Dear co-worker:

Please consider using the other categories we have instead of leaving all of the sites that were assigned to you under the same initial category, the way you got it.

I can't do everything.

Best,
She who has no idea why it isn't weekend yet

I woke up with a headache that hasn't gone away yet. God damn tree sex.

A 23-year-old kid at work told another one of the girls he likes to date cougars

Grammar is hard. I first read this as "... one of the girls [whom] he likes to date [goes cougaring]," and was surprised that you could use it as a verb. Then it was "one of the girls [whom] he likes[, he told her] to date cougars."

Am I the only one this shit happens to? I swear I can read!

To be fair, cons also have a lot of women who (just as in normal society) seem to be (for whatever reason) very, um, attention-invitey and even appreciative of leering, if not groping. NOT ALL. And most are fine with groping from people they know and not strangers, which is totally their right, but there are some who at least give the impression of being okay with the leery/gropy thing, and even if they're just being polite and actually really do mind it, not all of the attendees have the skills to perceive that, so they think it's fine. And that doesn't make this whole thing okay at all. I'm just saying, it ends up being somewhat reinforcing of the behavior.

That was all very presumptuous-of-motivation of me and vastly oversimplifying, but I do know women who might, in the con atmosphere and in the swing of things, find such a thing entertaining and even flattering. Which does promote the atmosphere which PM and Jilli describe, which is no good.

Whew. Basically, I'm saying that whole thing was dumb and they should have known better, and also I can see how such a thing would get started.

For what it's worth, I have very seldom been harrassed in any way at a con, but that's probably because I am often a) full of the look of doom, b) accompanied by the likes of Joe, and finally and perhaps most significantly c) small of bosom.

In Look of Doom news, I will add that the only times strangers ever approached me when I was out dancing was when they came up from behind and thus couldn't see the look on my face. I have an unwelcoming face.

Oh, my god. I cannot tell you all how much I am looking forward to going home after work and not doing anything but watch TV. I don't have another concert for a month, and I plan to take many naps.

Where are shrift and Dana? I need someone to be vituperative about the morning for me, since my coffee is broken.

eta: YAY

Now my brain has a whole bunch of "You might be a cougar if....." type lines bouncing around.

You might be a cougar if you are old enough to have once babysat your date.

You might be a cougar if your date is younger than your child.

You might be a cougar if your car is older than your date.

Last night was my free night. I have two rehearsals and a concert, and with traffic the way it is, there's no point in going home between work and the rehearsal.

So I'll be working late. Fucking yay.

You might be a cougar if your car is older than your date.

For Perkins:

Jesus fucking Christ, what the shit is this daylight? Why can't I get this treesex out of my motherfucking sinuses? How are people so stupid that they think I'm talking about a DUDE NAMED RICH when I'm referencing .rtf files? Why were there college students on the El last night loudly AMAZED that there was a 24-year-old in one girl's math class, a 24-year-old who was OMG OMG living with a 39-year-old GASP SHOCK AWE.

Kids these days. Why can't I kill them, again?

Why can't I get this treesex out of my motherfucking sinuses?

I started my new relationship with Zyrtec this morning. So far: watery eyes, itchy ears, itchy nose. However: less sneezing, so this is possibly an improvement.