A couple of days ago, someone tried to chase me out of his diary about sex discrimination because, you know, only women can be victims of sex discrimination. Put me in my place he did. To him, I’m not a woman. So I was never a victim of sexual harassment in my place of work, but maybe some other kind, I guess.
But he has “impeccable liberal credentials,” so, you know, I should just shut up.
I can’t do that. I am morally and ethically incapable of shutting up.
So I remembered a piece from long ago, written in June of 1994, less than a month before the beginning of Diary.