And today will be the day that you will always remember as the day that you almost - nope, didn’t even come close to - murdering Bedelia Du fucking Maurier
Bedelia, sitting on a beach somewhere, drinking wine straight from the bottle because she deserves it (via meganmachine
The other day I was attending a seminar for grad school, and the professor said he worked for an institute that was looking for an intern, and that all those interested should come up to him after the seminar.
Me and a bunch of other people (all women I think) went up to him and he explained a little about what would be involved in the internship. One of the women asked “this is a cheeky question, but is it a paid internship?” and he said, with a really gross tone in his voice, “uh.. no? It’s an internship?” as if it’s ridiculous to expect to be PAID FOR WORKING. Then he added, jokingly, “it’s exploitation”. Uh huh, super funny. How fucked up is this interaction, really? That someone even feels the need to preface a question over whether they will be paid for their labour with “this is a cheeky question”? The fact that it was all women talking to a man, especially. So grossed out.