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[clodia_risa]

I hate it - hate it - when I'm reading in a bookstore. And some guy keeps talking to me, asking me about what I'm reading, asking me if I like Twilight and what does misogyny mean and all this ignorant crap that I don't want to deal with and I didn't invite except that I was polite and talked back to him.

And I hate it even more when I realize after I've walked off in annoyance that what I should have done is asked him to leave me alone. I especially hate that someone else had to remind me that I can do that.

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[flutingfrenzy.livejournal.com]

Nobody talked to me when I went to Barnes & Noble tonight, so I didn't get a chance to avenge you. :( I did get some more Discworld books and The Beauty Myth, though!

I wrote this for poetry workshop one year

[octopedingenue]

I call it "Declaration of War."


because you decided
this novel I'm buying
was your invitation
to start conversation
of how you derided it
fully, decrying
its author (my favorite)
as one to be snakebit:
the next human waste
who asks, "whatcha reading?"
and then mocks my taste,
will crawl away bleeding.

more sympathetic reply now

[octopedingenue]

My first thought (before poem even!) reading this was "Agh, that sucks. And I can't even compare anecdotes because I'm usually very successful at freezing out male people I don't want to talk to. But then I'm not as pretty as clodia_risa, so it must be harder for her."

WHAT KIND OF FUCKED-UP THOUGHT PROCESS IS THAT. Ugh I don't even.