This post is in response to TaMara Rowe’s comment:
“Seriously get over yourself (sic)”, with a link to this excellent piece of writing, in which she accuses me of “sitting on my butt”, among other nonsense. Recall: this woman has never met me, but was Ex #3′s girlfriend in high school. This is the inaccurate accusation that really stands out, as the others have been said again and again on the blog she has devoted to defending my ex-fiancée, who was charged with three counts of domestic/sexual abuse last summer – I’m lying about being a rape survivor, I have enough money to have an iPhone and thus much be rolling in dollar bills, etc. Me? Sit on my butt? I wish! Even when I am sitting I’m moving around – I do, I do, and I do more, and still there is never enough time in a day to do all I want to do.
These are my final words to this woman, who has recently teamed up with Laara Cerman of Cake Imagery in Vancouver, B.C. I will not waste another minute on women who hate feminism, and “Hippiecrites”, though I’m sure they will continue to waste theirs.
ROFLMAO – NEVER!!!!!!! I have survived a life of traumatic events you have absolutely no idea about – I am a proud woman, I hate rapists, and I hate hate blogs. I also think you need to take a basic grammar skills class. Even if I didn’t have this fundamental dislike of your ethics, I would still say this, as a friend – I cannot comprehend what you are trying to say/argue for most of the time. I have edited many essays for good friends (never mind hundreds, perhaps thousands of students) in a similar manner, and they have been grateful. I learned this as a teacher – some people can express their thoughts clearly through writing naturally – the majority cannot, and it is their responsibility to learn how, otherwise they are wasting time and should pursue something that they are skillful at. I happen to be a writer, but lack skills in other areas. Remember “structural functionalism”?
It is obvious that you did not write this post without help. Now you’re collaborating with my former roommate to come up with “she owes”/”she owes” jabbering? I was never on the lease at that apartment, and thus have no legal responsibility for anything left there, or anything that went on there. Why? Under recommendation of the building manager, who is privy to all of the damage that ha been done to the infrastructure of the apartment by Laara’s alcoholic, drug dealer boyfriend. Let me say, “she owes me for psychological damages for having to be subject to watching the domestic violence that went on between her and her partner after what happened to me – after I WAS RAPED UP THE ASS WHILE I WAS SLEEPING TWICE IN A ROW AND THEN THREATENED WITH A HUGE HAMMER. A “SCENE” WAS MADE WHEN THE CRIMINAL YOU DEFEND HERE DEMOLISHED A DOOR IN THE APARTMENT WITH SAID HAMMER.” We could go on like this forever. But both of you are a disgrace to the sisterhood that is crucial to making progress regarding women’s rights. I have no respect for such women. They are baby-makers without brains. The last thing an overpopulated world needs. You are like gum stuck to my shoe. Annoying, but not worth much time worrying about, as you are a small minority of irrational, spoiled girls who never grew up.
I at first did not want to report the sexual battery because I was in love with my ex-fiancée – the night he was taken to jail, I did everything I could to stop it – to have the out of control fellow taken to the hospital instead. Since he had left a bruise on my face once before, this was not possible – the charge was automatic (as is described in B.C. LAW!). Then days passed, and I realized I had to put my ethics and self-respect above any romantic feelings left. As a prior rape survivor – I repeat for the umpteenth time! – I promised myself I would never let such incidents go unreported again, the summer that I met the assailant. Thus, I gave an excruciating one and a half hours of testimony, recounting the sexual offences. You do not know me, so you do not know how seriously I take this issue and that I would never make up lies about being abused. I do not care, but your presumptuousness is idiotic and an embarrassment to womankind, quite frankly.
Tell Billy the cat that I’m so sorry that he could not enjoy his final years with my little Phoenix, his new best friend, and a mommy that didn’t kick him and call him an “asshole”.
Speaking of the cat, you demonstrate more ignorance. The offender was allowed ONE visit to our shared apartment to pick up his things, accompanied by an officer. He chose not to take his cat. He abandoned Billy, and grabbed all of his electronic devices instead. No one was preventing him from taking the cat. His birth certificate et al. were also left at my final residence in Vancouver. I joked about selling them, but I’m not a criminal, and would never actually do such a thing – I wouldn’t even know where to start! LOL. The man moved into my apartment mid-July of 2009, thus we lived together for exactly one year and the minimum “common law” status requirement, which can be verified by my landlord at that address, who has already promised to help me with this case due to the damage “#3″ caused to his property and the peace of mind of other tenants, but doing such things as taking a pee in their mailbox. Do most thirty-six year-old men act this way? Not in my experience, though as I am ten years younger, you’re probably more well-versed.
