Tuesday, November 30, 2010

COST THIS...


We can estimate how much a strikes,, HIV/AIDS and people who abuse sick leave cost the economy. However, we fail to estimate how much sexual harassment costs.

Sixteen Days of Activism Against the Abuse of Woman and Children kicked of on 25 November and we are all suddenly inundated with stories sexually and physically abused women and children. I’m not underplaying the seriousness of these crimes but somehow sexual harassment in the workplace goes unmentioned.

It bothers me that the government and other statistic producing companies have all kinds of stats for all sorts of things except sexual harassment and discrimination against women in the workplace. You’d think that this is an important statistic. Let me break down what sexual harassment, in my opinion, costs the economy.

The Cost of Litigation- Civil and Criminal
Women who dare report sexual harassment are likely to want to see the cases through to the very end. They may want settlements or the men to be severely punished. Most costs related to sexual harassment are intangible, but surely costs related to litigation can be reduced to hard cold figures.

Counselling For Victims
Sexual harassment for most victims is traumatic and they need to be counselled so that they can be productive citizens and move beyond the incidences. Most companies think just because someone has been given a warning the situation has been dealt with, this is because sexual harassment is treated lightly and the long reaching effects on the victim and the perpetrator are ignored. So why isn’t this considered to be a cost?

Decreased Productivity
The time a perpetrator takes to harass his victim at work is a loss of productivity. The time the victim wastes on thinking up ways of dealing with the perpetrator is a loss of productivity. The time the company takes to deal with the harassment is a loss of productivity. The increased absenteeism by the victim who is afraid to come to work because of the abuse is a loss of productivity. And you are telling me this can’t be measured?

Reputation Loss for Companies Who Don’t Deal With Sexual Harassment Well
I can list companies who have a bad reputation when dealing with sexual harassment cases. Just go to the CCMAs case load and you’ll see them. I wouldn’t want to work for a company who doesn’t handle my rights as an employee to legal and personal satisfaction.  Companies lose the very best female employees because of this.

When it’s all been said and done, sexual harassment costs our economy big bucks. Just because the majority male CEOs in our country don’t think that this is a real cost, it is.  It is almost as if we are fighting a losing battle.

No man has a right to treat a woman like her sole purpose in life is to be pawed or to spread her legs. I just hope in a decade when we look back we no longer worry about sending out wrong signals to our male colleagues because they will no longer look at us as commodities but as intellectual equals.

Sexual harassment is the biggest form of professional disrespect and it is time it stops. 

Monday, November 29, 2010

The Hippie’s Favourite Clichés on Life

Life Is
A consequence of many things. Some good. Some bad. Some out of our control. Some in our control.

More than my next pair of heels
Thats right. Its about the people we share moments with. Family. Friends. Its the hard times that shape us most and the people who hold us together during these hard times mould us and yeah, Im glad I have such a great family and such beautiful friends.

Life is
New experiences. New realisations. New places. New faces.

More than what the world sees
There is so much depth in each of us. Sometimes you meet a new person. You might or might not have a conversation with them. You might or might not let them in. And sometimes after a decade of knowing them you realise, you havent even scratched the surface of who they are.

Life is
A smile. A cry. A laugh. A shout.

More than what you have
Sharing is really caring. Giving something that means the world to you to the next person who needs it more than you do. Offering a helping hand, because you can. And opening yourself up, even though you might be copied or your ideas stolen or maybe you might be betrayed.

Life is
For the living. I love my books, but I cannot live through them. They are not the air I breathe. The heart that breaks. They cannot taste on my behalf and laugh at that joke for me.

Im alive and I love being alive. Its not always flashlights, spotlights and fireworks. There are times I wish I could stay in my house and not think. Not feel. Not breathe. But there are more times when I would rather share my laughter, my thoughts and my joy. Days when I want to run barefoot on green and hopefully dry grass, and lay sprawled out under a huge tree looking up at the blue African sky on an African summers day.

Living is Loving
Love and be loved.