» Prejudice

too young?? probably . . . . . . but no need!!
OK, let me paint you a picture . . . . . . .

Long long long ago, as a teenager, I was extremely rebellious and never felt I had enough attention being the youngest of 5. I felt unattractive and overlooked by boys and I certainly wasn't popular!!

When I was paid some attention, of course that was it, I soaked it up like a sponge and I certainly wasn't letting go of it. I held on to it the only way I knew how with teenage boys . . . . sex!

And I loved it!! Wow, the feeling of doing something soooo wrong felt so good. Getting all hot and sweaty and trying something new every single day was unbelievably sexy and hot. Climbing on top and rocking back and forth, grinding pelvises together was just the start of it . . . . . . . .

But then it happened, the inevitable. When you play with fire you get burnt and this was definitely the case. When stupid little teenagers do things that are meant for adults. . . . . . . I became pregnant at the tender of age of 15 and not late 15 about to turn 16 but apparently on my 15th birthday!!

Many many months later, after I had my little one, I was waiting in line like a little old age pensioner waiting for my pension. That's what I felt like too. I was actually waiting for my child benefit (which every single person in the UK is entitled to independent of income) when this old man turned to me . . . . . . .

Well this old man was like Victor Meldrew: on first appearance he was this little old sweet thing but then when he opened his mouth he spoke like a viper with a thousand knives on the end of his tongue, his words cut so sharply!!

He looked at me so sweetly and so innocently laughing, 'you certainly aren't old enough to be claiming a pension' and not being ashamed of my son I said 'no, I'm waiting for my child benefit'!! Well that was it, he gazed upon me and pierced me with his icy, evil old man glaze that could probably have killed a thousand little cute bunnies in mid hop!!

While looking me up and down with his nasty little old man look he spat 'you little filthy hussy, If I was your dad I would have thrown you down the stairs repeatedly until you lost that thing and then I would have kicked you out the house, you nasty little drain on society'

It didn't matter to him that I was going to college, getting my A-levels, it didn't matter that I wasn't in fact a drain on society, I wasn't living in a council house or claiming benefits. Now I am a full time employee supporting my family in my own paid for home.

When I explained to him that I in fact was not claiming benefits and that everyone was entitled to what money I was waiting for independent of income. He locked me with that gaze again and hissed 'even' pointing at his shoes. I looked at him baffled, what on earth did his shoes have to do with anything?? And then he said it . . . . 'what colour are my shoes'??

And then I knew not only was he a prejudiced little old Rottweiler but he was also a racist and prejudiced nasty beast of a Rottweiler disguised in this sweet little old man's disguise.

even now as a mature uni student my tutor even said . . . . . . .'or you can get pregnant at 15 and live of the coucil in a nice little council flat' . . . . . .. . what the hell is it with people being obsessed with teenage mothers and council houses??
(Sun 4th Apr 2010, 22:04, More)