I willingly shed my all girls school biases so I could attend university with an open mind. It gave me a bit of a culture shock in my first year. Boys did not always respect girls and peer pressure sanctioned this behavior.
I would hate to strike anyone as being puritanical but every social gathering that took place by sundown made me want to carry a Taser to prevent rape, physical abuse and other teenage violence.
I was introduced to the Taser C2 in one of my older sibling’s weekend trips home from university. He talked about how a couple of wiring 15 feet long with darts at their tips protected the user from the target.
He assured me I could legitimately carry a Taser to prevent rape by the age of 18. I could fire at any part of the assailant’s body, he added, even if I was intoxicated or accidentally took a date rape drug.
I did not expect his lecture would soon give me a reality check. Not only was he right about the Taser C2, he was dead on about what happens in college.
A boy I was with during a music festival was being nice to me all of a sudden. I guess I did not seem like the type to carry a Taser to prevent rape. I did not mind because I was with friends in a place I had been to, and he was a fellow dormer.
We were in the thick of the crowd, kids who were intoxicated and blissed out, when he made a quite forceful sexual proposition. I turned it down and he got mad. I had to deal with him all by myself.
The incident taught me to be less accommodating at the risk of losing friends. When he realized I was dauntless enough to carry a Taser to prevent rape, he withdrew. The sight of my C2 was all it took.
