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9:37 PM yesterday auntie grizelda commented on Savage Love.
@54 BiDanFan : Correction: Make that comment @115 that is ultra-lengthy back in Pair of Aces.

Okay---back to Fantasy Scenarios.
9:32 PM yesterday auntie grizelda commented on Savage Love.
@50 BiDanFan: Thank you for your kind responses and sharing. Word of warning---my response back in Pair of Aces (@114), retelling tales of woe over the past four decades is pretty long. Sorry, memories of those old, really unflattering school pictures and inexcusably cruel people from my past fueled my fire. I may never forgive them fully, and I needed to vent.
9:24 PM yesterday auntie grizelda commented on Republican Congressman Dave Reichert Is Hiding from His Constituents.
@24 SandraL: That's encouraging to know. Now, if we can live to see 2018, and ALSO get rid of useless double-dipping Senator Doug Ericksen, R-Ferndale, District 42, "too busy to address those he was elected to represent" because he appointed himself Trumpzilla's Washington State "campaign manager", and got the neo-fascists in Lynden all fired up for the fossil fuel industry (damn the corruption--full speed ahead!)--while holding up State Legislative sessions while sidling up to the GOP pig trough in D.C. Reichert and Ericksen both need to go--preferably in industrial sized garbage bags.
12:36 PM yesterday auntie grizelda commented on Savage Love.
@50 BiDanFan: Another empathetic novel right back atcha! XO
I am so glad those days really are over.
12:23 PM yesterday auntie grizelda commented on Savage Love.
@114 BiDanFan: Oh, I know, right? I truly wouldn't be 13 again, either, for ten million bucks and another million perfectly valid reasons. Thank you in advance for my latest ensuing novel:
"Picked last for every team, due to lack of both skill and popularity"---that was I, too. My older sister laughed at me upon witnessing one of many creepy boys from my school once rudely asking me why '[my sister] was such a fox and [I] was such a dog'. GOD, I hate these poor excuses for people! This same prom queen sister recently emailed me a pathetic two paragraph letter (you know the type--it's supposed to read like the LW is trying to initiate atonement for past hurtful acts, slights, and wrongs, but it's really what the LW thinks the receiver of the undeserved abuse WANTS to hear so that the abuser can feel better about himself or herself, instead, and squiggle off the hook).

"If there was a time if I ever hurt you.......if I could see my family again, mom, dad, and all of you, and hug you..." she wrote-----40 years later, after marrying an equally greedy, unscrupulous asshole and conspiring to knock out all the sibling "competition" to become sole heir of our parents' estate. And there it is. IF. She's now paying the price for her arrogance and greed---without our beloved mother's and father's company---AND joint bank accounts, and has to wait hand and foot on her cold, reserved, gold-digging black widow mother-in-law. I emailed back that we're all healing after our parents' passing--and left it at that. My oldest sister, (and my older sis's right hand stooge), has been using helicopter mommy guilt trip tactics to arrange a time when she, older sis, her grandson and dog can fire up their clown car and come up for an unwanted, forced upon "visit". Bullshit---they only want to disrupt my otherwise peaceful life with their hopeless meddling and try to irreparably fuck things up so they can both feel big, badass, and important. I have both sisters listed on Call Block for good reason: they can't harass me if they can't reach me. I don't talk to either one anymore--oldest sis's last lame attempt at avoidance shaming over my not getting together with them at Christmas: "I could die tomorrow, and then you'd feel bad!" It was a good thing we weren't on Skype---my silent reaction was, "Gee--could you?"

Our grade school principal (K-8) was a nice man but totally spineless against bullying and the jock atmosphere. The administration ran right over him (think Dr. Speavy, played by actual Oregon State Hospital administrator, Dean Brooks, in the 1975 film adaptation of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest). By high school graduation I did feel a little like Mr Bromden ("Chief", poignantly played by Will Sampson). I was finally----after thirteen of the most painfully awkward years of my life, getting out of there. It had been my only public school K-12.
"Best years of one's life...BULLSHIT! :)"----fully agreed. And WHAT is the importance of a senior prom?? Every time I have viewed the 1976 Brian DePalma screen adaptation of the Stephen King novel, "Carrie", I am rooting for Sissy Spacek---cheering when she burns down the gymnasium and wastes the prom.
Feb 24 auntie grizelda commented on Savage Love.
@111, Part II: Jesus----I wish two of my old high school classmates hadn't recently posted their old 7th grade school pictures on Facebook. Even if I am way healthier and look infinitely better now than I ever did in junior high school-----yuck! Reminders of those awkward years I can do without.
Feb 24 auntie grizelda commented on The Morning News: Brace Yourself for the Washington State/White House Collision, Brown Man Shot by Alleged White Racist Not a National Story.
I'm ready to build a wall around Trumpzilla, its swamp creatures, and lackeys--or ship them all to Gitmo and let 'em rot there.
Or-----better YET---why not catapult Trumpzilla, ad nauseum, To Russia with Love?
Especially since they're allegedly such great pals, they can make Siberia their new home.
Feb 24 auntie grizelda commented on Savage Love.
Instead of sex, usually all I have ever really wanted was a hug and respect.
Feb 24 auntie grizelda commented on Savage Love.
@BiDanFan: I responded to your @109 & @110 in Pair of Aces.
XO, griz
Feb 24 auntie grizelda commented on Savage Love.
@109 BiDanFan: Bless you for responding. Actually, I think you did make a much better analogy here:
"But yes, if I didn't want to see football, I would avoid going to football games, just as you [grizelda] avoid propositions by not going to bars."
and @110: I was never in a marching band (how cool is THAT?), but high school pep band at the football and basketball games was the only way I could have fun with sports. I am NOT athletic at all and grew up cursed with not one, but two small, cute, and frequently dated, much older cheerleader sisters (who luckily were enrolled in a different school in another town--but I still got unfairly compared to them being taller, gawky, and big boned). I instead went to a small high school with a whopping student body of 150, and being a band geek was the only way I could fit in, if only marginally, to a small town of jocks. Bullying was not only socially acceptable (parents and the school administration ran on a 'kids will be kids--what are you going to do?' initiative), but graded way back when. This ugly part of my upbringing (especially junior high and high school) is one of many reasons I decided not to have children of my own---ever. I didn't want any would-be future daughter or son I might have had going through what I did.