The sweet sound of 'Guilty'

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**TRIGGER WARNING**

While I did write about it early on, like many survivors of sexual violence, I have been keeping a distance from the proceedings surrounding the trial of Jerry Sandusky -- the former Penn State defensive coordinator who was accused of sexually abusing multiple children over a span of years. The case turns my stomach. I literally vomited a little in my mouth the first time I heard about it on the news.

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I was lucky, if you could call it that. "Just" inappropriate touching. Not just one perp. More than one over the years. Both genders. It really messes with a person's ability to trust. All it takes is one time to make you realize it's not the weird guy on the corner. It can be anyone. Only those of us who've experienced this can really understand this truth: The "stranger" is your babysitter, the school custodian, your mother's boss. The trusted youth leader. The coach. Sin City Siren on the Jerry Sandusky verdict.

Return

Last Friday night Sweetie gazed at me across the table at Il Pescatore in Jack London Square. He took a sip of his scotch (neat). I held my glass of chardonnay.

“So how are you feeling about it?”

“I don’t know,” I replied. “I mean, I want to go. I want to see them again. But it’s probably going to get all god-ey, so there’s that. But I’ll just have to deal, ‘cause I just want to see them again, and I want to get on with this.”

“It” is the annual Reno Air Races Volunteer Appreciation Dinner. We weren’t even sure if they were going to have one this year. Notice was so short that we were informed, not by a formal letter as is the usual practice, but via a phone call that morning from Anita, the volunteer in charge of all the Box Seat Security volunteers.

“How about you?” I asked.

“Well, ever since you told me Anita had called about whether or not we wanted to volunteer again, I’ve been having really weird dreams. Not really air race stuff, but really bizarre dreams,” he said. Sweetie was speaking of another call Anita had made a couple of weeks ago to see how we felt about volunteering this year.

We don’t talk about it so much these days. Every once in a while we check in with each other. Mostly though, I think he and I have both just shoved it down. It works most of the time. Except when it doesn’t.

Today I’m wearing the shirt I wore that day. He has never taken off the rubber bracelet he got from one of the box owners.

Tonight we will be seated in a hangar with those volunteers who want the races to continue and who wish to be a part of them again.

Tonight we return to Stead.

I already have a knot in my stomach and a lump in my throat.

I thought I’d be different!

Lessee…I’ve tried Amway (in the 70′s), Tupperware and Mary Kay (in the 80′s) and I finally figured it out.  

Since then I’ve run from any person trying to get me into any business that requires that I continually recruit new marks in order to make money. Who among us (women especially!) haven’t been to a house “party” where part of the pitch is to “become a consultant, distributor, partner, etc.”

These companies, and hundreds more like them, rely on the inability of most people to do the math and apply some critical thinking.

There is No Way you can make a living just selling the product.  Like a pimp, you must constantly recruit and recruit and recruit. Seems to me if you want to make money you want more market share, not more competition! Furthermore, unless you get in on the ground floor of these highly unethical schemes, your chances of making any kind of go of it are next to nil.

Nice to see a website dedicated to the scam that is multi-level marketing. http://mlm-thetruth.com/