Mmm... Chocolate...

 What if some people were made of chocolate?  Lucious lucious chocolate....  Not their fault, not something they chose--what if they were  just born that way?

And what if I can't control myself around chocolate.  (Which is pretty close to true, by the way, I can control myself just about enough to not take someone else's chocolate without permission.)  Not my fault, really; I was just born with this craving.

But what if that combination means, when I'm around the chocolate people, eventually I bite them?  Just bite a big chunk out of them and chew it up and swallow it before their horrified gaze as they clutch their damaged limb?  I don't mean anything by it; it's just how I am.  I can't help it that they're so lucious I can't control myself.

When I look at it this way, the answer is pretty obvious.  There's only one ethical choice I can make.  I have to restrict myself to places where there are no chocolate people.

And realistically, when my choices are to control myself or to never leave my house, it will probably turn out that I *can* control myself around choccolate people.  If I really want to.

And *that* is what I think about sexual harrassment.