AUTHOR: M. DATE: 9:25:00 PM ----- BODY:

As part of my crazy job I train public school teachers and faculty in bullying prevention and intervention skills. Earlier this week I trained the faculty at a ginormous urban public school. It was less than ideal conditions: me with a microphone in the cafeteria training 150 teachers who haven't had a contract in four years. I expected some evaluations to be less than positive, which is always the case, and more than usual since some of the staff were there purely under duress and were pissed off for reasons unrelated to me or to the topic. After a bunch of years of doing this, I like to think I'm pretty good at taking in constructive criticism and letting go of the negative comments that are just about the person's own issues. But this one takes the effing cake: "Less cutesy cute. More professional." "LESS CUTESY CUTE. MORE PROFESSIONAL." "LESS CUTESY CUTE. MORE PROFESSIONAL." Grrr! Aaargh! Foot-stomp! It can take a lot to piss me off, but you and your cutesy cute have pushed my buttons, my friend. You have awakened my not-at-all-latent feminist defenses. If I were a man would you have called me cutesy cute? If I were older than I am - or at least older than you - would you have called me cutesy cute? I don't even know who you are, but I bet I know the answer (and I can make some guesses about who you are). You don't have to like me, my training style, the topic, or the way I teach it. But don't call me cutesy cute and question my professionalism unless you want some cutesy cute right up your own ass. Don't fuck with Overthinker Girl. She'll tear you up. Ahem. On that note, a little welcome irony: You're a girl power mommy! You love to be girly, but you're no pushover. Your kids are learning that gender differences don't have to mean gender inequality. You've taken back pink, and you don't care who knows it! What kind of a freaky mother are you? (Thanks to Julie for the tip-off on this one).

-------- COMMENT-AUTHOR: FemiKnitMafia COMMENT-DATE:1:30 PM COMMENT-BODY:Hilarious, cutie pie.
I'm a Goth Mama, by the way. How scary (and wrong!) is that? Clearly those quizilla people are out to get us. --------