Reasons why I am not a teacher-- I feel that most people who think critically will end up agreeing with me.

Secretly? I do, too. It's my critical thinking shame. Woe!

DUDE. RANDOM MALE CO-WORKERS I DON'T REALLY KNOW SHOULD NOT ASK ME IF I PARTICIPATED IN BOOBQUAKE. I feel vaguely oogie now. Am I overreacting?

Er, no. Unless you have an very friendly and open relationship with the male co-worker in question.

Go, checklist ita! I have washed dishes, made the bed, and researched ING Direct accounts, as D's workplace retirement account does not match.

Does anyone have advice on that front? I don't have a retirement account (medical bills cleaned mine out -- I know, I know, but I had to eat and have a place to live, yo) and neither does D. I'm thinking the ING account to start an ER fund, but I dunno if there are better options for a retirement fund, and if we should create separate ones.

My practical/feminist heart says yes, but OTOH, if we both track our contributions, if we did a joint account, we would have more cash in there to collect interest.

Thoughts, O my wise ones?

DUDE. RANDOM MALE CO-WORKERS I DON'T REALLY KNOW SHOULD NOT ASK ME IF I PARTICIPATED IN BOOBQUAKE. I feel vaguely oogie now. Am I overreacting?

No. No, you are not. I liked it as an exercise in "Look, let me show you how it does. not. work. like. that." But then boys started paying attention and it got all icky.

I missed the whole Boobquake thing somehow. What were you supposed to do for it?

You were supposed to show cleavage in order to provoke an earthquake as that Iranian cleric had suggested female licentiousness was contributing to instability of the earth's crust.

I forgot. Also? Hello. Workplace.

Ugh, Jilli. I do not understand people.

I am done with the huge project o'doom I was working on. Now... to TJs!

No. No, you are not. I liked it as an exercise in "Look, let me show you how it does. not. work. like. that." But then boys started paying attention and it got all icky.

Yes, yes exactly!

Amy, Boobquake.

(I'm sure this will be an x-post.)

I hate it when boys are icky like that.

I showed my cleavage. To my husband, and all accidentally, but still. Go me?

Here is my other question about this: should I mention it to my (awesome, female) boss? Because while it was a fairly harmless thing, it's still not exactly an appropriate question to ask a co-worker.

I had cleavage today because of my Duro dress. But whatev. Nothing exciting. I also had someone walk in on me in the bathroom because it wasn't completely locked. That was significantly more embarrassing.

Here is my other question about this: should I mention it to my (awesome, female) boss? Because while it was a fairly harmless thing, it's still not exactly an appropriate question to ask a co-worker.

Has the co-worker made many statements that were inappropriate? Did he do it in such a way that you felt he was crossing a line, or was it an isolated social ignorance thing?

If it was just a random dumbass thoughtless question, I wouldn't. If you were totally skeeved, and he's shown a predilection for this, I would. It depends on your interactions with him in the past, and the context of the situation.

This is, I think, the second-ever interaction I've had with him. The first one was a few weeks ago, when one of the other writers introduced him.