sexism is not funny, lol
AKSJHDFKJHLWEUVKLJSDF. I am seriously about ready to wring some necks over here.
So I'm sure many of you know the tale of Bill the Bus Driver, who tried to get in my pants when I was 16 (and he was 30) at the Dir en grey concert he drove the bus for. For some fucking inexplicable reason, I still talk to him occasionally, and I was evidently possessed by some spirit today, and texted him to ask if he was going to be at Coachella.
The following conversation took place.
Me: "Heyy, are you going to Coachella?"
Him: "I don't know. I have a friend who's performing though."
Me: "Let me know! I'm saving up to go, so it'd be cool if you were there."
Him: "I doubt I'll be there."
Me: "Aw! Well are you going to be in LA anytime?"
Him: "Not sure. But your boobs don't want to see me."
...
Yeah. But for some reason, I kept texting!
Me: "My boobs aren't sentient."
Him: "Sorry, you're using words I don't know."
Me: "They don't have minds."
Him: "Yes they do. Some like to see me and I them. Yours don't like me and never want to see or visit with me."
Me: "Okay, no."
Him: "Such a shame."
Me: "Protip: If you want to get on a girl's good side, don't refer to them in terms of their tits."
Him: "Wow... Chill out."
Me: "I'll chill out when you stop acting like my boobs are the only important part of me."
Him: "No.. they aren't. But they usually seem to be the only part of you that likes to joke around."
Me: "Please stop referring to my tits as a separate entity from the rest of me."
Him: "But they are.. You are Emily.. A non sexual woman in my eyes. Who doesn't like to joke around with me. I can make a stupid boob joke and just laugh."
Me: "Not about my boobs. Here's the deal-my body is mine, and I get to control who has access to it. Making disrespectful comments about my breasts doesn't get you any points with me. Maybe that works with the girls you normally hang out with, and that's their deal, but it doesn't work for me. And I'm asking you to stop."
Him: "Umm... I don't want access to your body. I don't want anything sexual from you. I just joke around and if that's how you feel maybe you're better off without me."
Me: "That's where you're wrong. It's not a joke if you're talking about my body in ways that make me feel uncomfortable."
Him: "Fine. I will never contact you again. Sorry for being a bother. Good bye."
So right now, I'm pretty much sitting over here ready to choke him. I've never considered myself a 'feminist' per se, but it absolutely disgusts me that there are people in the world who think that it's okay to talk to a woman-or to anyone-like that, against their express wishes. It's not funny if it makes someone uncomfortable. It's not cute, and it doesn't win you any points.
Bill, if you read this, you're a misogynistic pig and I'm better off not having contact with you. I'm more than willing to sacrifice a few free concerts for the comfort of knowing I'm never going to have to defend myself from your inappropriate and unwanted commentary ever again. You, sir, are a tampon; good day.
In other news, I didn't get the library job, but I'll talk about that when I'm not seeing red.
So I'm sure many of you know the tale of Bill the Bus Driver, who tried to get in my pants when I was 16 (and he was 30) at the Dir en grey concert he drove the bus for. For some fucking inexplicable reason, I still talk to him occasionally, and I was evidently possessed by some spirit today, and texted him to ask if he was going to be at Coachella.
The following conversation took place.
Me: "Heyy, are you going to Coachella?"
Him: "I don't know. I have a friend who's performing though."
Me: "Let me know! I'm saving up to go, so it'd be cool if you were there."
Him: "I doubt I'll be there."
Me: "Aw! Well are you going to be in LA anytime?"
Him: "Not sure. But your boobs don't want to see me."
...
Yeah. But for some reason, I kept texting!
Me: "My boobs aren't sentient."
Him: "Sorry, you're using words I don't know."
Me: "They don't have minds."
Him: "Yes they do. Some like to see me and I them. Yours don't like me and never want to see or visit with me."
Me: "Okay, no."
Him: "Such a shame."
Me: "Protip: If you want to get on a girl's good side, don't refer to them in terms of their tits."
Him: "Wow... Chill out."
Me: "I'll chill out when you stop acting like my boobs are the only important part of me."
Him: "No.. they aren't. But they usually seem to be the only part of you that likes to joke around."
Me: "Please stop referring to my tits as a separate entity from the rest of me."
Him: "But they are.. You are Emily.. A non sexual woman in my eyes. Who doesn't like to joke around with me. I can make a stupid boob joke and just laugh."
Me: "Not about my boobs. Here's the deal-my body is mine, and I get to control who has access to it. Making disrespectful comments about my breasts doesn't get you any points with me. Maybe that works with the girls you normally hang out with, and that's their deal, but it doesn't work for me. And I'm asking you to stop."
Him: "Umm... I don't want access to your body. I don't want anything sexual from you. I just joke around and if that's how you feel maybe you're better off without me."
Me: "That's where you're wrong. It's not a joke if you're talking about my body in ways that make me feel uncomfortable."
Him: "Fine. I will never contact you again. Sorry for being a bother. Good bye."
So right now, I'm pretty much sitting over here ready to choke him. I've never considered myself a 'feminist' per se, but it absolutely disgusts me that there are people in the world who think that it's okay to talk to a woman-or to anyone-like that, against their express wishes. It's not funny if it makes someone uncomfortable. It's not cute, and it doesn't win you any points.
Bill, if you read this, you're a misogynistic pig and I'm better off not having contact with you. I'm more than willing to sacrifice a few free concerts for the comfort of knowing I'm never going to have to defend myself from your inappropriate and unwanted commentary ever again. You, sir, are a tampon; good day.
In other news, I didn't get the library job, but I'll talk about that when I'm not seeing red.