It's big enough here that we have an effective wall of HR, and I'm not volunteering my birthday to anyone, so no singing to me. I moved from a 97% Indian department (no one asked for singing) to a one person department, so I'm hoping there will continue to be none.

My classmate came in to work after a bad fall where she broke bones in her upper arm as well as gouged out a bunch of flesh--because it was her birthday and she wanted to take her team out.

We never sang anywhere I worked, as far as I remember. Although we did have to put on a skit for H&M once.

I'm sorry today is so crappy, ita.

YAY MARIA!!!!1!ELEVENTY!

So super crazy happy for you and the huge good life changes coming your way and in awe of how much work you've put into getting yourself to this amazing place!

Sibling incest is squicky to me, but parent-child incest has a ton of power issues making my squick response even worse.

Well, yeah. Sibling incest is bad because if a child were to result there might be genetic badness for the kid. There is a genuine possibility that it is consensual. Truly consensual sibling incest which does not result in messed up children strikes me intellectually as something which is icky but not my business. The only way parent-child incest can have no authority/power misuse in it is in the Oedipus scenario - where the participants do not know they are related until after the fact. Somewhere I read a short story where a young woman has a torrid affair with a dashing older man who knew her parents. She is an aspiring actress, he did a few plays at uni. She lands a part in a production of Twelfth Night, and he sends her a photo of himself in costume as Sebastian, but at first she thinks it is picture of herself as Viola. When she starts to notice the differences in the costumes, she realizes she's going to have to stop her affair with him.

Skipping way up thread to Casper's (I think) meltdown: you guys have a frog store?

Oh, man. . . this not having an internet at home is tough.

Yay maria!!

I don't know why I disliked My Perogative so much. I think it was the way "My Perogative" was repeated. And the way it was said. And the fact that it was on the radio so much. And that people I knew kept calling it My Prerogative.

I think it just really stands in my mind as when I just stopped listening to new music, although the music I hated also included MC Hammer, Phil Colling, Michael Bolton, New Kids on the Block, Mariah Carey, Taylor Dayne and just about every singer who sang everything between 1988 and 1991. I was probably just an annoying high school kid!

Prerogative

That's actually how you spell it, though.

A large amount of sibling incest is going to have power dynamics at play too. Not saying two random strangers are 50-50 power wise, but just because I'm not my sister's parent doesn't mean I wouldn't be flexing years of influence, that started before she could talk, in order to get into her pants. And if it was her idea, she'd be responding as someone who's looked up to/defied me her whole life. It's not even like having had a friend (or even a cousin, who I also won't shag, but I will fake date) from preschool. It's a relationship crafted in our subconscious and reinforced by the ultimate powers in our family.

I had to keep up a fifteen minute conversation with the intern (poor kid) and that is officially all I got. I know my boss wants a meeting with me soon, but if he doesn't catch me on the way to the car, he might not catch me in time.

Feel better, ita.

A large amount of sibling incest is going to have power dynamics at play too. Not saying two random strangers are 50-50 power wise, but just because I'm not my sister's parent doesn't mean I wouldn't be flexing years of influence, that started before she could talk, in order to get into her pants.

Quite true. I find as an intellectual thought experiment sibling incest has more room for more possibile degrees on the exploitation-consent spectrum than parent-child, which is clearly exploitative from the get-go. But as with yesterday, that thought experiement for me contains no room for any configuration that involves my actual self.