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And not just head rush giddy, like about to black out giddy. Mouse didn't feel up to going home, and they suspected malaria, so I tottered to the admissions desk and got her a room, and they took her up in a wheelchair.By this time I was fine again, only really, really wiped out (I don't know why I've been feeling so lately, it's really odd.
Although, again, that is a very weird thing to do, coz you're all like, "Oh, hello, you don't know me, but I broke your daughter." I left to go home and get her some stuff to settle her in for the night, but today she is fine too. Anyway, so it turned out that a bunch of people we had done theatre workshops and plays with are in Bombay. And tomorrow is Sameer's birthday, and August which is a very expensive month for me will begin, bringing with it FIVE birthdays.I had intended to make this a cheery post--how I don't know--but sometimes fake cheeriness actually motivates you to feel better. But seeing as I'm writing this from the hospital, it's rather hard to be all upbeat. This considering she had been puking since five in the morning, meant she practically fainted in the auto on the way to the doctor, who, wouldn't you know? So, I took her to the nearest hospital, intending to get her into the Out Patient's Department, but while I was making my enquiries, she nearly fainted again, so we were both packed off to the emergency room. Yesterday she had severe dysentry, which of course being all "polite American" she didn't let me know till like 3 pm.The doctor there seemed more excited with the fact that she was from the US, but after putting an IV on her, was very nice going on in this totally fake American accent about what her "major" was and so on. the doctor looked at me and said, "Oh, sympathy illness" gave me a glass of water and then said, "Sooooo, what kind of journalism do you do?I would've thought it was amusing at any other time, only just then, as I was standing next to her, I suddenly became completely giddy too. " Thankfully, he had lost the American accent or I would've bitten him.Only quite cross that they're not letting her go home till tomorrow. Except, oh, almost forgot, I went out with an old friend of mine yesterday, a friend from when I used to participate (briefly) in Delhi's theatre circuit. Of course, the only one from the theatre workshop where we actually met who an actor is me. Luckily, my friends are so scattered, only two will be in Bombay. But I also owe a lot of birthday presents for July (I really like giving birthday presents, no matter how old the person is, I think everyone should be congratulated for being born) so yeah, August will be tight. (You can't do anything about the hunger part, but you can alleviate my boredom.
But I decided in like first year college or something, that I could either do many things mediocrely, or I could focus all my energy on one thing. Mouse is reading right now, and I'm loving the fact that I have a data card because this is like sooooooooo 21st century, you know?
A friend on Facebook just pointed me to the terrific post The Art of No at Captain Awkward.com, talking about manners and ethics while dating. But I have an itch because my friend pointed to it by way of a post on the Tumblr blog Gallery of Dangerous Women which just excerpted this segment: Women are socialized to make men feel good.
We’re socialized to “let you down easy.” We’re not socialized to say a clear and direct “no.” We’re socialized to speak in hints and boost egos and let people save face. In fact, I’d argue that the ability to just say “no” to something, without further comment, apology, explanation, guilt, or thinking about it is one of the great rites of passage in growing up, and when you start saying it and saying it regularly the world often pushes back. of men just don't know about it at all, and even those who do have a hard time seeing all of the implications in women's experience. Indeed, I'm a fella who read a bunch of feminist theory as a teenager and committed to it seriously and almost three decades later I have to admit that I still labor to truly appreciate the implications.
People who don’t respect the social contract (rapists, predators, assholes, pickup artists) are good at taking advantage of this. I can tell you from that experience that it is difficult for even attentive and conscientious men to figure out how to operate ethically and effectively in the face of our failure to make clear consent a part of our culture.
I can also tell you from that experience that most women — including most feminist women — don't realize how tricky this situation is for men.
The beauty of that The Art of No post is that it focuses, as we should, on the risks and problems which this presents for women but also takes seriously the challenge that men face at the same time and provides some sophisticated answers for how men should navigate these waters.