I had a few times in my life where guys were messing with me so bad that I don’t actually remember everything that happened, but I seem to have this one persistent memory or fantasy from my undergrad. I was out for whatever reason and some jackass told me to smile. So … I whipped my head at him, did the bared clench teeth snarl crazy eyes smile and ran at him. Don’t remember if it actually happened but I swear to god that’s what I’m doing if a guy ever tells me to smile again.

Doctor of Palaeopathology, rage-prone optimist, stealth berserker, opera enthusiast, and insatiable consumer of academic journals.

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