I've been taught my whole life to avoid physical confrontations. To talk my way out of dangerous situations or just not get into them to begin with. Tom was not brought up this way.
The men here in Dominica are probably mostly good people, but with an unemployment rate approaching 27%, there's a lot of not so good males lining the streets. These men go out of their way to make lascivious comments and lewd suggestions about my body and what they'd like to do with it every time I go out. Tom says I should dish up a macing and a beating whenever I feel like the line has been crossed. But, 1) I am loathe to instigate a physical component, and 2) I fear reprisals against my person and my home. We stick out like the white foreigners we are (half white anyway), and everyone around here knows who we are and where we live. It's gotten to the point where most days I only go out to walk the dog or with Tom as an escort. Which makes Tom give me a lecture about having a victim memtality.
I am torn.
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