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Wednesday: mildly weird day
May. 8th, 2024 01:50 pmIt’s been a mildly weird day. I was supposed to have a noon phone call with J., but he hadn’t called by five after so I called him and woke him up and there were alarms in the background. That’s fine, gave him time, tried again about 45 minutes later, fell back asleep. I’m like, let’s reschedule; you really need that sleep. So, tomorrow! Hope the sleep helps.
Terrible accident held up traffic returning from dropping A. off at Fusion. *shrug*
I fast forwarded through a bunch of Monday’s TRMS because Appelbaum annoys the crap out of me, and then I watched last night’s Alex Wagner which was largely about the Stormy Daniels testimony, which was _wild_. I was wondering how other outlets were covering that and went to WaPo, where I ran into the Caitlin Clark / Gregg Doyel story. I will be revisiting that later, but right now I’m hanging out with a friend.
ETA:
OK, visit over, picked up A., took shower, family therapy, dinner and back home.
Gregg Doyal apparently went to Stratford Academy for high school (and it looks like he’s my age or maybe a year younger).
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stratford_Academy
So, that’s some _nasty_ background to grow up with, but useful to know when making sense of the privilege on display in the “apology” to Clark.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/sports/2024/05/07/caitlin-clark-gregg-doyel-ban/
The offending comment is pretty disturbing: “Start doing it to me and we’ll get along just fine.” The context does not make it better (Clark does a heart thing to her family at the end of each game, Doyel did it to her, she tried to gently let him know hey inappropriate, okay, but this is what it means, and then he escalated to But Treat Me As An Intimate, which, unbelievably gross). Then he caught shit over it, posted an “apology”, which apparently included this, from the WaPo linked above, in turn from one of his subsequent columns:
“Doyel, who has a history of being a lightning rod on social media, apologized in a subsequent column. “In my haste to be clever, to be familiar and welcoming (or so I thought), I offended Caitlin and her family,” he wrote. “After going through denial, and then anger — I’m on the wrong side of this? Me??? — I now realize what I said and how I said it was wrong, wrong, wrong.””
Yeah. Definitely wrong, but you still don’t get it do you. I wondered why, but when I saw Stratford Academy, that was all the answer I needed.
The whole thing was very reminiscent of the DJ that groped Swift and then sued her when he lost his job over it. There is a certain kinda middle aged man who sees a young woman rising in a career he wished he’d had — in Mueller’s case, music, in Doyel’s case, sports — and he deals with the uncomfortable feeling he has inside by trying to force the young woman into submission to him. If she’s successful, but has to knuckle under to me, I can take her success as my own, appears to be the nature of the transaction in his head.
And this, right here, is the one of the many springs that feeds the river of the meme that is man vs. bear, in which women keep picking bear.
I’d pick man, because I have a lot of anger to work out, and bears are tough to kill.
It’s hockey playoff season, so Tavern on the Square was not the best choice for going out to dinner; A. was pretty stressed. Food was good. I ordered a manhattan and got an old-fashioned, which is what I usually start with. They were apologetic, after I ordered another, and got a manhattan as the server and the bartender both figured out the mistake. Like I care, really. It’s all whisky.
Also! I _thought_ my Ahsoka Tano gear was pretty much complete. I’d already used a lot of it at WDW, and then pretty much all of it at RavenCon, but then on May the 4th, Star Wars Fine Jewelry caught my eye with an Ahsoka pendant with labradorite. Mmmmmm. So I ordered that and it arrived today. It is adorable. However, it came in a ludicrously huge presentation box that _lights up_ and comes with a cord to rechage the damn thing. What the actual fuck. It’s so bright you can’t really see what’s within the box. However, it _screams_ do something crafty with me, so let me know if you are interested. Super excited about the pendant.
Terrible accident held up traffic returning from dropping A. off at Fusion. *shrug*
I fast forwarded through a bunch of Monday’s TRMS because Appelbaum annoys the crap out of me, and then I watched last night’s Alex Wagner which was largely about the Stormy Daniels testimony, which was _wild_. I was wondering how other outlets were covering that and went to WaPo, where I ran into the Caitlin Clark / Gregg Doyel story. I will be revisiting that later, but right now I’m hanging out with a friend.
ETA:
OK, visit over, picked up A., took shower, family therapy, dinner and back home.
Gregg Doyal apparently went to Stratford Academy for high school (and it looks like he’s my age or maybe a year younger).
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stratford_Academy
So, that’s some _nasty_ background to grow up with, but useful to know when making sense of the privilege on display in the “apology” to Clark.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/sports/2024/05/07/caitlin-clark-gregg-doyel-ban/
The offending comment is pretty disturbing: “Start doing it to me and we’ll get along just fine.” The context does not make it better (Clark does a heart thing to her family at the end of each game, Doyel did it to her, she tried to gently let him know hey inappropriate, okay, but this is what it means, and then he escalated to But Treat Me As An Intimate, which, unbelievably gross). Then he caught shit over it, posted an “apology”, which apparently included this, from the WaPo linked above, in turn from one of his subsequent columns:
“Doyel, who has a history of being a lightning rod on social media, apologized in a subsequent column. “In my haste to be clever, to be familiar and welcoming (or so I thought), I offended Caitlin and her family,” he wrote. “After going through denial, and then anger — I’m on the wrong side of this? Me??? — I now realize what I said and how I said it was wrong, wrong, wrong.””
Yeah. Definitely wrong, but you still don’t get it do you. I wondered why, but when I saw Stratford Academy, that was all the answer I needed.
The whole thing was very reminiscent of the DJ that groped Swift and then sued her when he lost his job over it. There is a certain kinda middle aged man who sees a young woman rising in a career he wished he’d had — in Mueller’s case, music, in Doyel’s case, sports — and he deals with the uncomfortable feeling he has inside by trying to force the young woman into submission to him. If she’s successful, but has to knuckle under to me, I can take her success as my own, appears to be the nature of the transaction in his head.
And this, right here, is the one of the many springs that feeds the river of the meme that is man vs. bear, in which women keep picking bear.
I’d pick man, because I have a lot of anger to work out, and bears are tough to kill.
It’s hockey playoff season, so Tavern on the Square was not the best choice for going out to dinner; A. was pretty stressed. Food was good. I ordered a manhattan and got an old-fashioned, which is what I usually start with. They were apologetic, after I ordered another, and got a manhattan as the server and the bartender both figured out the mistake. Like I care, really. It’s all whisky.
Also! I _thought_ my Ahsoka Tano gear was pretty much complete. I’d already used a lot of it at WDW, and then pretty much all of it at RavenCon, but then on May the 4th, Star Wars Fine Jewelry caught my eye with an Ahsoka pendant with labradorite. Mmmmmm. So I ordered that and it arrived today. It is adorable. However, it came in a ludicrously huge presentation box that _lights up_ and comes with a cord to rechage the damn thing. What the actual fuck. It’s so bright you can’t really see what’s within the box. However, it _screams_ do something crafty with me, so let me know if you are interested. Super excited about the pendant.