Ooooh!!!! OOOH! Defying Gravity/Nobody's Side mash-up!!!
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm not as cautious as the average woman, and I should be.
I sometimes worry that I'm not cautious enough when out and about after dark. You only have to be under-vigiliant once too many times.
On the other hand, right now I have my head quite full enough worrying about disability hate crime, for which the stats in this country are getting high enough that there are a number of places I will no longer go to, ever, and a lot of situations that I dread enough to avoid.
In short, leaving the house: it's not as fun as it used to be.
This conversation is making me wonder if Im oblivious to danger around me. I do get my keys out but that's about it. Actually it occurs to me now that Joe is very careful when he is out. It's a by-product of his intel/counter-intel training. So maybe Im more conscious of safety than I thought but I rarely think of it in gender terms.
I have caught up. Yesterday was SUPER looooong. 10am - 1:30am, no dinner break, 4 locations all over Dallas. Wheeee! Tonight is black tie affair at the new Opera House.
My friend C. designed the Save the Dates and will be designing the invites in the same style. Aren't they awesome? We're doing an art deco theme for the party (I'm very tempted to get an awesome art deco cake).C is AWESOME, and the save-the-date cards are super sweet! It's not an art deco cake, but it's cute! (link from cake links WAAAAYY up thread yesterday: [link]
So working super late, one would think I would SLEEEP super late. Nooooo. Maybe an hour more. And with a headache.
There was more. But sleep deprived/headachey head forgets.
Oh. So that's why the big adrenaline rush when neighbor-I've-never-met yelled at me while I was walking the dog. Right.
I think about safety, but I feel pretty confident about it. Strangely enough, the thing that makes me feel the most confident is having been mugged and almost raped.
The way I fought back at once got me (a) beaten up and (b) got me out of being raped and/or murdered. So it makes me feel better that I've been in a situation that was violent and I walked away from it. I'm aware, but not freaked; I don't feel like I am a victim. And I don't feel like because I'm a girl, I'm in more danger (although statistically, I suppose I am.)
I just feel like the world is as it is, it sucks, we should change it, but until that happens, don't fuck with me because I will try my damnedest to FUCK YOU UP.
And I know I will. So that makes me all mellow., conversely.
ARGH, why haven't we heard from the sellers? How long does it take to decide what a counteroffer should be? (Rhetorical question-- I know it can vary.)
But still... I WANNA HEAR NOOOOOOOOOOOW.
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ah! that's what I was going to ask. last week, new co-worker said something along the lines of "one in three girls will be inappropriately touched during her childhood. And coincidentally enough, that is about the same odds of women getting raped." Which really floored me. Both stats. Is that anywhere near accurate?
There was no good luck at the flea market. I came out in negative numbers. It was so cold no one came, and then it started raining. Also, my truck wouldn't start. A kind person helped me jumpstart it. I swear there wasn't anything on, so I don't know what is going on. When does the do-over start?
"one in three girls will be inappropriately touched during her childhood. And coincidentally enough, that is about the same odds of women getting raped." Which really floored me. Both stats. Is that anywhere near accurate?
When I organized Take Back the Night it was "1 in 8 women will be sexually assaulted in her lifetime" but I recall reading somewhere recently that that statistic was bogus. I haven't had any luck so far on Snopes.
If asking someone not to touch you and having them persist is inappropriate touching I doubt anyone my age grew up without it. And nobody ever who has a sibling.