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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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[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.