Still feeling pretty fuckin angry at getting catcalled twice in less than 4 hours while walking around with my supervisor’s daughter who is fourteen.
We proceed to have discussion about how darkness in the woods is less scary than darkness in the city. Animals that might attack us in the woods would just be trying to survive, versus some creepy dude on a dark street thinking its appropriate to ask us to kiss him.
In short we would rather take on a bear than a creepy white dude.
Even supporting someone going through the job interview rounds is so intense and emotional draining.
While I am mad that they didn’t pick my lady, cause she is super qualified and would’ve rocked that job, I am so fucking glad I didn’t have to make a choice to move to Denver, CO or not. SO FUCKING GLAD.
Back to the drawing board.