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[placeinthesun]

I saw my friend get hit by her boyfriend last night. I was dead sober and very angry at the sight of this. So I beat the shit out of him. Now I feel a little bad. But my gut tells me not to. He had it coming to him. Fucking bastard.

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[reannon]

This may sound strange coming from a feminist usually-pacifist: GOOD FOR YOU.

Once upon a time there was a college sophomore who had been bickering with her boyfriend while grocery shopping. While they stood in line at the checkout counter, he backhanded her. A hundred people around and no one said or did anything. There was one woman in the next row who glared at him, and if looks were lasers, he'd have been a puddle. But the young woman wanted to go over and explain to her that he didn't mean it, and he'd apologize later, because he wasn't That Sort of Guy.

It was a long time before she got free of that man, who was absolutely That Sort of Guy. And the only reason she did was because she had a friend who stood up for her, and told her she deserved better and it wasn't her fault. Eventually, she even believed him. But without her friend's assistance, she might have married the son of a bitch.

Here endeth the lesson. Bravo. I hope he didn't get in too many shots.

My dear Reannon.

[placeinthesun]

Thank you for the validation of my actions. You are probably one of my most rational and level-headed friends, so telling me that I'm not in the wrong certainly puts my mind at ease a little bit. It sucks that in this world, womean even have to put up with That Sort Of Guy. Hope all is well.
E.

bah.

[placeinthesun]

i should really start proofreading shit before i just click post right away. women not womean altho, that pun is certainly not intended. ha.