The Worst Day in Whitechapel

So... after a long week, I get all gussied up... and I mean, I look hot. My black flippy skirt, cause it's getting cold, my black boots, red angel sleve tunic top... sparkles by my eyes... everything. It's Gilbert's birthday celebration and the bar Indo in Whitechapel. A ton of people from school were supposed to go.

The only redeeming part of the night was that I only had to buy 2 drinks... the rest, thankfully were bought for me, since I had to basically be attacked for being me...

For being American, a Christian, not a Marxist, a woman... yeh... basically I suck.

I didn't know the other teachers at my school and their friends were freaks, as Ros so hilarously put it.

I get there and I'm chatting with some people and it's very friendly and then this weasle looking guy starts talking to me and criticizing me for being from America because nothing is old and it has no culture and telling me all about the Aztecs who lived in Mexico 5000 years ago (no that was the Mayans thank you) and how everything is old and cool and he would never go to America because it's so boring. Ok... well thanks for basically attacking me for no reason, have a nice day.

Then this very large, bald man comes up and is talking to me, and I ask him what he does and he starts on about how he writes web pages about how the environment isn't really falling apart and he's a Marxist. He asked what I like and I told him that I care about Feminist concerns and he starts attacking me because who gives a shit if a man gets drunk and slaps his wife around, when we're the have-nots. I told him I don't feel like a have-not... I have quite alot and he screamed at me because I'm not the queen, am I? and it doesn't matter if I have a fanny or a dick because it's all about class concerns because so many people in the world live horrible poor subsistance living lives. In this, he actually pushed me several times and when I just said I didn't agree and that we wouldn't agree, he yelled at me again because he doesnt want to hear that, he wants a reason, but when I would give him one (like female circumcision or the fact that women are still sold into sex slavery and are generally considered lower than men in most places in the world) he dismissed it, rudely as not important. So I asked him if he just wrote about it, or if he actually tried to work on class issues. To this he screamed that I was trying to act like I was better because I care about poor people and abused people and just cause he isn't an activist doesn't mean it's not more important...

(RUN AWAY)

3rd man, was an older black man who asked if I believed in God and when I said yes, told me he thought I was a nice girl until that because it would be me and him and God in the relationship.... WTF!!!! What relationship first off... then, because I believe in God I'm automatically an awful person or some kind of religious freak... ok... soooo time to leave.

So I went to hang out with Ros at the bar and we had a laugh about it... as Martha and I were saying goodbye to people... one of them (Mole-man) fell over and squashed and older woman sitting at a table and made a scene and wouldn't apologize to her... OMG! Time to go!

We left and met up with some other teachers and went to a gay bar (cause Andrew is gay) and the drinks were good, the music was ok, but any cute boy was gay or making out with a girl. Now I don't want to make out or touch anyone, but it would be nice to go out and have someone to talk to and perhaps dance with a little bit, but NO!

Martha and I ended up walking around for an hour before we found the night bus and finally made it home at 4am. I am tired and a bit cranky. Oy vey... always check out that the people you're going out with aren't complete FREAKS before you go out.

Martha and I will hopefully salvage our Saturday night with movie marathons and lots of food. I found Ben and Jerrys Ice cream here... yay!

Well off to do some more work.

Cheers!