Drove 11 hours through upstate new york, pennsylvania, and a thunder/lightning storm with Tay and Jose on two hours of sleep.
Part of my job is to do outreach and inspire more volunteers and interns to get excited, and love leafleting. Leafleting is hands down one of the most effective forms of activism, and it’s just an added bonus that you get to be outside in New England during one of the nicest times of the year.
An added negative is the SERIOUS amount of sexual harassment that my volunteers and I face. Every. Fucking. Day.
Today a grown 40 year old man proceeded to leverage his going vegetarian/dietary habits on a date with our 19 year old intern.
I intervened, and carefully explained how he was objectifying her, how it was inappropriate and she was merely trying to do her job: educating and inspiring others to cut out meat. I called him out on the way he pointed to her body, even though he kept insisting that it was her personality he was so interested in.
After a fucking twenty minute long conversation (where he kept telling me how well versed, intelligent and educated I was, uhm okay) he finally told her that she, (HAH!) was wrong, and had been misleading him the entire time and that she needed to be more clear every time she talked to men about what she wanted from them (even though he approached her, about animal advocacy).
I proceeded to tell him that by his logic, he should preface every conversation with his goals and intentions, with every person he comes into contact with, regardless of their gender. So that means bank tellers, restaurant employees, coworkers, family members, etc. etc. etc.
He mumbled touche and walked away slowly, without looking back.
People can be so fucking stupid. I hope his ears are still ringing from the well-dictated rebuttal that was nothing short of professional, kind and courteous. Not that he deserved it, but my organization and my volunteers do.
She thanked me, said she had no idea what to do, and said that she was going to call out more people who made her uncomfortable in the future.
I wish there wasn’t a future but I guess helping teach others that you don’t have to stand for bullshit is a winning day.
Memento mori ring, late 17th century
Diamonds might be forever, but life is not. Way better idea for a “lifetime commitment” band.
Capital Radio at Midway Cafe
I had a really fun time with Graham, a local cellist/baker in Allston’s notorious Ringer Park at twilight.
Ending another day in Portland surveying the record store stack and book thrifting gems. Portland, you’re alright.
A day in Old town by the river, with food trucks. Lots of food trucks.