Femwizard
2010 December 22
Yesterday was my Super Serious Post. Today, not so much.
Last night my bear sat own to read what I’d written. He was impressed, thought it was the best thing I’d written (very kind). He said, “Jesus christ! I’m sorry I kept interrupting you while you were writing to tell you about orcs!”
Also, not so serious summary of my last post:
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Look boss! Da MEME…Da MEME! <3 it.
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This past Sunday, I went out with some friends. We were doing the bar thing but I had no intention of drinking much; I was just there for the company. I had a beer and then a few hours later I had another beer. Shortly after finishing that second drink, one of my friends and I decided to peel off from the group and go to another bar to see what was up there. Nothing much was up there, as it turned out, but we ordered one more beer to finish up the night. I got maybe halfway through that last drink and stopped because the room was beginning to spin. “Woah,” I thought, “I’ve had way too much!” and I told my friend that I was feeling pretty hammered and needed to not finish that last drink. Even though I stopped drinking then, I kept on feeling progressively more smashed-up, falling-over drunk.
And then it all went fuzzy, and I woke up the next morning on my friend’s couch with the God of Hangovers in my head and almost no memory of what happened after we left that second bar. I thought about the sequence of events, and I got my friend’s perspective, and we both recall a sketchy dude who was all up in my personal space at that first bar and feel pretty sure that something was slipped into that second drink, which I had in fact left unattended at one point. Two and a half beers over the course of several hours aren’t enough to get me even sorta-drunk, let alone obliviously hammered.
So, Monday morning, I’m at my friend’s house, feeling shmuzzy in the head and angry and freaked out (and deeply grateful to my awesome friend for not letting me out of his sight until I was safe on his couch.) And I turn on the tv to watch Democracy Now, because I’m a big ol’ leftie, and there’s Naomi Wolf.
I may have shouted at the TV a little bit. Or maybe a lot. There were certainly raised middle fingers.
I don’t really have anything more articulate to say than that. Just that someone tried to take away my ability to say “no” the night before and I wake up in the morning to someone else, supposedly a feminist on a lefty news show, telling me that it was OK to rape a woman in her sleep. Good morning, have some rape culture with your coffee! Goddammit so much.
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Well, orc’s are important!
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