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thanateThe thing I'm a little surprised I haven't seen yet about the Readercon fiasco (a guest got harassed, and the con committee, a week after the fact, decided that rather than following their written policy of harassment=instant ban for life, the fact that the offender was a long-time member of the community and said he was sorry means he gets a two year suspension, with possibility of a ban if they hear anything else bad enough about him in the mean time. Lots of people are pretty upset about this.) ....Anyway, as I was saying before rudely interrupting my own sentence, I'm a little surprised that I haven't seen anyone pointing out the rather large difference between useful contrition (immediate "sorry I made you uncomfortable," followed by leaving her the hell alone) and perceived contrition under the threat of being banned from the con. Telling someone he can't play unless he's sorry is a great way to get someone to pay lip service to something he's got no intention of following through on.
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Personally, I'm pretty fortunate that the most annoying social failure I have to deal with on a regular basis is things like random people mistaking me for a teenager. I had a doctor's appointment yesterday where the doctor set me back another three years; I think he was trying to be flattering by low-balling my age as seventeen or eighteen, but he also seemed pretty shocked when I said, no, actually I'm thirty-three. Dude, I did the teenager thing already, and it was kind of a long time ago now, and I wouldn't go back if you paid me. You have the ability to pull up my medical records and *look this up* and given the context of the particular appointment, implying I'm a teenager isn't actually very flattering.
Of course, unlike when people start acting creepy in potentially threatening ways, this is the sort of thing where I keep my social inhibitions and don't explain all this. And who knows, maybe the next girl will want people to think she's still seventeen. I'm told some people like this?
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Personally, I'm pretty fortunate that the most annoying social failure I have to deal with on a regular basis is things like random people mistaking me for a teenager. I had a doctor's appointment yesterday where the doctor set me back another three years; I think he was trying to be flattering by low-balling my age as seventeen or eighteen, but he also seemed pretty shocked when I said, no, actually I'm thirty-three. Dude, I did the teenager thing already, and it was kind of a long time ago now, and I wouldn't go back if you paid me. You have the ability to pull up my medical records and *look this up* and given the context of the particular appointment, implying I'm a teenager isn't actually very flattering.
Of course, unlike when people start acting creepy in potentially threatening ways, this is the sort of thing where I keep my social inhibitions and don't explain all this. And who knows, maybe the next girl will want people to think she's still seventeen. I'm told some people like this?
Xposty from dreamwidth.