The last time I had the full-out "treat women like queens" experience was in this hard-core old-world Italian restaurant in the theater district.
The last time I had that sort of experience was a hard-core old-world Italian place in Vegas. My menu didn't have any prices on it. The grandfatherly Italian maitre de thought I was just
precious.
I have almost gotten into arguments on the bus with men who've insisted on giving me their seat. A) If I'm going to be squished if I sit, I'd really rather stand. B) I hate sitting sideways, and sometimes it makes me bus sick. Why can't my "No thank you." be enough? Sometimes I sit down just because I feel like I'm about to be rude to someone who's being polite.
My CIO doesn't like Bob Marley and the Wailers. I judge.
And I judge you too, if you don't. It's a thing.
There are people who don't like Bob Marley?
Allyson, it occurs to me that women have always been imprisoned, wounded, and killed in wars.
Not to mention raped. Lots of rape goes on with war.
so I can't do anything about her
Yes you can. Nothing legal, but there are WAYS.
Redemption Song is my Go To on days when I need to remember the FPC.
There are people who don't like Bob Marley?
There is kind of a trustafarian frat boy reggae association I'm not fond of. So I tend to get my Jamaican musical fun from Rock Steady and Lover's Rock and Ska. Desmond Dekker and John Holt and suchlike. But that's not Bob's fault.
Nothing legal, but there are WAYS.
I am possibly the least machivellian person around. The best I can do is continue to cc my boss on everything, so he sees what's going on.