“Today, my mother and I went to the beach. I’m a 20-some woman and she’s a fairly hot lady herself, no lie. Obviously this means we were around other girls in bikinis, par for the course. I was lying face down on a blanket and my mother was lying face up, just enjoying the weather.
We heard this whirring noise above us and I looked up and saw a remote-controlled plane–one of the square ones that can move really articulately in all directions. No big deal. I turned back down and napped more.
Then I noticed: a. It was getting really close to women. Like, straight up in their asses close, flying really low, staying there for probably three minutes at a time, and b. it had a camera on it.
It then decided to target my mother and I and hovered over us. I got mad and decided that, fuck this, I was going to throw a water bottle at it and take it down (not the best choice, sure, yeah, I know) and it immediately backed up when I advanced on it. So I knew the operator was nearby. Sure enough, there were two men up on the dunes nearby holding the remote, so I put on all my clothes first and then ran up to them. The person holding the remote was probably sixteen; the other was what I can only assume was his father. He was around forty-some. He was also giving the younger kid directions.
So I walked up to the older man and said “That is seriously creepy.”
“What?”
“You flying around your creep drone is really fucking creepy.”
“It isn’t going to hurt you.” He sort of laughed at me now, and I saw red here.
“I’m not worried about my PERSONAL SAFETY, though I am now worried a bit for YOURS. Your drone is creepy and violating. You need to take it out of the air, or I will.”
“Fine, it won’t go near you”
“No, I need it out of the sky. Now. You are violating every woman on this beach. Get it out of the sky.”
He actually got the kid to call it back and packed it up. Even so, I left. I am so mad that I was violated in that way–and the potentials for anyone else being violated that way.”
