Just Read This on Boston Craigslist

I lived in the Boston Cambridge area for four miserable years, (for grad school) and I was constantly made hash of by creeps, so I can identify with this, but if I could I would send an email of thanks to the woman who wrote this protest to let her know she's amazing and makes me have faith in humanity, at least the humanity of Boston, again. Thank you, anonymous woman.

To the shitstain who made a woman cry on the T - w4m

"You got up right before the Stony Brook stop and said something in a low voice to the woman next to you. You exited the train and she burst into tears. I asked her what you said---and in between sobs she goes, "he said 'Have some respect for yourself and lose some weight'".

Oh shit, you said that to a complete fucking stranger, an innocent person trying to read a book on her ride home!!! Yeah dog, you sure did, and then you turned heel and walked off like the miserable coward you are.

You publicly humiliated another human and made her cry. How truly fucking horrifying of you. She was totally stunned, and devastated. . .is that what you wanted to see happen? Are you that much of a nightmare that you are PLEASED by making people cry? Total strangers even? I don't think I can fully express to you what an absolute skidmark you are, but here goes:

You: blond, slicked hair, hipsterish. You manage to be both tasteless and sanctimonious, and something tells me you brag about loving Bukowski even though you only made it 80 pages deep into Women. You definitely think you're smarter than everyone, and you love reflective surfaces. You work in design/tech/oh wait, who cares, you don't fucking matter. You treat women like garbage, but don't worry---we hate you. You have a stank on you, and a lot of us can smell it...truly a dookiestain made flesh. You don't have an original thought under that stupid haircut. You are a straight up fucking bully, and you should be ashamed of yourself. Bullies are the absolute worst.

The thing is, part of you knows this, and you're upset that no one treats you like the special snowflake you believe yourself to be. So you say horrible things to strangers in public to make yourself feel better. Stop being such a fucking bully and shitting on other humans just because your wounded-ego feels like taking a dump. No really, just fucking stop.

Any of my fellow feminist vigilantes who might be reading this: keep an eye out for a white dude, around age 30, who looks like a wacker version of Macklemore, if that's possible. Make sure you remind him of his insignificance.

And to the woman to whom this human diarrhea pile directed his steaming ego turd: keep your head up girl, it's not even about you. I hope it didn't ruin your day. "

 

Also, a Crohn's update: I had an x-ray defcography last week to find out why it is so hard for me to deficate. Dr Mulhall's nurse called me yesterday and said that the test, which took 3 and a half hours, showed that I had multiple abnormalities in my lower bowel, including a recticele, strictures, large internal hemeroids and some kind of abcess. Unfortunately, Dr M wasn't in last week, and I couldn't get an appointment to see him until September 12, my late stepfather's birthday (RIP Lloyd). But the nurse said she'd put me at the top of the waiting list because she felt that I needed to see the doctor sooner than that to get a plan of action going to correct these problems, which said to me that I am going to need lots of surgery. I dread surgery because I am slower to heal when I am on biological drugs like Remicade. There is always the chance of complications with surgery, of infection, of dying on the table, and I have a teenager to raise, so I can't shuffle off this mortal coil yet. 

But today, as Dr Cargill was removing some anal skin tags that had become inflamed from my rump, I was reminded that the first rule of dealing with Crohns, for a Doctor, is "try to avoid surgery." Because Crohn's patients make a lot of adhesions and other problems out of scar tissue from surgery. Plus, Dr C told me that Dr M is the quarterback of my team, and that I need to wait to see what play he was going to call to help me feel better in the future. So I shouldn't worry and fret about it now.  I am trying to heed his advice, and the advice of his lovely nurse Lisa, and just take deep breaths and wait to see what Dr M and I can come up with to treat my Crohns.