(Trigger warning for sexual harassment/sexual assault)
It’s been a very busy few weeks (summer Latin class! Research assistantship! ), and then suddenly a deeply crap week at work, which involved some fairly significant sexual harassment (I’m not sure how to define it, really) from a library patron, and turned into a situation spanning a couple days, the police, and a lot of resentment, confusion, and mixed emotions on my part. Of course, this also means I’ve spent a large part of the week listening to Bikini Kill and thinking about what governs my reactions to situations like that, though I’m also clear that it’s not—or shouldn’t be—my responsibility to figure out how to react—it’s not anything that anyone should have to plan for. I’m still processing, but this song has been going through my head a lot.
"I ain’t got no candy for you."