I wish this was the kind of world where say, 'Wow, I'd like to punch you in the face,' and people would understand that it's not a way of reducing you to a set of bruises and ignoring the rest of you, but rather a way of saying that I may not yet know your mind, but your face inspires passion.

The "Backpfeifengesicht Project", in other words.

"Righteous woman, would you like Sabbath candles?"

This made me laugh and laugh. Mostly because of the idea of someone addressing *me* as "righteous woman."

It made *me* think of "Octopus woman, please let me go".

The "Backpfeifengesicht Project", in other words.

I may need that one on a t-shirt.

Dude, the open source boob project sent me seething. Partly, because I don't know what the appropriate response is to that question, other than to take a pic and post to Holla Back.

I mean, my physical response is to spit in the face of the person asking the question. It seems the most appropriate and least violent (in terms of arrest and prosecution) option. Words fail. A big lung clam in the face seems to me the best way to shock and dehumanize the offender in the same way they'd be dehumanizing me.

I don't understand what the dude didn't get about it being on par with getting harassed on the subway.

Krav shall set you free.

IJS.

Would you krav the dude, ita?

"Righteous woman, would you like Sabbath candles?"

It would kinda make my day to be asked this. Probably because I live in Seattle and the odds of it happening are only a teeny tiny bit above zero.

I'd like a "no" shirt. Anything to contradict the sign I'm evidently wearing, invisible to me but clear to everyone else, that says, "Hi! Ask me for directions! I know where I'm going and am kind and helpful!"

The problem is, it's mostly true. I just don't know why I get asked more often than any of the other people from my office, who are equally non-threatening and also wearing visible employee badges, especially given the way I walk around so locked in my own little world that you all but have to jump in front of me and say, "Boo!" to get my attention in the hall. It's happened all my life, though--it's just picked up in intensity since I started working at a hospital.

I don't understand what the dude didn't get about it being on par with getting harassed on the subway.

It's basically his own version of Mardi Gras, isn't it?

Which one is tonight? I've lost track of your schedule.

Empires. I'm going to watch their set, take some pictures if I can, possibly mock them to their faces if there's time, and then run away from them before they can give me mono. And before Al the impossibly hot bassist can tell me something gross that I didn't need to know. To ice the foot that hates me from standing for 11 hours a day and pogoing because Gerard Way told me to.

I wish this was the kind of world where say, 'Wow, I'd like to punch you in the face,' and people would understand that it's not a way of reducing you to a set of bruises and ignoring the rest of you, but rather a way of saying that I may not yet know your mind, but your face inspires passion.

this.

Krav shall set you free.

vote we set Krav free unto the OSBP.