May 20
mitten commented on
It's Spring! Who's Ready for Street Harassment?.
My partner—who is male, tall, athletic, "manly," etc—has a story about being aggressively groped by some drunk motherfucker as he was leaving a mens room. He says he was so stunned, so caught off guard, so appalled and, yes, so violated, that he just kind of wandered out in complete shock. Of course, he stewed for weeks, imagining all the things he would do and say to this guy if only he could go back and do it over. Even telling the story to me, 15 years later, he got red in the face and agitated, still so violated and infuriated about it after all these years.
He was telling me this because I came home in tears after—again, again, again—some motherfucker on the sidewalk grabbed me—HARD—between my legs as I stood straddling my bike waiting for a light. Again, I was so stunned, so violated, so enraged, I couldn't react until he was some 20 feet away, and then he turned around laughing at my "fuck you fucking motherfucker!" and gave me the finger.
I am in complete awe and respect of women (and men) who can come up with the perfect comeback in times like these. But other than the time I was dragged off my bicycle and literally had to fight for my bike (in the middle of downtown traffic, in broad daylight, with no one moving to help), I have never been able to find satisfying words when I'm verbally or physically assaulted. And, it sounds lame, but honestly, who wants to constantly walk around in a rage, prepped for the annual occasion when some fucker ruins your week?
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May 14
mitten commented on
Michael Pollan Is the Steve Jobs of Food.
I love Michael Pollan. I think he's smart and funny and promotes intelligent ideas. He never disses people who don't cook; he simply promotes cooking. He doesn't diss people who eat non-organic, packaged, or fast food; he just promotes the opposite. Unpaid intern is implying that when it comes to food, we should never change, never strive for greater health, never challenge the status quo.
May 14
mitten commented on
SL Letter of the Day: Insane Demands.
Dan's right: This person is insane. Dan could have stopped reading at "the erotic and trusting friend (me) who would've kept his life interesting" and addressed the guy on the other end of this affair: Run, run, run. Who wants to have an affair with an egomaniac with a personality disorder?
The rest of the letter just affirms the first line.
May 10
mitten commented on
Judge Laughs Heartily, Denies Gov's "Frivolous" Attempt to Block Morning After Pill from Young Women.
Whatever gave you the impression Obama was for women? He was the only candidate running for the Democratic seat that did not include women's issues in his campaign; as I recall, nearly every candidate had a tab on their website solely dedicated to women's issues except Obama. He avoided ever mentioning women's issues--or even the word "women"—in his campaign, unless he was slapping down Hilary. He only acknowledged women's issues for his 2nd campaign when it would have been embarrassing not to.
Obama is crafty; he knows how to get elected, not so much the presidential stuff. Then again, he had hardly any political experience, so voters get what was plainly in front of them.
May 3
mitten commented on
SL Letter of the Day: Mr. Wonderful.
Ask anyone—ANYONE—in a relationship with an alcoholic, and they will tell you about all their regrets, if only they knew then what they know now, etc. I guarantee you will look back on this time and wish you had run, run, run.
If he really loved you, as in cared about you as a valid human being, he would sober up. If you choose to stay with him, you really, really, need to join Al-Anon. I wish you luck.
He was telling me this because I came home in tears after—again, again, again—some motherfucker on the sidewalk grabbed me—HARD—between my legs as I stood straddling my bike waiting for a light. Again, I was so stunned, so violated, so enraged, I couldn't react until he was some 20 feet away, and then he turned around laughing at my "fuck you fucking motherfucker!" and gave me the finger.
I am in complete awe and respect of women (and men) who can come up with the perfect comeback in times like these. But other than the time I was dragged off my bicycle and literally had to fight for my bike (in the middle of downtown traffic, in broad daylight, with no one moving to help), I have never been able to find satisfying words when I'm verbally or physically assaulted. And, it sounds lame, but honestly, who wants to constantly walk around in a rage, prepped for the annual occasion when some fucker ruins your week?