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Wherein our heroine walks out of a panel

For fucks sake, people!  Has anyone looked at a calendar recently?  It is fucking 2018!

I was all excited for the Creative Habits and Deep Work panel today.   I figured it was just what I need to kick my rear in gear and maybe finish something already.  I was even more excited when I saw Seanan McGuire and Beth Rose were on the panel.

And two dudes.  I really don't mind, but the energy was hinky from the start.

So, said dudes talked about their writing rituals and how they can shut everything out.  "Oh, I spend time and have dinner with my kids, then I go into the office, close the door, and put on my headphones.  I can ignore everything and do the deep work of writing."

Seanan mentioned that, being raised as a girl with brothers, she was NEVER able to ignore the dishes in the sink.  That, as women, we are taught from day one that we have to do all the stuff around the house before we can even THINK about writing/painting/having a creative life.

And this DUMBASS (who is a bigwig at Baen, btw) said "Well, *I* do dishes."  And his dudebro BFF chimed in with "I do dishes, too" and they looked like they were expecting a fucking ticker tape parade.

A year ago, I would have sat and fumed quietly, or possibly slunk out the back.  This time, the Universe conspired that the only seat available was in the front fucking row.  No way to be sneaky and, besides, I was fucking pissed.  First of all, this is Seanan fucking McGuire...show some respect.  And y'all are making the damn point.

So, I stood, and said something to the effect that I was not here to listen to men pat themselves on the back for doing basic housework, or to hear them talk over the women on the panel and walked out.

What's that quote?  "Speak, even if you voice shakes"?    I did.  And now I think I'm gonna go have a drink by the pool.

[much, much later]

Well, never did get back to that entry, but I *did* have that drink by the pool.  Okay, more like chugged it, because despite the best efforts of SPF 3 million, I could feel myself starting to incinerate after about two minutes.  I am *never* going to get to be the outdoor pool type, at least not during the day.

It was a really good con, but much more low-key for me than last year.  I didn't push myself to go to every single panel, every single performance, every single room party. I did the stuff I really wanted to, but I really am all peopled out with work and needed the time away more than anything else (okay, and a few nights in a hotel bed.  Why are hotel beds so much better than, like, anything else in the world?)   Actually, I didn't do any room parties this year--but, Saturday, we *were* the room party, so that counts, right?  Chirp came over, so we had snacks and drinks and general silliness.  We ended up rolling some of our new dice to determine who chose music off YouTube, so we now have a set called the Travelling Rock N' Roll Dice.  Whee!!!  I also got Chirp addicted to the Harris Teeter brand Grilled Corn on the Cob popcorn  (I don't know why current mission in life is to let everyone know how awesome this stuff is, because they can barely keep it on the shelves at my usual store).

I *did* get to get Seanan McGuire to sign my copy of Indexing (my first name is Alicia, so I fell for that book immediately) and the Pretty Little Dead Girls cd I won on her Hogswatch give away a couple of years ago.  She was cool, but man, she looked exhausted.  I think *I* get peopled out?  I can't even imagine being to GoH at a con.  We also brought her an emmisarry from our splinter tribe of Aisling mice and a small bottle of Pearl vodka as tribute.  That got a genuine smile.  :)

We are such dorks.

Oh, and I almost denied knowing  said Mr. Dork twice.  I was looking at a really cool Team Harley necklace at a dealer table, and he started on his anti-Harley Davidson rant.  *facepalm*  The look of pity I got from the dealer was hilarious when I reminded him where we were and this was referencing Harley QUINN.  (In all fairness, I am a bit of a bike geek.  Riding is the only thing I miss about my ex)

I think she gave me a discount on the necklace based solely on that.

The truly hilarious one, though, was at 1am yesterday morning.  We'd left the curtains open to catch another sunrise (we were on the fifth floor).  He got up to get us a drink of water and saw a light ouside our window.  Then one slightly below it, flashing red intermittently.

Dude was convinced it was a drone.  We spent a good 5 minutes standing in front of the window, discussing it (while naked, no less.  It is a no biggie for me, but proves that *he* was freaked out).  He had me convinced.  He even called down to the front desk to report it.  (Boy, is THAT guy going to have a watercooler story!)

We pulled the drapes, settled back into bed...when he noticed the smoke detector.  He freaked out about THE REFLECTION OF THE SMOKE DETECTOR!

This will never not be funny.

I am so glad Past Me decided to take today off and not return to Happy Acres until tomorrow.  The late spring/pre-Con Crud cold I got last week rebounded on my ass on the way home.  I actually slept on the train for a good 45 minutes, came home and took a two hour nap, and was in bed before 8pm.   I'm still horking up a lung, but at least I'm well rested while I do it.


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Jun. 5th, 2018 04:38 pm (UTC)

Good for you! I'm sure you weren't the only one at that panel thinking exactly that.

Jun. 5th, 2018 04:58 pm (UTC)
Haha, you'e my heroine, woman! *high five*

There was one thing that went around FB a few weeks ago. Written by a dude. He wrote: "I had dinner with my friend and when we were done, I put the dishes in the sink and washed them, together with whatever else was left in there. He said he liked it that I helped my wife with the dishes. I replied that I did not *help* with the dishes. They were *my* dishes as much as hers because I *live* here, in this household just like she does. My dishes, my children, my bathroom, my chores as much as hers."

I thought that was pretty brilliant and it says a lot about the "normal" attitude dudes still have these days.
Jun. 5th, 2018 06:26 pm (UTC)

Hats off to you :) that was cool.

Jun. 5th, 2018 06:47 pm (UTC)
Ugh, dudebros. I would have applauded your walkout.
Jun. 6th, 2018 08:53 am (UTC)
Good on you for resting. Hope you feel better soon
Jun. 6th, 2018 06:41 pm (UTC)
Good for you! I bet you weren't the only one who walked out.

I love that bit about the smoke detector and you two standing naked at the window!
Jun. 7th, 2018 12:56 am (UTC)
GO YOU !!!
Jun. 8th, 2018 09:11 am (UTC)
Good for you because honestly, WTF dudes.
Jun. 10th, 2018 12:53 am (UTC)
Jun. 11th, 2018 06:38 pm (UTC)
"Well, *I* do dishes." And his dudebro BFF chimed in with "I do dishes, too" and they looked like they were expecting a fucking ticker tape parade.
this is literally EVERY man I've ever met! omg. they do the dishes one freaking time and expect us to fall to the floor and worship at their feet. like they built the damn taj mahal rather than did one lousy load that we do every fucking day and get nothing for. (I know its 'not all men', but its been all the men I've met thus far)

I was not here to listen to men pat themselves on the back for doing basic housework, or to hear them talk over the women on the panel and walked out.
GOOD for you! that was awesome! I would have stood up and clapped for YOU right there.

and *giggles* at the smoke detector light reflection.

Edited at 2018-06-11 06:39 pm (UTC)
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