Nubian queen
Gender and race fail! Also creepily imperialistic for a hat trick of NOT ON.
Does anyone else deal with the anxiety of trying to figure out how far behind someone has to be in order for the option of holding the door not applying? Because, I kind of hate it when people are holding the door for me and I feel obligate to rush/jog so they are not holding it for an interminable amount of time waiting for me.
New Orleans has a lot of gender based manner things. Ladies tend to order things first at nice restaurants, there's the gentlemen's hat check at places like Commander's Palace, and then there's the whole Ms. (first name) or Mr. (lastname) which kind of freaks me out because it seems different for black people and white people. The South is fascinating (for a New Englander) and EVER so fucked up with all this.
We now acknowledge our neighbors with a "good morning" or "good afternoon" when we are out walking, and wave to people in the neighborhood while driving by, even if we don't know them.
I need to make a rule against people calling me a Nubian queen,
what's the problem? heh.
Allyson, it occurs to me that women have always been imprisoned, wounded, and killed in wars. The sticking point seems to be giving them weapons and training them to fight back.
Brilliant insight, Toddson.
but this morning, I saw the one on my right boob that is now turning purple, and just now, I was scratching along my right side and thought "Ow!", lifted up my shirt, and saw a huge purple blotch midway down my torso on the side. They're all in a row, so it's obviously from the seatbelt last Thursday.
Oh, I remember those well. Er, vaguely for the first few days. But well after that. If it helps, the silver lining is that your insurance company clearly will know you were wearing your seatbelt.
Sorry though. I also recall they hurt, as bruises that deep and extensive tend to do.
The sticking point seems to be giving them weapons and training them to fight back.
There's so much cognitive dissonance involved in the dude's letter I can't even begin to untangle it.
Nubian queen
And I went to a TOS Star Trek place, Squire of Gothos, except he said Nubian slave. Never mind me.
This country has seem women captured and women sent home in body bags since the first Iraq war and there's been hardly a peep about it. Women are dying in combat now, but because their role isn't considered "combat," their chance for promotions is reduced. I wish we could move on to "all soldiers, whatever their gender, are protected against sexual harassment"
CV! Pictures!
I hold the door for everyone. I run to get the door for people who look like they'll have trouble. I often become entangled in my coat, but usually someone trying help makes it worse. I am irritated when men do that little dance at doors and elevators to let women go first, because it usually just gets in my way.
So I had a nice lunch with former co-worker who told me a bit about his new company (employee-owned, reasonable size but not enormous, pretty good benefits, interesting work), and came back to find out that My Nemesis had "neglected" to inform me of a significant change in one of our projects.
I could very easily have embarrassed the fuck out of myself because she can't be bothered to keep me in the loop. Actually, I misspeak: it's not "can't be bothered", it's intentional leaving-me-out so that I will embarrass the fuck out of myself.
