11 March 97 
 
Ah -- today is a red-letter day.  Feeling good.  Understanding more,  
bitching less.  Made my second (third?) debut into the realm of irc so I  
could talk to some friends.  Man, the intelligence level there might be  
considered to be higher, but the social skills don't terribly impress.  I  
mean, I assume the people saying stupid things are just baiting other  
people and other people don't see this and say something stupid back to  
rebait. 
 
(debate?  hardly.) 
 
But of course, I'm assuming that they're not essentially stupid.  And then  
there's the fun of being a straight female around the gay chat channels.   
Anyway. 
 
I had something to say about sexual harassment, but the subject bores me.   
It's usually about men who weren't brought up right (and women too, I  
suppose... but that's a different story).  Obviously, said people cannot  
handle the fact that as semi-intelligent animals we've developed society  
so that we're no longer bound by our biology totally.  So if you want to  
try the neolithic style, perhaps as a service to you we should remove you  
from society.  I'm willing to quarantine people who find the wide world  
threatening to their carefully set mental boundaries.  I'm a kind person. 
 
I suppose I could describe one of the few times I have actually  
experienced sexual harassment.  There once was this huge monster called  
linville (gorge) (was that his name?  i guess i'm just blocking it).   
Linville would attack anything female that went through his suite.  This  
pissed off his suite-mates, who liked having females around.   
 
You see, linville was disgusting.  He was big and "intimidating".  He  
liked to grab. 
 
So once he tried to grab me or tickle me or something.  I squeaked and  
dropped into a ball.  Then I crawled under a couch.  He tried poking at me  
a couple times under the couch, but I guess he didn't find that  
titillating enough so he went away.  I was planning to fake an epileptic  
seizure if he tried something like that again.  He never did.  He must  
have thought I was a freaky bitch. 
 
Anyway, that's the best way to handle harassment.  Harassment is a weird  
behavior (in my eyes.  I don't do everything I think about.)  So it  
deserves equally weird behavior.  The whole point is to make the agressor  
uncomfortable, rather than yourself.  Works like a charm.