Game and False Guilt

She was provocative.
There are ways of being flirty and cute without going too far. Plenty of young ladies manage it. She didn’t get that. But ask her, and she would have insisted she was a good girl.
Perhaps she wasn’t fully aware of it, but the overall affect of her dress and mannerisms was provocative. As an attractive slender teen in a Texas public high school, which happened to boast a high male teacher count, this was simply dangerous. The tension went on for quite some time, always just below the surface in the sense few wanted to talk about it. As was common among typical feminist-controlled public education nationwide, these men weren’t willing to say what was obvious. The male students were less restrained, but no one was really surprised, and boys certainly didn’t criticize it.
Then one day a substitute teacher showed up. He didn’t last long, of course, because he was morally honest, and he had Game. He was fully conscious, and spoke the truth. When she acted in her normal provocative fashion in his presence, he warned the young lady in question. Not telling her she was wrong, but simply informing her the consequences of her choices. She burst into tears and cried on the shoulder of at least one female teacher. It so happened, the woman had at least a partial grasp on reality.
After a buildup of similar incidents, the school simply stopped calling this particular substitute teacher. Meanwhile, through the inner turmoil and passage of time, the girl toned things down a bit. Some tried to make the fellow feel guilty, but he was having none of it. He spoke the truth, feelings be damned.
This is the way of it. You speak the truth and pay the price. When society demands some bowing and scraping over feelings, and you know it’s wrong, don’t. The world is wrong, and until we start breaking things, like fragile silly emotional structures and fantasies born of feminist mythology, things won’t improve. Sometimes you’ll crush a girl’s heart, but the alternative is promoting lies, because her feelings are built on deception. It doesn’t require hostility, nor activism. It requires speaking the truth when confronted with anything which amounts to a question. Typically I’ll simply absorb things without comment, unless something in the encounter strikes my mission consciousness. I’m not the truth police, just honest as much as possible.
Don’t apologize to anyone, nor even that false condemning voice in your head, planted there by a lying culture.