Sometimes I think I should update my stereotypes of the UK and then I find out they have a snack called "twiglets" that taste slightly burnt and it just confirms everything
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Sometimes I think I should update my stereotypes of the UK and then I find out they have a snack called "twiglets" that taste slightly burnt and it just confirms everything
(I posted this on my Facebook, and although it does say where I live, it only really narrows it down to one of a couple thousand places, so I figured I'd share it here too.)
Tonight, on my way to and from work, I passed through the sea of tents outside Memorial Colosseum a total of four times. The first time, I was a little jittery, but the sun was up. The second and third times, the sun was down, and I kept my eyes down, head low, and earbuds in. I have gotten used to making myself small so as to avoid being noticed enough to be harassed. The fourth time I walked through the sea of tents, I was harassed twice, by a total of FIVE people. This was over the course of MAYBE 45 seconds. The first incident happened right next to the Qdoba at Avenue of Champions and Rose. A grown man and a pair of adolescent boys were walking together, and the three of them called out to me. They all laughed at themselves. They were so very pleased, so very amused. They wolf whistled when I passed, and so I hurried my pace. The second incident was seconds later. A car drove by and a young man hollered out of it at me. I had my headphones in, and I tried to ignore him, but I knew he was shouting. I accidentally made eye contact, and so I knew he was shouting at me. I made myself walk, not run. I have learned over the years that running away doesn't really help. When I got home, rattled and shaky, maybe a minute and a half after the second incident (as I live just down the street from where I work), I called Campus Police. Well, I called 911, and was routed through to campus police. The first 911 operator was steady. She knew I was scared, and she took me seriously. The campus police operator told me that I should walk on the other side of the street until the campers leave. She assured me that they were only here a few days a year. This isn't the first night I've had where I felt terrified while making a two minute walk home. One night a boy shouted "I would like to rape you" in a sing song voice as he drove past. One night I was walking home to my apartment and some gentlemen shouted swears at me for not responding to their wolf whistles. I have become used to this behavior, and I have adjusted my behavior accordingly. I am tired of this. I am so, so tired of this. I've found myself too jittery to finish my homework. I am tired of feeling this scared of the night. Good god, I want it to stop. So I was wondering--does anyone have a baseball bat I could have?
i know people think we're joking when we say the uk only has like 10 actors
but in david tennant's new show i've counted at LEAST two actors who've been in harry potter (not counting david)
and the other main actress is in a fuck ton of movies and tv shows
Okay everyone, where are the downton abbey links?