Sugar and spice and everything nice

A gift from my pal Carl, to reflect our discussions about womyn's colleges, Wellesley vs. Smith catfights, etc.

I almost broke down crying in Walgreens. People seem so OTHER and mean/uncaring. To begin with, getting on the train this morning, a guy shoved me out of the way so he could board first, though it made no diff which one of us entered the car first since it was packed with rush hour traffic. I'm sure he would have pushed me into the tracks without a thought if it meant he would get to stand in the precise spot he wanted on the platform; that was the feeling I got from him--
-dang! I was just interrupted with a question from a Cornell surgery resident (so I gathered from reading his I.D. badge). Usually I hate questions from strangers (my desk is right next to the door so they come in all the time, looking for Pathology or Plastics or Radiology, none of which is my department). Anyway, he even commented on the fact that "you probably get annoying questions all the time since your desk is next to the door." Shishkebob, this guy actually ties in perfectly with what I was just writng about subway-a**hole-from-this-morning; i mean, he, being considerate of other human beings' experiences, is a stark contrast to the effer who shoved me out of the way this morning.

Bravery

Moon, the cat we are cat-sitting. She is very sweet, and VERY timid. Even if she herself sneezes, she will be so startled that she'll run away and hide. She mainly lives under our basement tenant's bed, though in the evening hours she comes upstairs to visit. We have our little murderball cat Matilda, though, who usually scares her away. But still, Moon can be very brave at times. Like when Matilda had the audacity to go down to the basement (Moon's established territory), Moon chased her back upstairs. I'd rather not let them really get into a fight though, since Moon has been de-clawed whilst Matilda still has her talons; t'wouldn't be a fair fight!