Lookin' for some frackin' needle and thread
At this moment I am angry. I am sad. I am terrified.
Are you wondering “why”?
I am wholly disturbed by the numerous accounts, of just today, of the numerous accounts of women being assaulted in the news, whether it’s television, print, or digital.
The U.S. Navy is prosecuting 3 separate individuals for sexual assault against women. Tina Amini, a journalist for Kotaku.com, reports on various forms of harassment, verbal and physical, that women journalists, PR reps, and gamers have experienced at E3. James Taranto, writing on for Wall Street Journal, how the prosecution of males in the military of their sexual assault of women, is considered a “war on men” and to paraphrase, a political campaign against men’s sexuality.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!
There is something very wrong with our country. Why do I, as a female-gendered person, have to actively prevent sexual harassment and/or assault? Why do I have to defend myself because of what I was wearing, if I was in a male-dominated environment, or because alcohol was involved?
When will the criminals in hand be questioned? When will they be, so to say, tied over the barrel and have to explain their actions over and over again to satisfaction of the governing police force?
Are the people just waiting for the survivors, the ones sick of it, whether you identify female or male, to start carrying around bats and tazers and defending themselves physically every time someone verbal or physically assaults them?
Why do I have to determine a course of action and defense when I want to go the gym at night and feel safe when I walk to my car?
I repeat, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?
Surprisingly, quite well. I did drink a Stella, so that’s nice and light pairing with the sweetness of the gelato. Also, I did walk around the airport a good amount post-imbibing, so that could have helped as well. Mhmm, it was the perfect delayed-flight treat. Have you ever tried a Guinness Milkshake?
So I had a wonderful dream last night that involved David Tennant, in the style of the 10th Doctor.
It was in this alternate ‘verse where witches were known by all people. I was this quiet and almost felt I was hidden away from the world, being somewhere in England. It was odd, in that in the village square, there were beds in the open, where you could lay down and watch the stars, but yet be not effected by the weather.
Somehow, I was out and about in this area and laid down on one of the open beds. Starring up in the stars, David Tennant pops into view with a “Hi there!” Proceed to have a conversation, me being ridiculous nervous and wondering why the hell this man, the 10th Doctor, was talking to me. He was talking to me about magic and that I’m somehow quite important and special to the witches. He eventually lies down on the bed with me and we proceed to fall asleep, holding one another. WHAT?!?
(I have forgotten stuff in the middle)
Jump to a battle raging around us, David is there by my side. He fights with another witch and takes away from this simple necklace, with a single tiny green stone in the middle. He places it around my neck and my powers come alive. I stop the battle. I’m recognized as the prophesied leader of the witches.
Comes to end of the dream and David and I are walking in a library of some sorts, arm in arm. He tells that we cannot be together, that it would be like Guinevere and Lancelot, it would destroy the kingdom, the world.
(Wild and wonderful dream)