I read the dump your puppy girl post for stress relief. subsequently:
me, in a troubled voice: am i the puppygirl?
81k, firmly: no. you're way too productive to be the puppygirl.
me: ok.
me a few minutes later, trying to probe my local reality for a heretofore undetected puppygirl: are you the puppygirl?...
// cw if you were triggered by that essay you shouldn't read this post either
one day out: that essay has been rattling around in my head making gunshot noises (I mostly enjoy this and am not harmed by this psychological experience). it's just so shadowy for me and many people who are terminally online
my brain was doodling around the essay idly while I made lunch and said (here follow more gunshotty brain noises, externalized into a tumblr post), you KNOW there are puppygirls out there who were intensely triggered by reading it and went to their breadwinner partner asking for reassurance. as in fact I micro did in the conversation described in the OP. and the breadwinner (honestly) says no, that's not you, you're nowhere near that bad, you literally had that job until a few months ago and you're kind of looking for another one now, you do all those crafts in your spare time, you pay SOME rent, you don't emotionally pressure me for sex. it's fine!
...but the partner does spend a few extra hours of their life doing emotional labor about this, per the exact dynamic described in the essay. I wonder how many such hours the essay has destroyed thus since its publication












