Dear U.S. Air Marshal Adam Joseph Bartsch AKA Adam,
I’m beyond disappointed, Adam. As an air marshal, you should know how to behave on an airplane, especially when you’re on active duty. Using your rank to board the plane first and then taking upskirt photos with your cellphone as the rest of passengers headed down the aisles is such a grotesque abuse of power and position. And how could you possibly think you’d get away with it, with a walkway full of witnesses? It didn’t take long for one of your female victims to notice the pervy photoshoot you were conducting without her permission and she didn’t hesitate to snatch your phone away and complain to the flight attendant. The plane was grounded for an hour — I’m sure everyone loved that — while you were hauled off to the pokey after admitting to your misdeeds. Now you’re in the process of being suspended and/or fired, as the TSA does not tolerate criminal behavior and is fully cooperating with investigators. I don’t expect you’ll be flying on a plane in an official capacity again. Keep reading »
Let’s get one thing straight: I would not permit the bros behind YouTube channel Simple Pickup to motorboat me for any amount of money for any cause. That would be a resounding NO. In the name of breast cancer awareness, however, the guys managed to persuade over 100 women into allowing one of them to squeeze their breasts together, stick his face between them, and, well, motorboat ‘em.
Unlike the rest of the Simple Pickup “pranks,” which range from videos of them harassing strangers at gay-pride parades to tips and advice for “guys like you” to “get laid” (ew), this one is seemingly not only harmless, but well-intentioned: they’ll donate $20 for every woman who lets them get on in there. They made $2,080, but this clip is little more than yet another installment in the growing case of taking Breast Cancer Awareness Month and turning it into a sexualized sham that’s more about letting weird dudes grab your tits than cancer prevention, and there’s no glory in that. In fact, some of Simple Pickup’s tougher online critics call for the group to be called out by law enforcement for sexual (and otherwise) harassment. No way, man, they’re just trying to help “guys like you” to “get laid,” right?! It’s totally honorable! [The Daily Dot]
Super creepy former San Diego Mayor Bob Filner is facing sexual harassment and assault charges from three women who were allegedly victimized by him. Filner resigned in August after 18 women, including his employees, came forward with allegations that he had touched them without their consent. The AP is now reporting that the California Attorney General will charge Filner with two counts of battery (misdemeanors) and false imprisonment by violence, fraud, menace or deceit (felony), which are filed by three female victims being identified as Jane Does. Filner admitted to “”intimidation” of women, but denied committing any sexual harassment or sexual assault. He initially refused to resign after the allegations and notably entered two weeks of “counseling,” then left after just one week. [AP; UT San Diego] [Image via Getty]
It used to be that pick-up artists (PUAs for short) would just use the power of supremely douchey words in their attempts to “woo” women. But, oh, how I long for the days of good ol’ fashioned negging now that PUAs have taken to straight up sexually harassing and/or physically touching their intended conquests and, on top of that, actually documenting their actions on YouTube. Remember the guy who was approaching women he didn’t know on the street and physically grabbing them, “sweeping them off their feet”? Sure, many of the women in that video laughed it off as a prank, but there must have been countless more women who didn’t appreciate being accosted by a strange man while being filmed.
But forget about him; there’s another extreme PUA on the up and up. Freddy Fairhair, a Norwegian YouTube personality, thought it would be really funny and cool and not creepy at all to approach women on the street completely naked. With a boner. Keep reading »
It ended as quickly as it started. I felt his hand squeeze my butt, heard him shout “Nice!” and caught a glimpse of his back as he bolted off the subway car. I stood there, clutching the metal pole, utterly paralyzed. Did that really just happen? Did a random man just grab me and proceed to proudly proclaim to the B train that he had violated me?
Yes. It did.
I stood there, stunned. I began looking back and forth, desperately searching for a forgiving pair of eyes, a sympathetic nod of the head. Instead, I saw two young men smirking at me, their eyes scanning my Betsey Johnson dress, as if to remind me that what had just happened, if it was anything at all, was something I had brought on myself. Keep reading »