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I feel like any time someone says, “but my black friend says…” there’s a black person going “so, there’s this racist at my work…”
Anonymous said: Dear Man: I work as a copyist for a barrister. In the late afternoons, when the others in the office are all out running errands, he has taken to touching me in places that are unwelcome and making suggestions that I, a respectably married lady, dare not countenance. I need the income, however. What do you suggest? Superbly Confused.
Dear Superbly Confused,
Ah. One of those: A pillar of the community who is obsessed with his own pillar. I hope we can all agree that no woman should have to choose between the sanctity of her own body and her future income.
You ask me what I suggest, and, as I am a man, naturally I see a solution to your difficult and heart-rending problem. It is actually quite simple. You see, we men could do a great deal to stamp out this sort of behavior. The next time we hear a man joke about the things he is planning to do with his unsuspecting employee, we might tell him that he’s a loathsome toad, stop inviting him to all our public events, and stop sending business his way. If we see someone touching a woman without invitation, why we could cut him from polite (and impolite society) entirely. When a woman comes to us with a horrific tale of male imposition, why, we could take her seriously and impose whatever sanctions necessary on the brute who did her wrong.
Men! We have the power to prevent these sad abuses. Let us band together and stamp out—
Wait one moment. I have just this moment received a notice from the Man-Office. (Women: You may not have heard of the Man-Office. This is for obvious reasons.) The Man-Office tells me that we cannot possibly do this, because we might make the men who have brutally violated and imposed upon women feel badly.
Ah, well, then. Never mind all that. Surely we dare not be so unfeeling as to make terrible people feel badly when they do terrible things.
Minion of the Man-Office
Anonymous said: Yo, engineer here. The physicist isn't entirely correct. If you were to create a very large gun, done where the barrel exceeded the height of the atmosphere (~400 km), and used gradual acceleration couple with good timing, you could fire racists into the sun. Of course, they'd be dead in the barrel due to lack of atmosphere, but you can't have everything, I suppose.
Can I just say I fucking love physicists? “Imagine a perfectly spherical racist weighing exactly 100kg” lol.