I’m irritated today. The kind of irritated that when anyone asks me a question or even says my name I’m all pissy and hard to handle. I told J just to pinch me if I got out of hand.
It started off with this one lady in the bathroom, not the one who doesn’t wash her hands, but the one who uses like a whole roll of toilet paper – plus some paper towels that are meant for hand drying – to wipe with. I think she has OCD or something because she’s a rough wiper and all you hear is the back and forth of paper as it crosses her lady parts. I hate being in the bathroom the same time as her, it’s like nails on a chalkboard to me.
Then I had another anonymous blog comment this morning that was semi-suggestive and it just irritated me because if you’re going to put up a comment that is a tidbit dirty then frigging man up and sign it. (Or woman up). I thought I had it on comments from blogger users only, so I’m going to have to investigate that now.
I hate suggestive comments, especially when you’re not sure if the comments or suggestive or meant to be funny. For example, I used to hang out with this guy who would always talk about getting laid, or the ladies he wanted to lay, or the ladies he thought were hot and then months later he was all like… “I liked you and because you never seemed to show that you liked me back I started dating this other person.” I was blown away and then I got mad, because showing me that you like me by throwing other women in my face is like, so, second grade. Plus I had hinters or whatever you call them. Just tell me what you want and I’ll tell you if I want it too. It’s really that easy!
Two bright spots though… blairontheair website and an invite to see a Seattle slam poet fresh off her world tour of spoken word musical comedy “CoochieMagik,” a one-woman show about misogyny, self-hate and the politics of sexuality.
Oh yeah. Life takes, but it also gives.
CW
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