Willow ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
The thing is, bro's like your dude are the ones we need to convert. He totally could get it, he just felt defensive.
That's what most of this is, honestly, anxiety that they've been harassing, themselves. And that's uncomfortable, but hey, bro, don't mind me, that's a discomfort you're gonna have to sit with, because I've been on the other side of it my whole life.
aurelia, you're not responsible for what comes out of other people's mouths.
His sense of entitlement is ridic.
There is a bigger conversation that I wish we could get into, but there isn't enough space for even the basic nuance of what's going on in this, very simple, conversation. All this exercise is doing is saying, hey, you've heard that it happens to most women, but you don't believe it, so here's a chance for the actual women in your life to show you that it does, in fact, happen to them. Dassit. But that's still too much to take for these dudes.
That's the point I tried to make to him.
I've been making a concerted effort to not follow tangents in online arguments. I wasn't ignoring any of you, just trying to keep my part of the discussion as linear as possible.
No, I think that was good.
I love you all.
And now I must sleep because in addition to the focus call I have to supervise tomorrow, I also have to talk to the HR rep of a vendor about the inappropriate comment one of their employees made about me to one of my colleagues.
Ha! Because of course you do!
Get some rest. Be fortified, we've all got your back.
Smite him!
Homework. I'm still doing homework. Ugh. The brain just isn't working.
I figured out how to request a doctor's appointment online. On top of the depression and thinking my citalopram has finally quit on me, I've had a swollen set of nerves in my face, along my jawline. A couple of months ago, we upped my Lyrica thinking that this was my trigeminal neuralgia flaring up. Well, the pain is gone, but the swelling has not gone away and is still tender to the touch. Plus today I realized that my smile is somewhat lopsided. I had Kelly check it out today and she thinks I need to ask for a referral to a neurologist.
So, the brain is a bit preoccupied. I have 3 more sections to write in the next hour. Arrrggggg.
This morning out of curiosity I wanted to see the FB count on MeToo - [link]
Over 6,700,000 Conversation is good.
eta: in the minute it took to write and post and go back over 7 million.