Went to the bar for the first time in a very long time.
Ran into some very very old Bro acquaintances - like, used to hang out and drink with these guys 10 years ago when I was dating an ex, and I maybe see them a few times a year.
So I decided tonight, HEY, I’m going to hang with some bros. Like, these guys have no concept of gender identity or queerness or radicalism besides WOO OCCUPY WOO, but whatever, I was drinking and was genuinely curious about their current lives, so I sat with them and talked. Agreed to give them a ride home.
Ended up in an argument and leaving in a huff. Obviously. How could this have happened any other way? I’m quite proud of my total intolerance for the evolutionary psychology and gender roles espoused by bros, but I still wonder at how I became so capable to tell these people to fuck off so strongly. In public. Loudly. Thanks Tumblr. Tonight was a special night.