I believe her....

The woman who made sexual harassment allegations against Bill O'Reilly last week. I believe that she is telling the truth and I'll tell you why: Because that really is how some men treat women in the workplace. My former employer treated me that way, as did several of the employees there.

It seems to me that we women think it's cool to be "tough" and play with the big boys. Little do we realze that we actually have to act like one of the boys in order to function in school and in life. Recently it was pointed out to me that men might get the wrong impression of me, by my spending time trying to get my work and my homework right... by socializing and by having dinner and participating in study-groups, pizza night, and outings to the bookstore.

In retrospect, all of that time seems quite excessive. But the point is that to me, at least, it never even occurred to me that this guy might get the wrong impression or have an agenda. Mister Wonderful had an interesting point that I've misjudged lots of people, lots of times... with negativity being the result. It would be naive of me to say that at least a majority of the time, I didn't see it coming. Because I did see it coming. Denial, my friends, is not just a river in Egypt.

Didn't someone once say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, whilst expecting a different result each time? Yeh... that's what they said. So I want to act differently because while I know that Mister Wonderful is probably at least partially right... I just don't want it to be true.

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On another note:

About a year ago, I started cleaning house with my life. Effectively, I removed content from all online sources that might shine a less than flattering life on me or my life. Tonight I am taking that a few steps further... There are some people that I need to cut out of my life because they poison me.

It's funny that I discussed the very same topic with my Bible study last week or two weeks ago -- "When do you sever a relationship?" Well kids, I think I know: when there is no reason for it to exist, you know the person is never going to change, and whenever you interact with them, it ends up causing you grief on some other front in your life.

You'd think that I would feel emotional about this ... but it's more of a relief. Gettin' back to basics.

And marching down to campus tomorrow, to volunteer in the Women's Issues offices. To-morrow.