Current mood:

Fixin' for a fight

i really an am aneurysm waiting to happen
I always have to spell that word really slowly because I want to type A-N-E-Y for some reason.

*jumps on the "I hate boobie trains" bandwagon and hitches another car to the back of it* Yeehaw, let's have a hay ride!

So today I had the dubious pleasure of giving my manager 30-60 minutes of icy silence after he referred to Third Eye Blind et al as "faggot music." I was not aware until today that I could singlehandedly drop the temperature of a room several degrees, but apparently that is my superpower. What bothers me the most, I think (aside from the fact that that sort of casual homophobia is the mark of an undeveloped mind), is that while I certainly don't want to be BFFs with him, I genuinely didn't think he was the sort of person who made with the gay slurs so casually. And of course, when he finally figured out that I'd been giving him the invisible dogpile of shunning, I got the But I Didn't Mean It Like That™ song and dance. They never do, do they? Fortunately, I think I embarrassed him enough to make him think twice about saying that sort of thing again. I think he has some serious issues with women and gender and sexuality (how many straight guys don't?), which is a pity, because he's reasonably intelligent.

I don't know why I continue to be surprised when people do things like that. I think I may have to turn in my cynic card if I keep it up.

Hm. I think I need to revamp this icon.

ETAed because it's too lolzy not to share: dude in a hot pink bandana, riding a hot pink bike with a little wagon behind it containing a dog and a sign that says, "9-11 WAS AN INSIDE JOB."