Okay, just a small update to say something that's been bugging me for a little while. Men who "soot" (or is it "suit"? God alone knows) at women in the road need to be put in jail. They really do. I should not have to walk down the road and hear terrible little kissing noises for no reason.

I mean, by definition it is clearly sexual harassment, because it is unwanted sexual attention. Would anyone reasonably consider receiving this treatment a compliment? A man basically telling you with one little sound, "I would bone you if I had the chance"? No, this is not a compliment, and any woman who chooses to take it that way needs hugs. A lot, a lot of hugs.

What I want to see is how these men, young and old, would react if they happened to hear someone "soot/suit-ing" at their mother/daughter/sister/aunt/grandmother in the road. I can only imagine that this sort of attention wouldn't be too pleasing. As a matter of fact I can picture this situation leading to CUTLASS ATTACKS.

Yet it's hard to muster such a thought and express it to the perpetrators of such acts when one is walking on the pavement outside Convent's brother school. For some reason, I picture a family with Convent as the refined, sophisticated and progressive older sister, and this College as the marijuana-addicted and somewhat impaired little brother who suffers from Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder and is given to breaking things for no apparent reason, while older sister Convent plays the piano and shakes her head, trying to tune out his antics.

The young men attending this College-- and indeed the young men breathing the air of Trinidad and Tobago-- would do well to learn some basic manners. This would include learning not to laugh off a well-deserved reproach from someone whose rights you have just infringed upon. Or perhaps we should follow the advice of Fifi/Cornbeefgirl/whatever and pass a law that allows educated women over a certain age to possess guns.

Or maybe the solution is that I need to get out of this country.

I am pathetic. Look where my righteous anger goes: in a fucking blog.