That frustration transfer model got an honest to god "aahahah aaargh" out of me because it's so true. I was, uh, often a 'safe' target for miserable people (I say 'safe' because breaking points happen and I was a mean little anklekicker when I was a kid and am a thorn-tongued scarything now :B) so...yeah. The hierarchy of pissy flailing. XD
Gah. I don't understand those people either, and that question's...I don't know, it's obvious sometimes that a woman's body and choices are still considered public property and up for public debate. I mean - what the hell does the guy behind me in New York Fries care what I order? And it's not just men, either - I basically had to SCARE OUT OF MY LIFE an especially annoying earthmama wannabe who would never shut up about my dietary choices and how my metabolism would change and I'd be sorry. I remember once telling her "Google 'cystic fibrosis' and then come the fuck back and lecture me, dipshit." And of course she forgot a week later that NO REALLY MY METABOLISM IS STUCK THIS WAY, I AM ALWAYS HUNGRY AND ALWAYS COLD. @_@
And I'm friggin' navelgazing but I mean - the hierarchy in action! Earthmama child would constantly whine and whine about people trying to police HER choices (this included her girlfriend, who struck me as borderline abusive and pretty horrid but who has grown up a ton according to people still in contact), so - there we go with the hierarchy.
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Date: 2010-11-25 02:30 pm (UTC)From:Gah. I don't understand those people either, and that question's...I don't know, it's obvious sometimes that a woman's body and choices are still considered public property and up for public debate. I mean - what the hell does the guy behind me in New York Fries care what I order? And it's not just men, either - I basically had to SCARE OUT OF MY LIFE an especially annoying earthmama wannabe who would never shut up about my dietary choices and how my metabolism would change and I'd be sorry. I remember once telling her "Google 'cystic fibrosis' and then come the fuck back and lecture me, dipshit." And of course she forgot a week later that NO REALLY MY METABOLISM IS STUCK THIS WAY, I AM ALWAYS HUNGRY AND ALWAYS COLD. @_@
And I'm friggin' navelgazing but I mean - the hierarchy in action! Earthmama child would constantly whine and whine about people trying to police HER choices (this included her girlfriend, who struck me as borderline abusive and pretty horrid but who has grown up a ton according to people still in contact), so - there we go with the hierarchy.
And in re: 'we can't' - I FULLY ENCOURAGE THIS XD