Dee

MrX said:

LordBy said:

Dee said:

MrX said:

Dee said:

In Australia we have to vote - we get fined if we don’t. Is Canada the same? You need ID to register though (I am one of those few non-poor people who has constant issues with ID, because I don’t drive and I don’t have a passport). We also vote on a Saturday. 

Oh, and we get a democracy sausage, which I highly recommend for encouraging voter turnout. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Democracy_sausage

That is supposed to encourage turnout? What have they done to that poor sausage?

How dare you - that is our national dish! 

I think it looks delightful, except substitute mustard for that ketchup.

Yea that was my issue - ketchup does not belong on sausages / hot dogs!

Okay, that’s it - I’m declaring war on America. And it’s not ketchup - it’s tomato sauce. Or, more correctly, “dead ‘orse“. 

MrX said:

Whelp they got Matt Damon for the inevitable SNL skit.

I’m hard pressed to imagine what could possibly have been made funny about this whole thing. 

akritenbrink said:

Dee said:

@Travis I feel for you, and I get exactly what you’re saying. I wasn’t abused as a child (thankfully), but I did have experiences when I was a teen/young adult that in hindsight I can see were clearly sexual assault, but at the time just made me feel bad and uncomfortable and I couldn’t articulate why. They had a lasting impact on me too, but again, it’s only in recent years I’ve recognised that. And it’s not just me - nearly every woman I know has at least one experience in their past that still haunts them. If we’d all recognised these things for what they were back in the day and marched off to police stations, I could just imagine the reactions. 

Why don’t people report sexual assaults? Read the news and then the comments on the news - you’ll see why. 

Yeah and the other thing about @Dee and  I, and these women who are just a bit older than us, when we were high school and college age, when things like this happened, there was such a different attitude that you really, literally often didn't even think of with the label of "sexual assault" even though you felt it was creepy and wrong, and everyone knew it was wrong. So it didn't feel like there was any recourse unless someone was "actually" raped and "rape" meant forcible intercourse.

When I was about 16, there was this guy friend of ours who was really into my friend, and she liked him as a friend but she wasn’t into him. He came round to her house to hang out one time, and then he wouldn’t leave until she had sex with him. She didn’t want to - she wasn’t interested in him - but he would not go, and eventually she did have sex just to get him to leave. I remember afterwards she was angry and upset, and we were all a bit surprised because he was a “nice” guy (heh - didn’t know about those yet), but myself and her other friends didn’t make much else of it other than bitching about him a bit. She seemed none the worse for wear and this guy continued to be in our friend circle for a couple of years after. It wasn’t til years later that my friend (and myself) realised she had actually been raped. 

@Travis I feel for you, and I get exactly what you’re saying. I wasn’t abused as a child (thankfully), but I did have experiences when I was a teen/young adult that in hindsight I can see were clearly sexual assault, but at the time just made me feel bad and uncomfortable and I couldn’t articulate why. They had a lasting impact on me too, but again, it’s only in recent years I’ve recognised that. And it’s not just me - nearly every woman I know has at least one experience in their past that still haunts them. If we’d all recognised these things for what they were back in the day and marched off to police stations, I could just imagine the reactions. 

Why don’t people report sexual assaults? Read the news and then the comments on the news - you’ll see why. 

akritenbrink said:

Oh also, I think I might be going into menopause, which is extremely exciting for someone who suffers from PMDD.

Hold that excitement - meno is a bitch on wheels.