Jersey Girl Dodges Date Rape
I wandered over to my new neighborhood bar the other night to engage in an old Valdez ritual: house red and the New Yorker. I took a stool between the two generations of regulars. To my left were the red-faced old men, goofing off and watching sports. To my left, a UVA-looking white hat and his prey, er, date. Mr. UVA looked about 26 or 27, he was good-looking, cocky, talked just a bit louder than everyone else. His lady friend was skinny and big-chested, with curly dark hair and a bit more makeup than she needed. Typical cute Jersey girl. Anyway, Jersey girl was kind of hassling Mr. UVA, I think about wanting to go home or not feeling comfortable about something–I couldn't tell because she was using her inside voice. He pretended to listen to her and then interrupted mid-sentence and touched the stud in her nose. "Is this new?" he said, going on with some drivel about how she had this great way of spicing up her conservative style. Then he started talking about getting a cab back to the city together. I cringed. Here comes the date rape, I thought.
Jersey girl surprised me then, because she started talking about having a friend come pick her up. The more Mr. UVA told her not to worry, it'd be fine, etc., the more she thumbed out texts on her phone. Then her phone rang. She went outside and never came back. I was so proud. It took Mr. UVA about 15 minutes to realize what had happened. "Balls," he said, ordering another drink. "That's what I'm texting her. Balls."
6:00 pm
Wow you sound incredibly jealous.
Don't you have better things to do than listen to other people's conversations?
12:23 am
"Hey, let's all make jokes about date rape! That school, UVA, they have some date-raping guys down there. There's one right now! Ha. What a rapist."
You and your random, baseless accusations, your gross generalizations and your holier-than-thou attitude are all about as awesome as date rape.
There... see how funny it is using date rape as a punchline?
9:15 am
Not as funny as accusing the writer of being "jealous" of attention from skeevy dudes. Deep down we all just want to be raped, don't we?
Also, to be fair, the punchline is "Balls."
9:35 am
I'm not too sure that UVa guys would be hanging out in your neighborhood and dating girls with nose rings. Sorry.
10:44 am
So, there are two thing happening here.
One.. Some guy is trying to take a girl home, girl says no, girl leaves... and, somehow, the guy is a thwarted date rapist? Would he have been a rapist if he'd had half-sleeves and a can of pbr? No, he's a racist because he's wearing a hat from a state school.
Two... this glib attitude about date rape is disgusting. Maybe we can work in some lines about Romanian abortions or female circumcision next time.
10:47 am
Irresponsible blogging can shatter any journalist's supposed credibility. Tread lightly.
At best, this post is guilty of not being entertaining, at worst, it is stereotyping, biased, and libelous.
11:27 am
I can't tell whether the red wine and New Yorker bit is there to prove you're cooler than the UVA guy.
Guy wants to get laid, girl's not into it and finds her own way home...sounds normal enough to me. Now, if you took a sample of her drink and found Rohypnol in it, then you might have a story.
Cheap and not up to any sort of journalistic standard.
11:26 am
Angela, I like your writing - and your LNS expose is a particular favorite. But in this entry, I have some problems. You call a guy "UVA guy", but your only proof is a "UVA-looking white hat". There are plenty of white hats out there. You call the girl a "Jersey girl" - but you have no clue where she's from. There are a lot of women roaming this country that look like they're from Jersey. Trust me - I grew up in Pittsburgh and went to grad school in Baltimore. Tighten up your standards - verify the hat and the girl's state of origin before your imagination kicks in. And read The New Yorker at home.
Christ - you've made me make an LNS-like post.