Prologue: the Towering Slab, being not just a book depository, but a shelter from the elements, lures the occasional, unsuspecting homeless regular into its demonic newspaper jaw. Some admin types commence with hand-wringing various & overt, but yours truly figures that if they aren't fucking with anyone, who gives a flying dinosaur. I know pterodactyls aren't dinosaurs.
Act I: Last fortnight, if last fortnight ended last Friday, one of these regulars, affectionately dubbed Mr. Miyagi because of his uncanny resemblance to the late Pat Morita, shockingly got his physical threat on with one of our student comrades in the stacks, & as anyone familiar with library layouts knows, certain groups of corridors are naught but diffused-light, sparsely-populated spooky noochies.
Act II: Long to short, cops come over, dudes for muscle, chick to talk to the accosted who's one of the more petite chicks you'll encounter, & seated nearby, I was taken aback with gusto as to how ho-hum the long arm of authority took her considerable freaked-out-nesse, especially in light of the continued rise of muggings & fisticuffs on campus & not always in the sunless night. So, today, the jackass camped out in the student lounge, knowing full well that she'd have to stroll past to work, for the PTBs didn't ban his ass, you see. After shooting him the evil eye enough to where it's now begun to twitch, the clown vamoosed.
Act III: Being neither a mind reader nor a wizard, I've no clue as to why this played out the way it did, nor do I give a fuck about anyone's theories conjured up whilst on the can about how permitting the cultivation of fear in the workplace leads to freely ceding ever more control in hierarchical power relationships [ed. note: in other news, ice cream is delicious] & that it's even more insidious when found in low-rung places such as a college library because no one ever expects the Spanish Inquisition there, or how she ought to know ninjitsu or gonad kickball or how The State™ is a much greater threat than one homeless guy, blah fucking yawn blah.
Epilogue: As the Duchess said, this is why people become super-feminists.
As the Earl says, this is why folks hate the fuzz.
Though, in fairness, everyone should be hated equally.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Gender dynamics & The Man
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As the ittdgy™³²®© says, never send a bard to do a mind-reading wizard's job.
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I think that the cops should have just shot everybody.
End of story! :)
((Hugs))
Laura
Yay! You stared down poor, homeless Mr. Miyagi. Not being a mindreader, how do you know he was lying in wait for our tiny student colleague who might be gently reminded to like study and travel with a friend at least for the near term when next spied gracing the stacks?
if, don't make me clock you on the head with my +3 Lute.
laura, are you running for American pretzeldent?
jim, benefits of the doubt tend to be dropped post-threat of physical assault. The jaunt was work-related, so I'm assuming there will be pairing up.
One expects to be punched in the face at, say, Occupy by SWAT Nazis, but in a house of, er, learning? Yikes.
Just present said perp with a turban or head scarf and cart him off to Gitmo. Problem solved.
Laura that's not very Canadian of you. You must first apologize than mow them all down.
demeur, man, you fuckers are brutal. I don't want him CIA-ed, just kicked out.
Don't be fooled by faux Canuck niceties. Once we implode, that's when they take over.
Haven't you heard???
Canada is running for President of the United States!
As We the Social Workers For The Damned are known for our beneficence to the less fortunate, that is still COMPLETELY DIFFERENT than stinking up the joint, stealing swanky tomes, or harassing the peons. Having been in her shoes multiple times, I'm going to conjure up some kind of practical gesture of solidarity.
Spent 17 years at one of those Tome Depositories.... two rules for those coming in from the cold. Don't touch the teenage help...don't sleep... or staff would call Bouncer jimm.
laura, only fair that every nation gets a chance at being a greedy, belligerent imperial power.
duchess, verily, if I mayst humblie proffer a sugestyon, a heretofore unknown alchemick!
okjimm, better kick out the students then, almost always one of those suckers catching 40k winks. Yes, please kick out the students.
Fairness got's nothin to do with it. Some people deserve more hate than others.
The moral of the story: Never go to the library alone. Always have a buddy with you.
mrmacrum, you know that, & I know that. I was just being fair.
tom, perhaps intramural gonad kickball will catch on, after all.
Libraries are supposed to be boring places where you can sleep, if you aren't actually reading stuff and surfacing the net, not places where you worry about being assaulted!
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