From: M. Taylor Saotome-Westlake Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2017 08:27:45 +0000 (-0800) Subject: link ref for "tense exchange on the blog in which I had protested that" X-Git-Url: http://unremediatedgender.space/source?p=Ultimately_Untrue_Thought.git;a=commitdiff_plain;h=06c2251ef274d5e5d125601d7450f825b26506cf link ref for "tense exchange on the blog in which I had protested that" This is spoiling my pseudonymity in a way that I haven't before (linking directly to my real name in a way that's not plausibly deniable, like the _An Algorithmic Lucidity_ link I left in the "Joined" repost; or buried in the source repo linked in the footer), but that's a joke, anyway (I've made links in the other direction, from my real name to _Untrue Thought_, several times)—I want to link up all the relevant context that I can. --- diff --git a/content/2017/a-common-misunderstanding-or-the-spirit-of-the-staircase-24-january-2009.md b/content/2017/a-common-misunderstanding-or-the-spirit-of-the-staircase-24-january-2009.md index f8d02ca..9183527 100644 --- a/content/2017/a-common-misunderstanding-or-the-spirit-of-the-staircase-24-january-2009.md +++ b/content/2017/a-common-misunderstanding-or-the-spirit-of-the-staircase-24-january-2009.md @@ -11,7 +11,7 @@ I worked the 0600 to 1500 bookkeeper/customer-service shift at my supermarket da The party was amazing, as always, but there's one exchange that haunts me to this day, a moment when I was caught off guard by having been _seen through_ in a way that, at the time, I couldn't permit myself to anticipate or understand. I wish I had an actual transcript of it, so I could pencil in "corrections" of how it _should_ have gone. (Narrative optimization should be a _deliberate_ process: you should keep separate track of what actually happened and what _should_ have happened, rather rather than letting them get blurred together in the murky, unauditable process of reconstructing the scene from an eight-and-change-year-old memory and a Diary entry from the Monday after.) -A blonde woman wearing a red dress and black high heels stuck out among the predominantly male throng of geeks. I struck up a conversation with her. (It turned out that we had previously had a tense exchange on the blog in which I had protested that gender-stereotypical behavior shouldn't be conflated with the fact of one's sex, but I didn't know that was her at the time.) +A blonde woman wearing a red dress and black high heels stuck out among the predominantly male throng of geeks. I struck up a conversation with her. (It turned out that we had previously had a tense exchange on the blog in which [I had protested that](http://lesswrong.com/lw/xe/changing_emotions/q6j) gender-stereotypical behavior shouldn't be conflated with the fact of one's sex, but I didn't know that was her at the time.) At some point (to my eternal regret, I cannot recall the exact context), she casually said something about my desire for social dominance. She said it matter-of-factly, as if she were commenting on something as innocuous and indisputable as my height or hair color.