Watch Out, Here Come The Burundanga Rapists!

Move over MSG & Progesterex, for here come the Burundanga Rapists!
For those not in the know, Burundanga is the newest drug of choice in the world of hormonally overcharged control freaks! Apparently, the rapists and the wanna-be rapists of this world have finally woken up to the fact that Progesterex, like the holy grail, was a myth after all. That MSG in Coke was not the aphrodisiac it was purported to be. And that a vast majority of the forwards on Date Rape Drugs are the stuff urban legends are made of.
However, the perverts were not deterred, which is why we now have the Burundanga to watch out for. And guess what? This time, the pervs have become creative!
No more the hackneyed method of slipping pills into drinks when the intended victim is looking elsewhere distractedly.
In an inspired stroke of genius, they are now handing out calling cards which are, yes..you guessed right, doused in Burundanga!! These vile smelling cards will, quite naturally, paralyse us women into a zombie-like trance, incapable of thinking or reacting, allowing the perv brigade to have their lustful ways with us.
Now, this is what the latest Urban Legend in cyber-space would have us believe.
I came to know of the Burundanga threat the way most of us hear about such bad news....Through a forward. Fortunately or unfortunately, consistent exposure to the threats of date-rape drugs, life threatening female hygiene products, carcinogenic personal care products and their likes have made a skeptic of me. To me, such scare-mails prey on more on female vulnerability than actually promote their safety.
Even so, as I stared at the intoxicating forward in my inbox, the Burundanga began to work its magic on me. Forward it to all your women friends..it crooned soothingly to me...Forward it to all the men you know so that they can worry some more about the women in their lives. I would have probably succumbed to the delicious voice and mindlessly hit forward, if it hadn't been for my Iron Will which demanded in shrill tones that I google.
And thank goodness for small mercies.
It appeared that while Burundanga did exist in the dark alleys of Columbia's criminal world- Quite natural, considering that they grow the dratted trees!!! - the drug also had no noticeable odour or taste and required prolonged contact for appreciable effect. Research suggested that if there indeed were pervs lurking about in the civilised world with the Burundanga scented cards, they would have to be incredibly horny to have followed through on the idea. Either that or downright stupid!

Of course, this is not to suggest that women should take the threat of rape lightly. Most definitely not. As young children, quite a few of us were told to be wary of strangers and any delectable offerings they may proffer. We were taught the difference between the 'good' and 'bad' touches. And we were taught to scream for help the minute someone, by word, look or gesture, set the alarm bells clanging in our heads. The rules did not change when we grew up. On the contrary, most women of today apply it across a wide spectrum of activities that they engage in. The fact is fear of rape is embedded in the psyche of almost all women. And women are wired to be cautious.
So, do we really need to perpetuate mindless panic through hoax-mails that only serve to play on the fear factor?
While we cannot stop Urban Legends from mushrooming in cyberspace, surely we can stop to check its veracity before hitting the all important forward button.
In a world already bridled by negativitism, do we really need to propagate fear any further?
I think not!