Whatever whatever.

Hahaha. Oh. It gets to a certain point, and you just have to laugh. And remember that the vast majority of people who have gotten involved on all fronts in this entire situation have been sane, decent, supportive human beings. I'm as proud of being a man as I am of being white. Fucking classic. I bet you had to work really hard on that one. Now, if you'll excuse me, this chain-smoking unrapeable drunken trollop has to go attend to her greasy hair and lice-infested bush.

Seriously. A lot of discussions have popped up all over as a result of this situation, and the women are all saying the same thing. And the vast majority of the men are supporting them in that. If the rest don't feel like accounts of first-hand experience are more valid than their half-cocked, embittered self-formed philosophies, then that's fine. I hope they enjoy continuing to stroke their own keyboards. The whole experience has just reminded me of exactly why I keep the men I do around me in my life. Because they're thoughtful, intelligent, hilarious, supportive, and completely and utterly unthreatened. Because they are strong, good men. And they know it.

So. I'm in an emotional way, at any rate. Today my very first first graders graduated middle school. I don't even know what it will be like not seeing them in the hallways anymore. They've been there from the beginning, and it's going to feel like a completely different school without them. Got off early and headed to Homeplus to pick up some things for this weekend. Got a message somewhere in the middle that means I have a surprise guest coming out tonight. Said guest has already been warned that myself and my flat will be in no state, due to boiler issues, and that I will be in the midst of doing housework when said guest arrives. So if that's alright, then that's alright. I don't have the energy to try to make things better than they are today. But I'll probably try to cook a nice dinner anyway. Because I'm a hopelessly neurotic host.

So. Off to scrub everything, including myself. Do the laundry. Get the supper on. Etc. Should be back on Sunday with a pretty classic account. If you're one of these psychos who's all bent out of shape about white women dating Korean men, and has somehow gotten this issue mixed up with rape, then feel free to stick around for that. You're going to love it. And I'm going to love giving it to you.