In the Fall of 1986, I took a class in Pseudoscience offered by the Physics department at UT-Austin. The class surveyed everything from UFO's, astrology, and Bigfoot, to alternative medicine and all of that. The instructor tried to teach methods of critical thinking about subjects no matter what the source.
At the beginning of the semester I'd had a psychotic episode that capped a fixation on a young woman I'd had over the previous Summer. I came across as pretty freaked out at the time, I guess, and it surely must have shown to the people in that class and elsewhere. One day in this class I sat there listening to the instructor lecture. Out of the corner of my eye I sort of noticed an attractive female student walk in late and sit on my row a couple of chairs down on my right. I continued to pay attention to the lecture.
This female student cleared her throat at some point and rattled some bracelets she wore. I looked over at her and noticed that she was dressed up to the nines in a sexy blouse and skirt ensemble and that her hair and makeup was done up as if she was on a date or something.
I took this to mean that she was looking for attention, but I didn't really take her seriously. I looked over at her once or twice, but I also made a show of looking at a pretty Latina girl in the first row in front of me who had presented her profile for mine and others' approval, maybe. The classroom featured raised, theater style seating, so the rows of chairs rose up from the floor where the teacher lectured, and the whole scene that played out with me and these two young women made for a bit of a spectacle that everyone behind us, plus the teacher in front, could see.
In the days that followed, I figured that the girl who had got all dolled up must have been impressed by how cool I was about her looking so good, apparently for my benefit. A couple of classes later I sat in a chair at the beginning of the class, hoping that I would have good things come to me. This young women who'd got all dressed up walked in with another female student. One of them said something like, "You can tell he's not a virgin, but he's a total dork." Both of these women adopted a loud, snotty, pissed off tone of voice in their exchange, which went on for some length. The professor, who stood at a podium arranging lecture notes, looked up at me and smiled as if to say, "Ha!"
Sooo my point is, I've had to make intelligent decisions about women in my world, and a lot of them don't like it much. I frequently call out a lot of these women in these posts. I might identify them as waitresses or baristas of businesses I patronize, but I don't name their names, or say the names of the businesses where they work. The only way I describe them, typically, is to say that they are young and attractive.
If it's a choice between women like this behaving in a hateful manner towards me because they tried to shit on me and succeeded, or behaving in a hateful manner towards me because they tried to shit on me and failed, what choice does my audience think I should make? In a couple of posts I've written about how I viewed my defiant patronage of a particular restaurant as a one-man civil rights protest. I guess that I will expand this protest to other businesses as well. I will repeat what I said in those posts: as long as I am courteous to the employees and customers of these businesses, and am dressed appropriately, bathed etc., I have the right to patronize these businesses and not be fucked with or otherwise discriminated against.
If anyone gets the feeling that I'm going into their place of employment looking for a romantic love arrangement with themselves or any other employees, I will try to put a sock on all of that. I think I will extend this protest to the night clubs and other places I may go.
At the beginning of the semester I'd had a psychotic episode that capped a fixation on a young woman I'd had over the previous Summer. I came across as pretty freaked out at the time, I guess, and it surely must have shown to the people in that class and elsewhere. One day in this class I sat there listening to the instructor lecture. Out of the corner of my eye I sort of noticed an attractive female student walk in late and sit on my row a couple of chairs down on my right. I continued to pay attention to the lecture.
This female student cleared her throat at some point and rattled some bracelets she wore. I looked over at her and noticed that she was dressed up to the nines in a sexy blouse and skirt ensemble and that her hair and makeup was done up as if she was on a date or something.
I took this to mean that she was looking for attention, but I didn't really take her seriously. I looked over at her once or twice, but I also made a show of looking at a pretty Latina girl in the first row in front of me who had presented her profile for mine and others' approval, maybe. The classroom featured raised, theater style seating, so the rows of chairs rose up from the floor where the teacher lectured, and the whole scene that played out with me and these two young women made for a bit of a spectacle that everyone behind us, plus the teacher in front, could see.
In the days that followed, I figured that the girl who had got all dolled up must have been impressed by how cool I was about her looking so good, apparently for my benefit. A couple of classes later I sat in a chair at the beginning of the class, hoping that I would have good things come to me. This young women who'd got all dressed up walked in with another female student. One of them said something like, "You can tell he's not a virgin, but he's a total dork." Both of these women adopted a loud, snotty, pissed off tone of voice in their exchange, which went on for some length. The professor, who stood at a podium arranging lecture notes, looked up at me and smiled as if to say, "Ha!"
Sooo my point is, I've had to make intelligent decisions about women in my world, and a lot of them don't like it much. I frequently call out a lot of these women in these posts. I might identify them as waitresses or baristas of businesses I patronize, but I don't name their names, or say the names of the businesses where they work. The only way I describe them, typically, is to say that they are young and attractive.
If it's a choice between women like this behaving in a hateful manner towards me because they tried to shit on me and succeeded, or behaving in a hateful manner towards me because they tried to shit on me and failed, what choice does my audience think I should make? In a couple of posts I've written about how I viewed my defiant patronage of a particular restaurant as a one-man civil rights protest. I guess that I will expand this protest to other businesses as well. I will repeat what I said in those posts: as long as I am courteous to the employees and customers of these businesses, and am dressed appropriately, bathed etc., I have the right to patronize these businesses and not be fucked with or otherwise discriminated against.
If anyone gets the feeling that I'm going into their place of employment looking for a romantic love arrangement with themselves or any other employees, I will try to put a sock on all of that. I think I will extend this protest to the night clubs and other places I may go.
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