- Joined
- Jul 29, 2016
Well I’m having a shite weekend.
Yesterday I had my first mean cold call at work that made me cry so I got to look like a thin skinned weenie in front of my coworkers. Luckily it was towards the end of the day on a Friday so now I get to have a nice relaxing weekend to try to forget about it so I can be bright eyed and bushy tailed on Monday morning. However, I logged into twitter this morning to check if my boyfriend had send me any funny maymays only to find this:
So now I get to talk politics with my woke boyfriend. Joy. Note how he’s basically asking me to explain myself but is too much of a pussy to actually state his objections to my beliefs so he’s all like “I see you’ve been doing wrongthink. What’s up with that?”.
What you need to realise about this situation is a lot of his friends from uni are genderspecials, so this is a “bros before hoes” situation in which the bros are all men who think they’re women and I am the aforementioned hoe dealing with the biological reality of the female experience. He’s probably gonna take even the most milquetoast of gender critical beliefs as a personal attack on his bezzie mates like I literally want to shove them into ovens or something. This is a flowchart where almost all of the options are probably gonna lead to an argument.
For now, I have decided to play dumb and reply “what do you mean?” in an attempt to get him to actually state his objections so I have something concrete to refute and am not immediately put on the defensive. The ball is in his court now. I plan on having this debate over many days. Partially because I want to give the both of us time to decompress between replies and hopefully prevent either of us from saying something we’ll regret- but also partially because I know we disagree on a lot of things politically but I don’t get all passive aggressive about it like this because he’s entitled to his opinions and I have no right to tell him who he can and can’t associate with. If he wants to have this debate I will drag it out of him. I want his interrogation of me to be like drawing blood from a stone. I will not move.
Yesterday I had my first mean cold call at work that made me cry so I got to look like a thin skinned weenie in front of my coworkers. Luckily it was towards the end of the day on a Friday so now I get to have a nice relaxing weekend to try to forget about it so I can be bright eyed and bushy tailed on Monday morning. However, I logged into twitter this morning to check if my boyfriend had send me any funny maymays only to find this:
So now I get to talk politics with my woke boyfriend. Joy. Note how he’s basically asking me to explain myself but is too much of a pussy to actually state his objections to my beliefs so he’s all like “I see you’ve been doing wrongthink. What’s up with that?”.
What you need to realise about this situation is a lot of his friends from uni are genderspecials, so this is a “bros before hoes” situation in which the bros are all men who think they’re women and I am the aforementioned hoe dealing with the biological reality of the female experience. He’s probably gonna take even the most milquetoast of gender critical beliefs as a personal attack on his bezzie mates like I literally want to shove them into ovens or something. This is a flowchart where almost all of the options are probably gonna lead to an argument.
For now, I have decided to play dumb and reply “what do you mean?” in an attempt to get him to actually state his objections so I have something concrete to refute and am not immediately put on the defensive. The ball is in his court now. I plan on having this debate over many days. Partially because I want to give the both of us time to decompress between replies and hopefully prevent either of us from saying something we’ll regret- but also partially because I know we disagree on a lot of things politically but I don’t get all passive aggressive about it like this because he’s entitled to his opinions and I have no right to tell him who he can and can’t associate with. If he wants to have this debate I will drag it out of him. I want his interrogation of me to be like drawing blood from a stone. I will not move.