I’m gearing up to write the most in-depth, detailed, nasty Google review for a male physician. I’m going to treat it like a scholarly work. I will quote micro-aggressions from my actual chart.
I am a grown woman & professor of Shakespeare at William & Mary. do not fuck w me.
I was at my nephew’s birthday party & my father introduced me to an economics professor. he asked me what my area of expertise was & I said “Shakespeare.” he said, “good, something sensible, none of that gender, queer, race stuff.”
I was like, “oh exactly like that, actually.”
when Roe v. Wade was overturned, I asked my husband to get a vasectomy. he agreed.
just got the test results back & it didn’t work.
so, I guess my point is—you can be incredibly responsible & still have to live a sex life marked by fear in this country if you don’t want a child
just saw an instagram video where a schizophrenic man who experiences visual hallucinations asks his service dog, Luna, to greet someone who’s not there. she’s trained to only greet real people, so when she doesn’t he knows he’s hallucinating.
my heart.
my husband is one of the healthiest productive people I know—& it drives me insane. he gets up at 5:30AM, works his freelance job, does his horror writing, drives out to a trail & bikes for an hour, cooks us all dinner, & reads on the porch
I hate it. he won’t tell me his secret
I’m an English professor at William & Mary & for the first writing assignment in all my classes, I tell students to give me their version & a version written by AI. I tell them not to indicate which is which & I grade them both & make a guess.
it’s never been hard to tell.
someone wrote me that they were “rescinding” their prayers for me after discovering I was a liberal—not just stopping, but rescinding!
I didn't know God had a cancellation policy on prayers.
a few years ago I had a student that hated me so much it radiated off her. she wanted a prof to perform expertise & authority & that’s just not me. on the last day of class she came up to me & said “I’m scared you’ll give me less than an A because you know that I don’t like you.”
I am tired, overwhelmed, have a never-ending to do list & a busy Saturday. I’m barely making deadlines, struggled to get out of bed this morning, & am in desperate need of a shower.
but I am sixteen days sober.
PSA: don’t read you student evals until after the holidays. I read mine on Dec 23 last year & I’m not exaggerating when I say a ten-paragraph manifesto a male student wrote degrading my course & teaching & personality ruined the holidays for me, even though the rest were glowing.