I Nailed a Guy At a Supermarket

Men count on the submission of women. They count on femininity, the gender role they’ve designed for us so that they can dominate and control us. I am not feminine. I am human.

The other day I was at the local grocery store, waiting in line because it was busy. I was buying a product that I had asked the store to order for me. It was that bloody Irish Breakfast tea I’ve been wanting for months. I finally got the store to get it for me and I finally was getting it.

I approached the register and I heard over my shoulder a whining, angry male. He didn’t want to wait a few minutes and he was pissed because the store was busy and they didn’t have a lot of cashiers. This is male entitlement.

Why should he, the white male, have to wait in line like everyone else? He’s superior right?

The cashier rang me up and the cost of the tea was very cheap. I asked her why it was so cheap and the man behind me in line was muttering at me ‘oh come on lady, fucking bitch.’ So I’m trying to talk to the cashier and this asshole behind me is muttering at me and breaking up my attention.

Finally, I had had enough and turned around to face him. I yelled so the whole store heard me.

‘Hey, I waited in line like everyone else. If you don’t like it go to another line!’

He turned away from me, embarrassed. He knew the entire store was looking at him. I was ready to rip him a new one if he talked back. He didn’t.

He thought he could sit there and abuse me without me saying a word because when you’re trained into femininity, you are supposed to be nice and silent and take it. Men depend on this to harm women. Since I am close to 50, and I don’t give a shit about gender dominance and I assert my humanity, I ripped him a new one. It felt really good.

Men need retraining, they’re garbage.



Personal Update on the Big Boo Boo

If you weren’t reading a week ago, I posted about the nasty accident I had. I literally rolled off my bed (while asleep), kicked a large glass over that was on my nightstand, and landed on it breaking my ribs, collar bone and severely cutting my back. I had my stitches out yesterday by my home care nurse. I have a few different nurses that come and see me but I was really impressed with the older Chinese lady that came to unstitch me. She loved my room because I have many Chinese ornamentation in my apartment. She was so experienced that I didn’t feel any pain at ALL. She showed me all the black little bits when she was done. Ooooo! She told me the doctor did a great job and that I would have almost no scarring.

I get nice home care women that come twice a week as well. I get nice baths with back washing and I’m getting my hair washed on Sunday because it’s pretty gross right now. My clothing attire has been pretty awesome with my 2 hospital gowns and I get chinese food delivered every day for nom noms.

Clavicle (Collarbone) Nondisplaced fracture (NOT MY XRAY)

Clavicle (Collarbone) Nondisplaced fracture (Google Images)

This is why I love living in Canada. It was very easy to get these services because we have a pretty good social net which the MRA’s would absolutely call the GYNOCRACY! I was thinking today about how MRA’s make threats about men stopping work and how the entire world would fall apart. LOL. Yeah dudebros, tell that to every single female worker that cares for people like me who have sudden major injuries. I’m not so sure the world will go into apocalypse if men stopped working. I’d rather think that women would love to be the CEO’s of all the Fortune 500 companies!

So the road will be long, at least 6-8 weeks until my bones get stronger and knit together. The worst pain is in my ribs to be sure. Breathing hurts but I must do it. I had a physiotherapist come in today making me do it so I don’t get pneumonia. I did a bunch of exercises that hurt. I did ‘chicken’ neck to calm the muscles that are in spasm from the collarbone fracture. It hurts to do them but when you’re done the muscles do relax a bit. I do the chicken wing movement to strengthen around my ribs and a few others that I lay completely flat to do that have nothing to do with chickens.

I can only get up and type a couple times a day because of my pain level but I like my chair because it’s a flat back and supports my ribs. I could NOT sit in a curved back chair even if you paid me. I’m going to have a chauffeur as well when I’m a bit better so I can go shopping at different places and to take me to yoga and hopefully aquatics classes.

My wounds in the back are butterfly stitched now and I can get wet there. There is no sign of infection. Since I’m kinda stuck inside I’m watching David Attenborough constantly. He makes me sleepy. That voice of his is so soothing. I’ve learned a lot about animals in the last week or so.

The second night after I came back from the ER I finally slept and had the most vivid dream I’ve ever experienced. I could literally feel things in all my senses, especially touch. I was walking through the house I grew up in and I had this one beginning scene where I was coming up from downstairs on my hands and knees. I could feel the carpet. It was so weird. I talked too. I walked through my sister’s room and into my room. I felt like a ghost haunting around my old house. These kinds of dreams are so sensual that this may have contributed to me rolling off the bed.

My little mice aren’t happy. Things have been moved around in here and since they like stable pathways they’re all discombobulated. They still come out and skitter around, not at full speed. They do like to get close to me. They sit next to me while I’m typing. I haven’t fed them in a week but they still visit. I honestly don’t know if Little Girl is alive any more. I haven’t gotten a good glimpse to see if it’s actually her coming in here. There was one of her babies who was very grey that was visiting too. I’ve seen grey baby.

I’m going to get some mice as pets from the pet store as soon as I’m well again. I can’t wait to hang around with them and kiss their little bellies. If you ever see mice up close and they stretch on their haunches they have the cutest little pot bellies. I call it their ‘buddha belly.’ It gives you luck if you touch it and twice as much luck if you kiss it!

To my speedy, healthy recovery!


mouse on skateboard buddah belly

Rub mah belly!