Go, Jesse!

Every time I read posts here about cat calling and the like, I'm always a bit shocked that these things actually happen in real life it's just so outside my experience. I suppose one of the advantages of being handicapped and therefore being viewed as non-sexual by a large majority of men, is that I have never had to deal with that bullshit. I'm sorry that so many woman here have.

I am very impressed with all the work you put in. VERY.

Aw, thanks! I'm not going to lie -- I am expecting years of people being impressed out of this. And actually, it's been about a day and a half of work, which isn't really that much in the greater scheme of things.

Sunday examination:

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can you decode these stars' 1980s hairstyles?

This is for Allyson: [link]

I loved that. I was feeling pretty blue, there was a gathering of Beastie Boys fans in NY and AdRock showed, resulting in adorable: [link]

And then, BABY BAT YAWNS! Cutie cute cute.

I bought a grill yesterday, and stopped at the butcher shop. Got ridiculous amounts of fresh chicken and beef. I was not catcalled on the way, which is just silly because OMG I AM SO PRETTY.

In case any of you didn't see the Preakness.

I think that the race announcer may not have a voice today.

Yeah, when I learned to shoot at the Becoming an Outdoorswoman workshop, I handled a lot of handguns, and I liked how the Sig fit my hand best. The only issue is that my finger is a little too short to lie along the trigger guard properly. But since then, they came out with a narrower grip, which I think would solve the problem.

I think I would never own a firearm because of my suicidal tendencies. But I definitely enjoyed conquering my fear of them.

Men, down here, find me attractive? Really? I need to live around more Black people pronto.

Such a shame you didn't follow up on that impulse, because then you would be here.

Back when I was bike riding, I'd occasionally get something like, "You go, big mama," which is an interesting combination of insult and encouragement.

I hope everyone appreciates your work, Jesse.

I think I would never own a firearm because of my suicidal tendencies.

I own guns, but haven't done much with them without my ex. They would not be my choice for suicide, because I heard too many stories from cops about unsuccessful gun suicides.

I never got cat-called much, but it's definitely decreased since I went grey. Really, the only people in public who comment on me are women who like my hair.

But as Shrift said way upthread, I really do think that most men fail to understand the implicit threat of sexual violence that a lot of women associate with cat-calling. I was once walking alone on Mission Street in SF, pretty late at night, and it was pretty scary to have a guy come up to me on a bicycle and ride around me in circles for a block, trying to chat me up.

In case any of you didn't see the Preakness.

Wow, that was thrilling. I'll Have Another is a lot of horse to run down Bodemeister like that.

Yeah, cause Bodemeister is a lot of horse! It was an amazing race, truly.