My sister is in anguish again. In a world such as ours, in a society where homosexuality is stigmatised like Jamaica's reputation screams to the high heavens...
She's just had her third female student send her a "so help me god, I want you too much to be able to keep this to myself one second longer" email.
Now, I'm not going to say my sister isn't an attractive person, or that there is no reason that anyone of any gender should not fall for her, but...isn't saying this stuff out loud (or in email) really embarrassing? If you're straight and pursuing a woman, and not their student, and not at least half a generation older, and all that...aren't people usually more hush hush about things? Why are these boundaries not being respected here?
She's willing to consider that she is being punked and/or it's the same not-sane woman who created a fake research project in order to couch her desires, but even so--WHY HER?
Some of the things she can think of that might lead people to believe she's gay she's not going to change--she won't grow her hair or only rarely wearing pants or stop being notably queer-supportive, but she's said she doesn't talk about her own sex life or her own sexuality in class, so if anyone thought about it they'd realise she's not inviting intimacy--but she's in social studies--she's an anthropologist whose work more often than others will veer into queer-positive arenas, but that's neither a come on nor clearly establishing that come ons are appropriate.
Poor woman. I suggested she have a not-well-hidden lesbian liaison and either establish herself as taken or gay sex off the table as a result of it not rocking her world, and there's always the "but haven't you met my boyfriend???" gambit. But it's rudely unfair that someone is willing to push another person into a position where lying is the preferable way out--and not just someone, but definitely not a specific person--she doesn't recognise her name, even. So it's not like there's a suggestive history between them or anything. But, really, lying should never be a more practical escape from that imbroglio than "I don't want you" or "This is not appropriate."
Still...humans.
Argh! They revised our Snowmageddon forecast upward. It was 3-6 inches, but now it's 5-8. Not on, Mother Nature. NOT ON.
I have a job interview downtown at noon tomorrow. A snow day will make things excessively complicated! (Unless, I guess, they close the public library. Would they do that?)
I am more happy than sad that I pretty much don't get weather days anymore--but I'm definitely most happy that weather days are not going to involve snow. It's a really difficult thing to believe in, if you ever manage to give yourself distance from the reality.
And I am *so* good with that, you don't even know.
Managed to talk sis down a bit from her upset at the latest student shenanigans (this was "I thought I should tell you this while I'm not a student. See you for my master's!" type of unwanted informations) which is nice, but I still can't wrap my head around the why of it all.
And said talking down has ravaged my throat, but I still need to talk to Mumsy and Dada today, since I think I missed last weekend.
The nurse asked me if all her alternative suggestions were welcome, and I told her that I probably wasn't going to follow any of the advice, so maybe she should do less.
And then she gave me two healers' phone numbers on her way out, so clearly trying to be polite was stupid. At least there's kind of an opening to say "Actually, now that you mentioned it (a week ago), I'd explicitly prefer if you didn't." Or the passive version of that...
David - what a cool thing your college friend is doing for his daughter.
Geoff was one of my freshmen when I was an RA, so I'll always think of him as a gangly 18 y.o. It is strange to realize that the three year difference between a freshman and a senior (which was huge at the time) means he's almost 50 now.
All of my freshmen (and I'm in touch with a lot of them) still treat me with a bit of deference which is a relic of the origin of our friendship. It feels good, certainly, to know I'm respected that way. But also odd (vestigal?), as I'm not in a mentor type relationship with them as I was then.
I have very fond memories of hanging out with Geoff in the lounge watching Bugs Bunny cartoons and sharing X-men comics back in the day. He's a published writer now with two teen girls and just as sweet and funny now as he was as a kid.
Speaking of sleeping habits - Tilda Swinton sleeping in a glass box at MOMA. [link]
(Unless, I guess, they close the public library. Would they do that?)
They might, although I don't know if 5-8 inches is enough to make them close it.
She's just had her third female student send her a "so help me god, I want you too much to be able to keep this to myself one second longer" email.
That's bananas. Now I want to know about faculty in general -- are most profs getting propositioned all over the place??
