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May. 10th, 2008 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
OMFG this is the kind of day I'm having:
Alex and I went to the Baltimore Folk Music Society's family dance, as we have done a few times before. The caller was not as great as usual, but we still had a good time. Alex mostly shadowed me - we held hands and acted as one dancer together - but when she got tired I scooped her up and carried her on my hip.
After an hour or so, her interest flagged and we were both more seriously tired. (We had our second OWL overnight last night, which pretty much used up my week's supply of energy.) I sat down on a bench and began to gather our things.
When she saw us getting ready to leave, a middle-aged woman I don't know came over to us.
"You were amazing with her-"
I gave a parental smile-and-shrug. It is tricky to steer a three-year-old through a contra-style dance.
"-the way you were holding her-"
Alex is thin and light for her size, but I can see how someone might think it's impressive to dance while carrying a 28-pound weight. I'm used to carrying her, though, so it's no big deal.
"-even though you have something wrong yourself."
I froze. Looked fixedly at her and raised my eyebrows in reproof. She didn't seem to notice. She gestured at my right arm, as if I might not have taken her meaning.[1]
"I mean, for you to be able to dance like that-"
I arched my back slightly, keeping the rest of my body stiff with outrage, looked up at her through the tops of my glasses, and gave her Raised Eyebrows of Doom.
My Eyebrows of Doom apparently need recalibrating. Because I watched, spellbound, as her hand came out. Pat. Pat.
She patted me on the head.
No, really. She literally did. I'm not exaggerating for humorous effect or being metaphorical. She patted me on the fucking head.
"I didn't even know there was anything wrong with you!" she said benevolently, as if conferring praise.
"There isn't anything wrong with me," I said coldly. "I'm a very experienced English Country dancer. I've been dancing for years." I took Alex by the hand and we swept out of the room while she uttered little exclamations of protest and surprise.
I just... wow. Wow. She... wow.
I know that I should use this kind of situation as an opportunity to educate, but I was quite literally struck speechless. I mean... I mean... okay, where do you even start with someone who, head patting?
[1] For those of you who don't know, my right arm is about half as long as my left, the elbow doesn't bend, the shoulder has limited mobility, and the hand is four-fingered and slightly smaller.
Alex and I went to the Baltimore Folk Music Society's family dance, as we have done a few times before. The caller was not as great as usual, but we still had a good time. Alex mostly shadowed me - we held hands and acted as one dancer together - but when she got tired I scooped her up and carried her on my hip.
After an hour or so, her interest flagged and we were both more seriously tired. (We had our second OWL overnight last night, which pretty much used up my week's supply of energy.) I sat down on a bench and began to gather our things.
When she saw us getting ready to leave, a middle-aged woman I don't know came over to us.
"You were amazing with her-"
I gave a parental smile-and-shrug. It is tricky to steer a three-year-old through a contra-style dance.
"-the way you were holding her-"
Alex is thin and light for her size, but I can see how someone might think it's impressive to dance while carrying a 28-pound weight. I'm used to carrying her, though, so it's no big deal.
"-even though you have something wrong yourself."
I froze. Looked fixedly at her and raised my eyebrows in reproof. She didn't seem to notice. She gestured at my right arm, as if I might not have taken her meaning.[1]
"I mean, for you to be able to dance like that-"
I arched my back slightly, keeping the rest of my body stiff with outrage, looked up at her through the tops of my glasses, and gave her Raised Eyebrows of Doom.
My Eyebrows of Doom apparently need recalibrating. Because I watched, spellbound, as her hand came out. Pat. Pat.
She patted me on the head.
No, really. She literally did. I'm not exaggerating for humorous effect or being metaphorical. She patted me on the fucking head.
"I didn't even know there was anything wrong with you!" she said benevolently, as if conferring praise.
"There isn't anything wrong with me," I said coldly. "I'm a very experienced English Country dancer. I've been dancing for years." I took Alex by the hand and we swept out of the room while she uttered little exclamations of protest and surprise.
I just... wow. Wow. She... wow.
I know that I should use this kind of situation as an opportunity to educate, but I was quite literally struck speechless. I mean... I mean... okay, where do you even start with someone who, head patting?
