
Strictly speaking, that last assertion isn't true at all. I know plenty of perverts. Almost all schoolboys qualify, and so do most adult men. San Francisco is a hospitable environment for twisted sexualities of all kinds.
Half of the population is male. There's your statistical sample right there.
I just haven't met any Jewish perverts yet - there aren't enough Jews in SF to render them common.
I hope they have a sense of humor, or perhaps a cheerfulness about whatever zesty depravity they would like to get up to. That would be nice.
Most perverts, however, are drably predictable.
BACK MAN
Looks away when an attractive or immodestly dressed woman approaches, then stares intently at her rear after she has passed. That tingling feeling up and down your spine? That's the ectoplasm from his gaze, touching you where you don't want to be touched. That sudden chill? His eyes have ripped off your blouse and bra from two blocks away. Not bold enough to even scope you out with a sideways glance, never the less fiendishly obsessed. You've seen him do it to other girls.
He'd be a serial killer if he weren't so bland.
DEGENERATE
Standard issue troll, who tries to cop a feel on a crowded bus, or undresses you with his eyes. Most likely to make a crude proposition, then denies having done so if you accuse him. He is probably married to a child-woman twenty years his junior. Does sales or marketing for a living. Can be sidetracked entirely by mentioning sports - when he's going on about the Lakers, he won't even notice you escaping.
DIRTY OLD MANA fossilized noodge, so delighted at sitting next to a young girl on the bus he just can't keep his eyes off her. Has a thing for knees. Radiates body heat, smells of second hand clothing. Creepy, but mostly harmless. Unless you are really cute.
FRUSTRATED, MEDICATEDTalkative neurotic. You try and try to ignore him, but he just cannot stop yacking about stuff that is of no interest whatsoever! Looks you straight in the eye so as not to betray that he has already mentally undressed and violated you repeatedly. Acts like a complete gentleman, but in his imagination he is doing stuff with a fantasy version of you and a tarpaulin, tight ribbons, handcuffs, mayonaise, and frilly black lingerie. Or worse.
Once you get home, you imagine something similar - same tarpaulin.
But there's an empty bucket, a pair of pliers, and a baseball bat, instead of the jar of mayonnaise.
IDENTITY CRISIS
Desperate middle-aged dilwad with a sportscar. Doesn't want sex, just wants to be seen as (still) sexual. Attracted to stacked blondes or hot dragonlady vixens, they are the perfect accessory. Flat-chested Chinese girls do NOT interest him. Can actually hold a conversation, though his eyes keep wandering off to the side like he has a nervous tic.
JADE FREAKSerious fetishist. One of his things is the cute little Asian creampuff with a winsome face and little girl mannerisms. He's so desperate that he will even date Philippinas - all he cares about is the type, not the personality. If she coos and pouts he'll cream in his boxers. Conversationally, he's a disaster - once he catches your eye (from two blocks away!!!), he'll ask about your family, your sisters, your cellphone, your e-mail address, what fun and unique South-East Asian language do you speak (oh wow, what a coincidence, he speaks it too!) and do you like steak? Flowers? Spanking?
JOCKOn the football team, all raging hormones and splendid macho muscles, and boy does he have an ego. All the girls want him, what's wrong with you? He'll even ignore the fact that you have glasses and no boobs, you should be flattered! Sometimes he just likes Asian chicks, they're not as demanding as blondes; if you don't leap at the opportunity now, you'll just be frustrated later, too bad, bitch.
When he's in college, he's going to use date-rape drugs.
RANDY PANTS
Highschool boy. Really, that's all there is to it. Even at fifty years old.
So frustrated, despite visiting the powder room twelve times a day, that he just HAS to tell you that you're a very nice intelligent person, NOT like the other girls, and really cute, he doesn't mind small, really! Spoils everything by looking at every set of boobs that passes by, even if they're eighty years old.
No attention span. Sweats. Sometimes blinks. Resembles a lizard.
SMALL BREAST MANCaptivated by flat chests. You catch him staring at you at the bus-stop. The next day he's there again at EXACTLY the same time. Feigning a friendly disinterest, he'll try to start a conversation about the weather. Or the pigeons. Or how old you are. By the fourth day you get on at a later stop. On the fifth day he's there too.
The sixth day you take a different bus.
TESTICLES IN LIEU OF BRAINSBoisterous and no morals. What you look like isn't nearly as important as the fact that you are breathing. Likes everything he sees, as long as it has curves and can walk on it's own. A cheerful and friendly vulgarian, but you should NEVER tell him your name - he'll remember it the next time he sees you, two years later, when you are with all your relatives in the middle of Chinatown. You can't remember him from Adam at that point, and your mom is frowning - worthless girl, why are you hanging around with white boys?
It's a mine field out there.
If you've ever wondered why girls spend a lot of time in the shower, now you know. It's you. We're trying to wash you out of our minds.
周小燕 --------------------------------------------------------------------
But then there's also this dirty-minded fellow:
http://atthebackofthehill.blogspot.com/2010/06/care-for-drink-miss.htmlDespite his bluster, he really isn't interested in any other women than the one he's already caught. Unless they rub themselves all over with
fine tobacco and lie wiggling naked on a bed of matured flue-cured ribbon, smoking a cigar.
But even then he probably wouldn't risk it.
The only danger you would run around him is cancer from the second hand smoke - yeah, he's probably all red eyes and heavy breathing, but that's only from the burning leaves.
No sotah here, folks, just keep moving along.
周小燕
