An Announcement.
Oct. 20th, 2004 01:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingI would have remarked on this post earlier, but I was working on a show all of last week.
You all recall when I was outraged because I'd heard that Saxon had remarked, "There are no women in Coffee Group, only girls", but he has since apologised, and clarified that he doesn't think the boys are any better.
Ray, however, thinks himself our moral superior. He tries to claim that we are "female embryos", completely immature and responsible for society's decline. (If you think I am exaggerating, you ought to read the post.)
Well, fuck him. He has not bothered to have a conversation with me in some time, and would not know me even if he did. I have worked with adults in real occupations. I have had two temp jobs been extended more than once. I had one of my old temporary workplaces call me up because they needed someone to be secretary to the departmental head for a couple of weeks. I have worked with professionals in theatre. I have sat on the judging panel for a short story competition. I have co-edited a book (the launch is November 5). I have generally worked my arse off this year for Visible Ink, which is not paying me a cent. What it will do is be valuable work experience for my chosen profession, viz. editing. I can go to a party, not knowing anyone, and still have a good time. I can hold a decent conversation on many diuers topics. I can play a decent game of Halo. I can, in fact, cartwheel, or do several foute pirouettes in a row. I know what a foute pirouette is. While I am not always the best at updating (it is, after all, something I do for fun and in my spare time), I have a webcomic. People I don't know have been known to read it.
My parents have always impressed on me that bothering to be polite to people, and to speak nicely, is always going to get you further in life. Having worked as a telephone receptionist, and having a friend who was a face-to-face receptionist, I can guarantee this is the case. Just because someone does not have their name in gold on the door does not mean they do not wield any power. And just because someone is your friend is no reason to mistreat them, or verbally (or textually) abuse them.
Raymond is not my friend. I cannot respect anyone who does not respect me, and he has made it perfectly clear that he does not respect me, nor does he respect several of my friends. Subject closed.
The Revolution is coming.
You all recall when I was outraged because I'd heard that Saxon had remarked, "There are no women in Coffee Group, only girls", but he has since apologised, and clarified that he doesn't think the boys are any better.
Ray, however, thinks himself our moral superior. He tries to claim that we are "female embryos", completely immature and responsible for society's decline. (If you think I am exaggerating, you ought to read the post.)
Well, fuck him. He has not bothered to have a conversation with me in some time, and would not know me even if he did. I have worked with adults in real occupations. I have had two temp jobs been extended more than once. I had one of my old temporary workplaces call me up because they needed someone to be secretary to the departmental head for a couple of weeks. I have worked with professionals in theatre. I have sat on the judging panel for a short story competition. I have co-edited a book (the launch is November 5). I have generally worked my arse off this year for Visible Ink, which is not paying me a cent. What it will do is be valuable work experience for my chosen profession, viz. editing. I can go to a party, not knowing anyone, and still have a good time. I can hold a decent conversation on many diuers topics. I can play a decent game of Halo. I can, in fact, cartwheel, or do several foute pirouettes in a row. I know what a foute pirouette is. While I am not always the best at updating (it is, after all, something I do for fun and in my spare time), I have a webcomic. People I don't know have been known to read it.
My parents have always impressed on me that bothering to be polite to people, and to speak nicely, is always going to get you further in life. Having worked as a telephone receptionist, and having a friend who was a face-to-face receptionist, I can guarantee this is the case. Just because someone does not have their name in gold on the door does not mean they do not wield any power. And just because someone is your friend is no reason to mistreat them, or verbally (or textually) abuse them.
Raymond is not my friend. I cannot respect anyone who does not respect me, and he has made it perfectly clear that he does not respect me, nor does he respect several of my friends. Subject closed.
The Revolution is coming.
