The dictionary’s definition of tramp: a migratory worker that travels, a hobo, or a disreputable woman.
In light of the definition I thought it was ironic that Disney’s “Lady and the Tramp” depicts the “the Tramp” as a male dog who was able to win over “Lady” a thoroughbred cocker spaniel and her thoroughbred male chien friends.
Once a woman is labeled a “tramp” she rarely sheds the label regardless of her marital status or lifestyle; unlike “the Tramp.” She is recognizable because she accuses others of trampdom; she tracks her partner’s every move or hires a private eye to follow her partner, and she undermines any woman that possess the attributes she desperately desires. She cannot be trusted. Therefore, she does not trust or is loyal to anyone.
Just like “Lady,” the tramp enjoys the fixings of a happy life and befriends thoroughbreds, but the urge to conquer is in their DNA. For a tramp it becomes a game to justify insecurities, this is the only way they feel worthy. They do not care if their conquered is a best friend’s spouse, family, or foe – they cannot resist the urge. Just like “the Tramp” they live “footloose and collar-free.”
A female tramp used to be a rarity, but today they’re so numerous that male tramps (married men that are not separated) no longer use discretion; they approach every female or female impersonator who is in their peripheral vision.
The male tramp may target their female prey at any venue. They are so versed that they have a way of complimenting their prey that makes them feel special. After a rough day, week, month, or year, a compliment can work wonders for one’s ego.
In 1994, I was in a grocery store when a handsome man told me that I was beautiful. I smiled and said thank you. Before I could finish my shopping he gave me a bouquet of spring flowers (I am a sucker for flowers). He asked if he could take me out; just when I was about to give him my number I noticed his wedding band. I felt cheap and I thought that he viewed me as a tramp.
I recently had a conversation with a married friend. “You need to get over yourself. Times are hard,” she said. “You need to get what you can while you can from whomever you can!” This tramp revealed herself.
I have relatives and friends that are incensed with my stance to the point that I have become fodder for their jokes.
Let’s face it singles, when a married person takes it past a compliment they see you as a tramp. What other reason is there for such blatant disrespect.
Though a compliment is much appreciated and sometimes desperately needed. My new response when a married man crosses the line is: “who are you calling a tramp?”
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