Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Don't Steal Show: Episode IX

The Don't Steal Show: Episode IX
Me: We haven't had any women on the show for a couple of days, so tonight's show will be about modern women and their problems. My first guest is a politician. Always happy to see more women represented in our government. Here she is, Senator Sharon Sanderson!

(Enter Sanderson, squeaky clean as a young flight attendant. I get up to greet her with a warm hug. We take our seats.)

Me: Thank you for being on the show.

Sanderson: Not at all. I'm pleased to gain support for my initiatives.

Me: Good. Do you think they suffer for addressing women's needs?

Sanderson: Oh yes. Definitely.

Me: How?

Sanderson: One example is the opposition I face with the new law I'm trying to pass, Bill C-95, that would introduce harsher penalties for ogling women in public.

Me: Why don't they support that? No one likes those oglers.

Sanderson: Sheer discrimination. Men have the majority and it's not their problem.

Me: Male relatives are affected.

Sanderson: Not directly. That's why I want to make eye contact with a woman illegal for a man in public places -

Me: Any woman?

Sanderson: - unless he's on familiar terms with her.

Me: Any eye contact?

Sanderson: If you don't know her, you'd not be allowed to look at her.

Me: Isn't that a little radical? And what would the punishment be for breaking this law?

Sanderson: Death.

Me: Are you mad? How did you last in politics?

Sanderson: (tensely) The usual way, I slept with a House Leader.

Me: (to the camera) Honest to a fault. Let's hear it again for Senator Sharon Sanderson everyone!

(Applause. Commercial.)

Me: The second of my fair visitors is a young lady who has recently passed her basic training as a naval aviator. Let's hear it for Lieutenant Helen Strang!

(Enter Strang in dress uniform. I greet her with a playful salute. We smile and hug, then seat ourselves.)

Me: You don't look Chinese.

Strang: No, it's short for the English word 'strangle'.

Me: (backing out) You must be fit. That's some basic training program you have. Even the men find it hard. Why did you choose such a challenging occupation?

Strang: Several reasons. I needed to prove that a woman can stand up to any challenge that a man can.

Me: Commendable.

Strang: I wanted to train my body for self defence.

Me: It doesn't hurt.

Strang: And as a pilot I am capable of adding to the number of women in the space program.

Me: All for it - especially if they look like Barbarella from that movie!

Strang: But the most important one is personal. I feel that it sets me apart from other women.

Me: What's that?

Strang: (gleefully) These outfits are so in!

(Commercial.)

Me: Rounding off the guest portion of tonight's show is a professional woman who experienced sexual harassment on the job. I think this is a problem that needs to be talked about, folks. And now, Miss Hannah Francis!

(Enter the sensibly dressed Francis. I get up to greet her with a hug and we share a few inaudible words before we take our seats.)

Me: This is a continuing problem in the workplace, I hear.

Francis: It certainly is.

Me: And the offender in your case was your boss?

Francis: Yes.

Me: (looking down at notes) It says here you had to pose as his girlfriend at a party and then he insulted you in his car as he was driving you home. That's no big deal.

Francis: No, he a- ssaulted me.

Me: Oh! Sorry. (awkward silence) Did you do something to him?

Francis: No! He just thought that since he was paying me, he could do whatever he wanted with me.

Me: Hmph! Imagine taking such liberties! How long did you work for him?

Francis: About two hours.

Me: Is that all? What was your job?

Francis: I was his escort.


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Commercial: Gas-in-a-Stick Man Repellant

(Tracy and Allison, parked in their desks, answer phone calls in the reception room.)

Tracy: Mister Peters? Yes, I'll put you right through. Just a minute. Oh dear.

Allison: What's the matter?

Tracy: (softly losing control) I cut him off. Oh God. Why? That's the second time I've done that this week! I think I'm going to cry! (She succumbs to gentle sobs. Allison gets up and goes over to comfort her.)

Allison: I'm worried about you, Tracy. You've been very emotional lately. Are you hiding something?

Tracy: (through her tears, pointing to a nearby office door.) It's Mister Peters! He's been harassing me again!

Allison: Well that's what mace is for, honey.

Tracy: But what if I miss?

Allison: Then here, try this. (She pulls a miniature deodorant stick out of her purse and gives it to Tracy.)

Tracy: (reading its label) Gas-in-a-Stick man repellant.

Allison: It packs the same punch as nerve gas and acts automatically whenever an unwelcome man comes within range. But you won't smell a thing!

(The door opens behind them and Peters steps out.)

Allison: You'll see it in action now.

Peters: Excuse me, do you have the - Uh! (He falls to the floor, clutching his throat, eyes bulging.)

Allison: See? (Tracy is missing.) Tracy? Where did you go?

(The camera pans out to show Tracy on the floor, choking and writhing.)

Announcer: Gas-in-a-Stick man repellant. If you're not wearing it, someone else is.

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