Advice from the Ladies Room

There’s a very violent rapist attacking women in the Mission and it’s not their fault

There has been a lot of chatter on local news sites and blogs  (and even Facebook— thank goodness.  Be AWARE, people) about a vicious rapist who’s brutally attacking (he broke one victim’s neck) and raping women in the Mission area. 

In addition to a VIOLENT RAPIST attacking women in the Mission, there’s something else that’s been really bothering me about his latest attack. 

There are commenters who are questioning why a woman would be walking by herself at certain hours (the latest victim was attacked at 6:30AM).  Let me explain something to a person who would question why a woman was a victim of rape:  RAPISTS cause rape.  Early morning strolls do not.  RAPISTS cause rape.  Vneck shirts do not.  RAPISTS cause rape.  Getting too drunk does not.  RAPISTS cause rape.  Studying hard and late for finals and then walking home instead of taking a cab because you can’t afford it because you’re a broke college student does not cause rape. RAPISTS CAUSE RAPE.  Being a drug addict does not cause rape.  Rapists cause rape.  Being vulnerable does not cause rape.  Being a rapist causes rape.

Rapists are like roaches.  They are all around us, and you might go through your whole life never seeing one.  But they are there.  And they don’t care if it’s convenient for you when they pop into your life.

LADIES: If for whatever reason you think you’re ever going to be in a situation where you will be unsafe (and let’s be honest here: a rapist doesn’t care if him raping you is convenient.  They strike whenever they want), do what you can to stay in groups.  Save what little money you get so you can buy yourself a small tube of mace.  I know you might not like that girl who you’ve been assigned to study with, but stay at her house and don’t walk home if it’s really late and you don’t feel safe.  RAPISTS CAUSE RAPE.  Ask the largest man in your life if you can try to beat the shit out of him.  Have your best fighter friend teach you how to correctly hit a dude in his junk. 

ALWAYS REMEMBER: Rapists are rapists.  Victims are victims.  There is no gray area.

Why I don’t give (that much of) a shit that the Giants didn’t even make it to the 2011 playoffs

There are a few special occasions that happen in our lives that change us forever.  French kissing someone for the first time.  Graduating.  Meeting your best friend. The baseball team you grew up with winning a World Series.  Saying “I love you” and really meaning it.  Marriage.  That promotion.  The birth of your child.  Killing a guy (JUST KIDDING - unless it’s true?). 

The wonderful thing about these very special occasions is that you don’t need them every weekend.  You don’t need to land your dream position every time you get promoted.  Every Saturday night does not have to be the prom night that you lose your virginity.  And like bringing a child into this world for the second or third time, it doesn’t make the first birth any less special. It’s simply another magical moment that makes you the person that you are.

That’s how I feel about Giants baseball.  We won a World Series.  I’m not saying that from here on out they can play shitball and be the worst team in the history of sports, but we won a World Series and you can’t ever take that away from the San Francisco Giants or the fans who love them.  The Giants will win a World Series again.  Will it be in my lifetime?  I have no idea.  I hope so, but I don’t NEED them to win the last game of the season every year for the rest of my life. I’m used to the San Francisco Giants not winning the last game of the year.

Time well spent is creating moments that you’ll cherish forever and knowing that you can’t- regardless of money or resources- create them again.  That’s why I love the San Francisco Giants.  Watching them is time well spent, even if they lose (unless it’s against the Dodgers), because they’re my San Francisco Giants and I can’t not love them. And hey, there’s always tomorrow’s game.

Some reasons why I love Giants baseball

• Bochy relaxes by hunting sharks.  Fact.
• Romo’s ever-changing facial hair.
• And that he doesn’t seem to give a shit that Wilson’s black beard gets all the attention, even though Romo had one first.
• I fucking hate the wave, and so does every other Giants fan.
• AT&T Park lets you take your Public House beer (which is a better beer for a cheaper price) into the stadium.
• I look good in orange.
• Bumgarner gave his wife a bull calf as a wedding gift.
• I still wish Will Clark was my dad.
• Zito’s socks (still love you boo).
• Freddy’s walk-up music (black and orange black and orange). 
• Ross has the best, most sincere smile.
• Candlestick was freezing, but we went anyway.
• Timmy’s Dad is his primary pitching coach.  Adorable.
• Section 142 at AT&T Park.  Stomp your feet.