|
2004-07-05 - 2:37 p.m. I am absolutely livid. Sitting in the library, minding my own business, when this Crazy Lady walks in. Certifiable. Asking all sorts of questions out loud to everyone (fine, not everyone knows the difference between the Business Lab and the Rutherford Lab, even with the signs on the doors...) Then she starts asking about the direct phone line to Safewalk that's on the wall by the exit. Specifically, she says "Is this a charity or is this some kind of joke?" (this'll be simpler if I just write out the dialogue) Me: Ummm... it's a service called Safewalk offered by the University. CL: Yeah, is it a joke? Me: No, it's for if you're on campus late at night and don't feel safe walking home alone. CL: Is that a problem here on campus? *very sarcastic tone* Me: Yeah, sexual assault is a problem everywhere. CL: Maybe in your world. (please take a moment to pause here and imagine the rage that enters my stomach and flies up to my brain, filling my mouth with bile and caustic words that I am only able to keep back with a shift clenching of my teeth.) Me: No, actually, sexual assault is pretty prevalent everywhere. CL: Maybe in your world. Me: Yeah, maybe in my world. A few of my friends have been assaulted. Guess it's just my world. CL: Yeah, some guilty women put themselves into bad situations where they get hurt... At this point, my brain shuts off. She continues rambling off her victim-blaming rhetoric, my hands begin to shake, the woman at the other end of the library study hall gets in on it, and a brawl ensues. The empty soda bottle comes out of my shoulder bag and is broken across her head. She bleeds profusely as evil demons fly out of her broken skull, and as she lays on the ground, her blood soaking the carpet and her body twitching in the last throes of death, she repents her ridiculous words and shows her true goddess nature. (Okay, maybe I made up that last bit. But it's better than her just stomping out amidst assertions on her part that women are hardly ever assaulted, men are never to blame, and only sluts get themselves into "trouble like that".) Fucking ignorance. I had this totally amazing other post all ready in my head and now I'm too mad to write it. Pout with me, kiddos. It'll be another week before you can read the dillemas I'm having integrating feminism in theory with my practice of bdsm. And only one link. Boohoo. -mopheaded says: life is like a roll of toilet paper -- long and useful.
|