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Mandatory family reunion briefings, heh.

I picked this out of a friend's weblog entry because it reminded me of the Shady J FSC postal-mailing me over halfway through Himself's desert trip to tell me I could get some free services on base. It was swell they got through the paperwork he'd filed three months earlier, but they obviously didn't look at my mailing address. I wasn't going drive 38 hours from Colorado for free babysitting. *snerk*
I got a second email from our Family Support Group saying it's *mandatory* for us to attend "family reunion briefings" this month. . . . What are they going to do to me if I don't go? Not give me any support anymore? Gee, not that they've given me any yet. I'm not going. What are they going to tell me that I don't already know? This is not the first deployment we've been through. I don't relish the idea of sitting around with a bunch of stupid military wives and their screaming children, only to hear stuff that I already knew. . . .


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Jan. 31st, 2004 06:42 am (UTC)
I remember when I got accepted to Douglass college they told me I had to attend a mandatory rape awareness class, and then we'd break down in groups and learn how to scream "NO!" and kick a guy in a space suit in the nuts.

I didn't go.
Jan. 31st, 2004 07:27 am (UTC)
Hey, at least yours didn't assume you were a HORRIBLE RAPIST who had to be told not to rape anyone, since, y'know, we couldn't figure that one out for ourselves.

Rrr. I am still annoyed by those. They'd spring them on people, and usually you could tell what they were, but once in a while they'd do a new disguise when they'd realize that people were hip to the old ones. But basically, they'd start by telling you to think of four women you knew, best friend, girlfriend, mother, grandmother, whatever. Now -THINK OF ONE OF THOSE BEING RAPED-!!!! (which, uh, sorry, is not something I really enjoy doing, which I know was the point, but...still). Then they spend about an hour telling us Obvious Things that it's _not_ OK to, say, drug a girl's drink and have sex with her. Or get her drunk and have sex with her. Or force yourself on her. Or any of the other possible rape-situations that can exist. And it's all done in this way that assumes that You Need To Be Told, Because Really You're All Potential Rapists.

Which... I don't know: I suppose is a decent thing on paper, but, uh, I honestly don't see anyone going "Waaaait, you're saying that slipping a girl a roofie is _bad_? Oh, man, I'm glad you told me, I was about to try that this weekend!" (seeing as, uh, if they're Evil And Twisted Enough to think it's OK in the first place, I doubt some annoying Rap Session is gonna change their mind.)

So, basically, all you have is annoying/insulting the Upright Decent Folk, and boring-without-having-impact-on the Evil Ones. So... rrr. It's just frustrating.

At least now I know what the girls-with-sense were avoiding.
Feb. 1st, 2004 02:11 am (UTC)
Yeah, I can't imagine what a rape awareness class for guys would do.

I have been a little nervous on a back street in NYC and whatnot, thinking someone was following me, when I was by myself in a little plaid skirt, and it was easy - all I had to do was start scratching myself all over and screaming, "BUGS! BUGS! BUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" and any potential rapists/muggers/etc, whether real or imagined, have never bothered me.
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