Street harassment sucks. I get a lot of things yelled at me when I’m biking. I’ve talked to lots of cyclists and this is really common. I’m not sure why people are so upset that there are bikers, but they are. The past two days I have had the same woman drive past me and yell obscenities. Yesterday was the best because while her head was out the window, turned back to yell at me, the car in front of her stopped and she came thisclose to hitting them. Serves you right.

Cycling isn’t the only time this happens though. As a woman it’s very common to get things yelled at me from passing cars, or get approached by creepy and upsettingly persistent guys at the bus stop, or get groped on the bus when it’s particularly crowded. I have turned and kneed a guy between the legs and on another occasion stomped down as hard as a physically could on a guy’s foot for the last one on that list. Word to the wise: Do. Not. Touch. Me. Oh, and if I don’t respond to their oh so charming advances? I am either a prude, or one of several other obscene names for women.

Anyway, it warms my heart to read about women fighting back. These women decided they’d had enough of the “serial bottom pincher” and beat the ever living crap out of him with fists and purses. Ladies, you are awesome. A bus driver who saw the whole thing said: “Men who harass women in public places should be expecting that kind of beating from women.” Damn straight they should.

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I called my parents the other day and told them I am interested in having Thanksgiving: Part 2 when I get back to NC. See, the last day of my contract is November 30. The Sunday after Thanksgiving. I don’t work on the weekends and The Library is closed on Thanksgiving and the Friday after. So my last day of work will be Wednesday, Nov. 26. I was hoping I could talk someone in The Company into letting me fly home that Wed. night so I could spend (a very sleepy) Thanksgiving with my family since I’ll just be sitting around for four days anyway. No dice. Something with the national trust we get paid from or…I dunno. It’s stupidly complicated and the short of it is: No. So the weekend after I get  back I want to have Thanksgiving again. Thanksgiving, Part Deux. There had better be some rolls left. You hear me family?

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College football needs to hurry up and start. Seriously. Now. I can’t wait for next weekend. I am so stoked.

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My next 10:

51. One of the reasons I went to college so close to home was becase I was afraid something would happen to someone I loved and I wouldn’t be able to get home.
52. I have certain people’s number’s in my phone so if they call I don’t have to talk to them. They are simply labeled: No.
53. Sometimes I secretly want to be a housewife.
54. I have no interest in ever experiencing childbirth.
55. I wear my heart on my sleeve.
56. I am a flirt.
57. I adore college football and basketball. (No seriously, don’t talk to me while the game is on. I might miss something I need to yell at the ref, coach or players about. Yes I know they can’t hear me.)
58. I apologize too much.
59. I hate arguing politics. I have friends that have completely different beliefs than I do and it works.
60. If you are my friend you are part of my family. I love you and I would do almost anything for you.

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Happy Weekend!