Hear effing hear!
Bitch Ph.D.
…the daily drumbeat of the world treating you like you’re a piece of meat every time you step out of the house takes a toll on your psyche that nothing can erase.
It’s so awful here at work right now. Walking out of my office feels like that scene in “Silence of the Lambs” where Jodi Foster has to walk down that hallway toward Hannibal’s cell, and all the convicts are lined up, staring at her.
I walked out of my office to go to the bathroom this morning and there were 20+ guys standing there, dead silent as I walked past.
I went over to the cafeteria and it’s the same thing, but at least those guys aren’t dead quiet and staring. What’s worse is what they’re saying though. It’s like they’ve never even heard of the concept of moderating their language in a professional/public setting.
I don’t know, I can’t deal with it today. I just want to not leave my office and thus not be stared at.
And BTW I am not saying these are admiring glances, or WHOO-BABY’s. It’s just staring on account of femaleness, and that’s not any nicer to be on the receiving end of than a catcall or an insult. It’s all off-putting, it all makes me uneasy and uncomfortable.
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