How on earth am I scamming the government? I have serious mental AND physical conditions that do not allow me to work. And I certainly do not “sit on my butt”, Ta Mara et al. (i.e. Laara Cerman, other self-hating women of the greater Vancouver area?) I used heroin once because I did not have any way of accessing pain medication, else curl up in the fetal position crying in pain for at least a week. I told my doctor about this. I am an honest person, I am not lying about anything. I am ashamed of having done so, but I was still in school at that point and would not have been able to complete my work without some kind of opioid painkiller – I have been on hydromorphone (three times the strength of heroin) to treat my excruciating pain for a year now. I did not use it for recreational purposes, and I did not have fun using it. I actually prefer being wide awake to whacked out on pain meds – THIS IS WHY I HAVE CHOSEN TO HAVE A HYSTERECTOMY AT AGE 26. If I wanted to, I could have all the painkillers I wanted for the rest of my childbearing years. Calling me an “addict” for having a reproductive disease is like calling a diabetic an insulin addict.
“Use another’s essay for law school” – what on Earth are you talking about?!? I prefer my own work to that of anyone else, thanks. Plus, the essay required for law school is written along with the other four sections of the LSAT, in a strictly supervised environment. Was that a type-o, have you been doing drugs, or are you just that dumb?
How much time have you devoted to defending the man that permanently scarred and hurt your body driving drunk, having no idea what went on during his relationship with me? Why does this endeavour interest you? On July 1st, the day he became abusive to me and everyone around him, he also took up drinking and driving again, to an extreme. When I watched him stumble out of our former vehicle after being gone for four hours instead of one, I did think of you! Absolutely abhorrent behaviour, at any age, but for a “grown” 36 year-old man who endangered someone’s life doing the same thing -<em><strong> namely yours </em></strong> was just as sick as being raped twice, and then threatened with a giant hammer,<em></em> after day of sleep deprivation induced by his refusal to turn off music/television turned up to maximum volume. Whatever – I do not judge. If you still consider this person to be a close friend, go right ahead. He is in good company with you. You both hate women, are in much denial, and overestimate your “academic” prowess.
Again, as you do not know me, the only information I ever heard about your sex life came from this man you defend. He described a swinger lifestyle based on the book <em>The Ethical Slut</em>, and told me he had run into you with a “boyfriend” younger than me. He told me you were allowed to romp around and have sex with other men while your “future Ph.D. husband” wasn’t – speaking of getting over oneself. Do you consider yourself of higher status because of the number of degrees your husband has/will have? And what is wrong with living in Surrey? I honestly thought you lived there – I have extended family that has lived there – I hear there are some nice neighbourhoods…???
People in glass houses I tell ya… you have no idea what you’re talking about. My family lives paycheque to paycheque. I may not have a t-shirt that says “Working Class and Proud” like the man you defend does. But my wardrobe is about half the size as his, and I don’t have a mommy with $12,000 gifts available at any given moment! I know how do make a $15 outfit look damn hot, but that doesn’t change the fact that it cost $15!
Keep on writing about circumstances that took place last July that you know nothing about for as long as your want. Your words are falling not only on deaf ears, but for the most part, on no ears! You and Laara should really become good friends though! You’re both hypocritical female misogynists that stand up for abusive men and alcoholic men. I have moved on from the most horrible nights in my life – those of last July – through writing. That you have not, when you were not present, and had no clue what kind of state of mind my ex-fiancée was in at the time, demonstrates who is sitting on their butt! This is the best thing you have to do with your time? WOW.
Finally, I’m sorry, but neither you nor I “know the law” as we do not have J.D.s “The Law” (a very vague, conservative, and unclear statement in and of itself) is not taught to any large degree in criminology or sociology, though it is mentioned.
Have fun with your “soon to be Ph.D.!” hubby and children of other fathers. Have fun trying to decipher laws with Laara when I didn’t sign any legal contracts. Have fun getting ass-raped if _____ has a similar episode again, and you happen to be the nearest woman’s body!
Such a great article which the man moved into my apartment mid-July of 2009, thus we lived together for exactly one year and the minimum common law status requirement, which can be verified by my landlord at that address, who has already promised to help me with this case due to the damage #3 caused to his property and the peace of mind of other tenants, but doing such things as taking a pee in their mailbox. In which he majority cannot, and it is their responsibility to learn how, otherwise they are wasting time and should pursue something that they are skillful at. Thanks for sharing this article.
Like, totally. Say hi to dreads.