It's not a peer-reviewed journal. It's my ever-fluid thought flow... driven by emotions, tempered by logic, and ruled by love.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Brew Yr Own
Am I mean? That is so upsetting.
K's reply to this sentiment was that I wasn't mean -- I just know what I want, and whenever I make my mind up, it is really clear that my mind is made up.
I mean, of course I like K's explanation better. I don't like to think I'm mean. Maybe I'm mean and I don't always realize it. Which might be worse than being intentionally mean, I don't know. I'm too tired right now to decide which is worse.
I actually bite my tongue a lot. Like... a fucking lot. I guess I can either keep biting my tongue and be considered mean, or I can start calling people out on their shit all the time and, well, be considered mean. (Hey P.S. this wouldn't actually be a concern if I had a dick).
On a somewhat related note -- Hey guys, when you make a sexist remark and then someone calls you out on it and your response is "It was a joke, take it easy!" then you look a lot like an asshole. Mostly because it wasn't actually a joke. At least own your sexism instead of saying that you were just "making a joke."
And finally. It's not that I'm planning on showing you up... but I'm totally going to show you up. *shrugs*
Labels:
brewpub,
male privilege,
relationships
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