June 22nd, 2009


Best Agony Aunt Ever

Dear Auntie Oxidant

I think my boyfriend might be a bit Aspie. He can't pick up on hints, never realizes when I am miserable (even if I am crying) and can't make conversation with my friends. I have described his behaviour to some of my online friends and they seem to think he has Aspergers.

Yours, Twilight Fan

Dear Twilight Fan

Your boyfriend is not 'a bit Aspie'. He's just a bloke. He can't pick up on 'hints' or tell when you are miserable because, as an adult, he has progressed beyond responding to passive aggression or sulking. He probably chooses not to talk to your friends because they are asinine bores.

As forgetting your online friends to diagnose him? If your cat was sick would you get a bunch of women who spend all their time online posting pictures of 'Edward the vegetarian vampire' dolls' they have knitted from their own pubic hair trimmings to diagnose him? No, I thought not.


Safe Space: Rape

I was chatting to a couple of friends in the pub about the stuff that had come up in the post on rape figuers in South Africa, and two of them said that they would be happy to talk about the issues, and their own experiences, but they didn't want to highlight it in their own journal (because it would feel like they were making a point), and they were worried that people would comment saying they were naive for the feelings/ideas/problems they had.

And so I said that, if they wanted it, I'd put up a post for people to leave comments on. I'd turn back on anonymous commenting, and I'd make it clear that I wasn't going to tolerate any kind of negativity. Asking questions would be ok, telling people that they were in the wrong would not.

So here it is.

I don't want anyone to feel any kind of pressure here. If this fizzles and dies with no comments then I'll survive - but when two friends say that they'd find it useful then who am I to say no?
Needs More Robots

Le tiredness

I feel completely fucked in the head today.  To the point where I was keeping Julie company for ten minutes earlier while she washed her hair and lost my train of concentration four times.

I'm blaming this on the fresh "sea air" from the BBQ that erindubitably marrog organised yesterday out at Cramond beach.  Which was nice, but strangely exhausting, for a day spent doing nothing much except chatting and eating.

So, tonight will consist of lying on the sofa with the second half of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and possibly some more of season 5 of Babylon Five.  And then no doubt an early night.