There's a healthfood store near my office owned by a leather daddy who sometimes also wear pagan religious jewelry. Today, on his vest was a pin that said, "No Gods, No Masters." I dunno what his deal is, but it clearly takes more than one sentence to explain, and it makes me very happy.
Meanwhile, I chewed out some assholes who wouldn't walk single file over one part of the sidewalk to prevent me, a woman in white pants, from having to walk in mud. When I pointed this out, they seemed all startled. "Look," I said as we came to an impasse in the middle of the sidewalk, where I would not get out of their way by getting into the mud and neither would step behind the other to let me pass, "I don't care if you didn't notice I was female, think guys shouldn't hold doors for women anymore or just didn't bother to be polite because you don't want to fuck me. Stand aside, because I'm not walking in that mud."
Don't fuck with me today.
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