Overheard at my bus stop.
Her: Why? Why did you do that? I don’t know why would do this to me?
Him: What? What? It’s not that big a deal! Gurl, you gotta chill.
Her: Don’t tell me what to do! That was my last can of Pringles! You fuck, what am I gonna do now?
Him: Buy another?
Her: That is not the point. I hate you. You do this all the motherfucking time. I’m done with you.
Him: Why you gotta say that? That ain’t right. Baby, I’ll get you some more.
Her: Damn straight. I need a cigarette.
I need a cigarette, too.
It is so fast. Also Windows 7 is the jam. The commercials make sense now.
There is no logical place for him to be. I am freaking out.
I had a dream the other night where I was in a heated argument with another woman (a fictional dream person) and I slipped up and called her a gendered epithet (OK, two). I then paused the argument and said, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean that; I shouldn’t have called you [X] when what I really meant is that you’re a terrible person.” Even in dreams, I manage to remember that language matters and words have meanings, and that there are certain words I don’t use and why. Pretty funny.
They should give this guy a medal:
A flight attendant ran out of patience on a plane that just landed at JFK on Monday afternoon, so he allegedly cursed a blue streak over the P.A. system, grabbed some beers, pulled the emergency chute, slid down and ran from the plane, sources said.
How can the story get any better than that?
Slater was later arrested at his home in Belle Harbor by Port Authority officials. Police sources said that when authorities found Slater he seemed to be in the midst of having sexual relations.
I should try this tomorrow. Although with the advance notice, it might not have the same impact.
I think abuse and policing women’s sexuality are two sides of the same coin, that coin being attempted male ownership of female sexuality.
ETA: And yet of course it’s not always men doing the policing/abusing.