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omorka. . . but this was really embarrassing for everyone involved.
Miss Todd, honey? Let me let you in on something. Any time any woman, anywhere, pulls a stunt like this, it (a) feeds into all kinds of ugly racist stereotypes - stories like this used to end with a noose, and not so very long ago that it's out of living memory, and (b) - more importantly, perhaps, to you and me directly - gives plausibility to every male rapist everywhere who claims his victim is lying. Got that, dearie? Bless your little heart, you've just potentially set every female survivor of physical and sexual assault back twenty years. Don't do that. Sexual assault is too damned important for you to use for a bit of psychosocial political theater. Or did you not go through the usual date-rape seminar up in College Station? If nothing else, imagine who'll believe you, personally, now if you're ever molested on campus (or anywhere else - gods help you if you ever really are attacked at an ATM).
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In other news, Rangerdon's culinary arts classes are starting up "Cafe R" again, where they prepare lunches and sell them to the faculty and staff for reasonable prices. I have to admit - the next two weeks' menu is harvest-themed, and looks really good. I might actually order a lunch this time (I never did last year due to a combination of timing and never really liking anything on the menu - they're rather fond of bell pepper up there). However, one of the menu items - a salad - starts with pear halves poached in a citrus-vanilla bath, adds all kinds of yummy ingredients like goat cheese and walnuts (along with red onions, which I admit I am not so fond of) - and ends with a honey mustard dressing. I'll admit, I was stunned for a minute by the idea of vanilla + mustard. It seems like a hugely bad idea, especially since they could just as easily mix up something like an orange vinaigrette.
Miss Todd, honey? Let me let you in on something. Any time any woman, anywhere, pulls a stunt like this, it (a) feeds into all kinds of ugly racist stereotypes - stories like this used to end with a noose, and not so very long ago that it's out of living memory, and (b) - more importantly, perhaps, to you and me directly - gives plausibility to every male rapist everywhere who claims his victim is lying. Got that, dearie? Bless your little heart, you've just potentially set every female survivor of physical and sexual assault back twenty years. Don't do that. Sexual assault is too damned important for you to use for a bit of psychosocial political theater. Or did you not go through the usual date-rape seminar up in College Station? If nothing else, imagine who'll believe you, personally, now if you're ever molested on campus (or anywhere else - gods help you if you ever really are attacked at an ATM).
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In other news, Rangerdon's culinary arts classes are starting up "Cafe R" again, where they prepare lunches and sell them to the faculty and staff for reasonable prices. I have to admit - the next two weeks' menu is harvest-themed, and looks really good. I might actually order a lunch this time (I never did last year due to a combination of timing and never really liking anything on the menu - they're rather fond of bell pepper up there). However, one of the menu items - a salad - starts with pear halves poached in a citrus-vanilla bath, adds all kinds of yummy ingredients like goat cheese and walnuts (along with red onions, which I admit I am not so fond of) - and ends with a honey mustard dressing. I'll admit, I was stunned for a minute by the idea of vanilla + mustard. It seems like a hugely bad idea, especially since they could just as easily mix up something like an orange vinaigrette.
