This one reminds me of the apocryphal story about Golda Meir, who was told “We want to institute a curfew for women in Tel Aviv because there’s been a spate of rapes.” Her supposed reply, “So institute a curfew for men. The women didn’t do anything wrong.”
My Bais Yaakov was always trying to think of new ways to keep us as sheltered
as possible. Thankfully they never resorted to restricting the places we could and
couldn’t go (except for movie theatres of course) like many schools did. The
administration would attempt to monitor our behavior by placing “spies” at popular
teenage hangout areas, and my friends and I used to getting called into the principal’s
office on a Monday to discuss the length of the skirts we had worn the previous
Saturday night. However, despite their best efforts to control our every move, they
couldn’t protect us from everything.
My school had extensive enough grounds (some grass) and we would often take
a walk around the school during our afternoon Mincha break to get some air. Our third
period teacher was usually late, which gave us a slightly longer break than usual. One
afternoon we were sitting in our third period class waiting for the teacher, when two of
my classmates burst into the classroom sobbing hysterically. We got the story from
them between their dramatic, heaving gasps. These two girls had been taking a
pleasant stroll outside when a truck pulled up in front of them and both the driver and
passenger dropped their pants, exposing their naked buttocks.
There were girls of various religious backgrounds in my class, and some of us
probably would have welcomed a naked butt at 2:30 pm if only to add some excitement
to our day. These were not those girls. This was the most male nudity they had seen in
their lives thus far, and they were decidedly horrified. My friends and I delighted in this
story, we had a new respect for the two men who had nothing better to do than drive by
the nearby parochial school and moon the uniformed students. I can only imagine the
delight that the girls’ reaction on their end must have caused.
My school dealt with the pressing issue by informing that us we were no longer
permitted to go outside during our Mincha break, lest we all get mooned. They also told
us that if we were to go outside, we were not to sit down. Sitting or “lounging” in the
grass may be seen as provocative and might encourage drivers of passing cars to
expose themselves to us. This rule was proven extremely ineffective, however I did get
detention for lounging in the grass, but only for my own protection of course.
Story by KJ.