|Holy shit, yes, that's how I felt. I even|
decided against watching Delta and
the Bannermen from Dr Who because
it was just too bad.
Or I was just too much in this exact
But it was interesting. Yesterday a colleague and I were discussing the problematic teaching of gender and socialisation with our students. Our students are mainly true Blue and very middle-class. They see themselves as liberals but they really aren't - they don't like challenge to gender (even suggesting that all gender is predicated on genitalia to the point where they actually supported the idea of checking one another's to prove they were what they said they were - I mean, wow). So we were talking about maybe facing the students with someone who is actually trans* and having a Q & A session so that we could put to bed some of their wackier claims about trans* people directly (and also have them realise how rude they were being by asking and questioning some of the things they were questioning). And I thought: Wait, what about me? That is, why not come out?
I didn't have the laptop so I couldn't ask for advice. I had arranged a meeting with a senior member of staff that I could trust and intended to see if I ought to at least let them know. But, without a laptop and no advice, I bottled it and did nothing of the sort.
Is that good? Is that bad?
|Yes, pensive, I guess that covers it nicely.|
|Whoever this person is I both envy them and respect them|
more every time I see the picture.
Damn' them and their hair!
On the plus side: Tilly had a lovely night out; the Boy decided, having wet his bed, to sleep in with me; the film was good and my ale, the dark one, has reached the point where it is actually rather nice to drink.