[1] For those of you who don't know, my right arm is about half as long as my left, the elbow doesn't bend, the shoulder has limited mobility, and the hand is four-fingered and slightly smaller.
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Date: 2008-05-11 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-11 02:12 am (UTC)Complaining would make it into a problem with the dance, rather than a problem with this idiot. I don't want to do that.
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Date: 2008-05-11 12:18 am (UTC)I'm short, and there is very little that annoys me as much as somebody patting me on the head. That's just.... GRRR.
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Date: 2008-05-12 05:34 pm (UTC)-nara
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Date: 2008-05-11 12:39 am (UTC)OMG.
OMG OMG OMG
*sputterchoke*
I know that I should use this kind of situation as an opportunity to educate,
Well, only if you want to, y'know? It's not your duty to enlighten the clueless. On the one hand, I can see how you'd feel that someone sure as hades should, and CluelessLady presented you with an opportunity, but it's not like other opportunities to learn how not to be a condescending jackass don't present themselves, and, really, you were fulfilling your end of the social contract by not ripping her a new one, right there.
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Date: 2008-05-11 12:44 am (UTC)I can only hope that she tells this story to a friend casting herself as a victimized speader of light and her friend takes the opportunity to educate her with a clue by four.
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Date: 2008-05-11 12:48 am (UTC)I suggest you forward this post, or something similar, to the organizers along with a more detailed description of the woman, and a request that somebody have a quiet talk with her.
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Date: 2008-05-11 12:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-11 04:06 am (UTC)*head patting*. Unbelievable!
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Date: 2008-05-11 01:05 am (UTC)What the ...
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Date: 2008-05-11 01:05 am (UTC)Actually, probably not. But it's fun imagining you doing that. And it would be educational :D
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Date: 2008-05-11 01:15 am (UTC)Bazooka.
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Date: 2008-05-11 01:21 am (UTC)Also meant to say...
Date: 2008-05-11 01:30 am (UTC)She clearly ranks high on the clueless meter, 'cuz I'd never want to face your Eyebrows of Doom - death at 30 paces...
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Date: 2008-05-11 01:22 am (UTC)Speaking of my mother, back in the Depression when she grew up, that kind of thing was pretty common behavior. She grew up with people doing those things to her, which is what she said made her mean. (She said "After you learn to bite, they stop.")
Miss her so much. I was her only child.
But yes, if she were here, she'd say "Bite their heads off, that's the only thing they understand!"--and I'll just pass that on, with love from you to her. :)
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Date: 2008-05-11 01:55 am (UTC)*blink* *blink*
Okay, when this comment came in I was reading your blog for the first time in my life, because a friend linked over to there. Did you come over here because my LJ friends page showed up in your referrer logs, or something? Because that was weird.
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Date: 2008-05-11 02:14 am (UTC)Wow.
I wonder if she knows how lucky she is to still have her patting hand.
Wow.
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Date: 2008-05-11 02:16 am (UTC)Well, my child was present.
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Date: 2008-05-11 02:14 am (UTC)I know that I should use this kind of situation as an opportunity to educate,
There's only so much of that you can do, and some people aren't educable. (My mother was blind, and she'd get very tired of having to deal with other people's assumptions about her abilities - well, mostly assumptions about lack of abilities.)
grrrrrr.
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Date: 2008-05-11 02:24 am (UTC)As you describe it, what her behavior reminds me of more than anything is a kind of variation on the now-famous Open Source Boob Project. I tell ya, some people don't fucking deserve hands.
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Date: 2008-05-11 02:00 pm (UTC)At least this one was more absurd and less sad than my other interpersonal frustration of the day.
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Date: 2008-05-11 02:24 am (UTC)Oh, ROCK ON.
And she patted you on the head? What barn was she raised in, and weren't the other pigs ashamed?
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Date: 2008-05-11 02:27 am (UTC)I mean, I just...
How can someone be that stupid and still breathe‽
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Date: 2008-05-11 02:30 am (UTC)(Of course, this is a huge case of second-hand l'esprit d'escalier, but it's such a satisfying picture...)
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