OW. Get off my foot!

Because many people plainly don't get it, here's an analogy that hopefully they can grasp. If not, there is a serious problem which is beyond my power to rectify or help in any way.
To borrow it from someone's lovely post (author, unfortunately, forgotten; if you do find them, please pm me):


If someone steps on my foot and it hurts, I am going to say: "OW!" And the harder they step on my foot, the louder I will shout it. OW, OW, OW. I'm not at the moment concerned with the delicate ears of the other person, because OW their stomping hurts and no I will not be quiet.

If that person continues to stay on my foot, I'm going to try to dislodge said person, because it hurts. It's not hurting you. It's hurting me.


When people say: "That's offensive, and x, y, z is why," it's not because they want to hurt you. It's because it's hurting them.

Why people who take my culture and twist it to suit their needs can't understand this, I don't know. OW. Go away. If I've linked you to this post after an argument/discussion/feeble parody of a discusion of racism, I invite you to educate yourself and read through this.

War may be inevitable, oppression may be inevitable, but @$#%^ no I am not going to take it lying down.  *snarl*

'pologies to f-list, who don't need this.

Dentists

So I went to the dentist today.

[dramatic pause]

Erm, yes. I now understand other kids' dislike of the dentist (although in this case, it was the hygenicist). She took one of those pointed metal things--sharpandsteelandohmygoditlooksscary--and scraped my teeth. All over. And now this might be TMI, but it was under my teeth, around the gums, and along the insides, where I could feel the metal through my tooth. Urgh.

On the other hand, I now know where my salivary glands enter my mouth, that lingual amylase is fast enough to convert starch to sugar in the mouth (really?) and that I have cavities. Oh, and also? Smiling people are not always trustworthy. I thought my hygenicist was so friendly--!

More dental work in store for the summer. :(

Oh, and also: HAPPY CANADA DAY! I would've posted this earlier (i.e. yesterday, July 1) except my computer is currently not on speaking terms with me and has decided to cut out the internet connection at random.

(EXPLOSIONS!)

Dear blog,

Today at work a lady came in (she was new to the community so I was supposed to talk to her about it? Give tour?) I turned on the overhead light--it was about seven-thirty and rather cloudy--and the lightbulb above her head. Just. Exploded.

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 I'm still bursting into little giggle fits as I think of this. I honestly didn't know that light bulbs exploded. I mean, I turned on the light, waved my hands to turn on the sensor thing, and then there was a sound and all of a sudden there's glass all over the place. I really thought that only happened in special effects. I woul've thought this was a dream (a very bizarre dream), 'cept I can look up into the light socket and see the jagged edges of glass.

Anyway, I cleaned up the mess (thank God for the vacuum), but not before the lady had to go into the washroom (conveniently about three steps away) to remove all the shattered glass from inside her shirt. I showed her around the lounge and pool and things, but I'm quite sure she now has slight qualms about this facility. I mean, not a very auspicious start...

Also: exploding lightbulbs make BAM sounds. :D