I make white gravy to serve over biscuits and it's LOADS of comforting carbs. (Teppy's stomach aches just reading this.)

Lola got out of the house this morning and started following a lady who was walking her two, well-behaved, leashed dogs down the street. I went out to explain to her that no, I simply couldn't coax Lola back into the house, NOR could I run around for two hours trying to chase her down through the neighborhood.

"Well, maybe she shouldn't be off the leash," Said Bitchy Lady.

NO SHIT! Wouldn't it be a perfect world if one of my children didn't open a door and have her slip out on occasion. She always comes back after a few minutes and I'm not ready to strangle her if I don't have to give chase.

I hate people today.

I love what ita ! said years ago:

We must counter pernicious mansplaining with a grandiose vagenda.

Connie-

The heart of "mansplaining" is explaining to you that your experience isn't real. So when I (who have been sewing for over 30 years) tell my boss at the theatre that it will take me an hour to hem a skirt, and he says "How could it possibly take that long?" and I tell him each step of the process, about the size of the skirt and that I like to have students do hemming, and it takes them much longer than me to do a nice job, he interrupts me and says "It couldn't possibly take that long," and starts offering suggestions to me on how to improve the hemming process THAT's mansplaining, even though there wasn't much explaining going on.

Now the first question is sort of annoying because I am an expert, it is the NOT BELIEVING ME when I detail my expertise that is mansplaining.

I think.

My male students do it to me and the designers, too. I think they are just trying to sound smart, but they will speak in fittings like they are design experts. I usually just laugh at them, though, because I have the power there!

Also (unrelated to mansplaining at all) I have a new person I am assisting at work, who happens to be a man. They are trying to decide about hiring someone, and so I am working with him to do a needs assessment in terms of a) level of person and b) how many hours they need.

For MONTHS he has given me barely anything to do, but in the past few days, I have been deluged with pretty long term projects.

I just looked at his calendar, and his touch base meeting with our dean is in 2 hours! I think he needs to report his progress and will be reporting as "delegated to Sophia".

My primary boss and I do the dean touch base meeting together as a team and each report on our own stuff most of the time, so this has never happened before.

I just realized that I've been mansplained to during sex.

Me: Gentle. Gentle. That's not gentle!!
Him: I know.

Oh, man, this Jezebel post really nails it: [link]

"The fucks are on backorder." Indeed.

Author just wrote me from his gmail account: sexyboyb@... That's taken my appreciation of your professionalism to a whole new high, Professor.

Author just wrote me from his gmail account: sexyboyb@...

Ahahahaha. Your job wins today.

I used to love biscuits and gravy, but have not eaten it in years. Worst mansplanations I get involve disability discrimination/bias. Because I think many white guys(probably not anyone here) get their view of such things from, like, civil rights footage in Alabama in 1955. So they are imagining angry, contorted, AB faces yelling out "cripple, go home!" Which, in my generation at least, has never happened quite that way.(And, most importantly, they know they are Not That Guy, so, there are what? 5 of those, and they will get old and die, and there;s that law anyway, so pretty soon? No more problem. And don't you think your attitude contributed? If you go in expecting the worst...etc. etc.

Author just wrote me from his gmail account: sexyboyb@...

When I worked at a high school program at my university, one of the young men wrote to me from "leothelionman6969@...."

And then, of course when he came in he was a cute little nerdy boy-- but hardly leo the lionman 6969.