Harrassment By Any Other Name

When I was in college, I was a member of a much ridiculed minority. One consisting of only two percent of the world's population. At my institution the percentage was even lower. As a matter of fact, I only recall 3 other members of this minority in all my years spent there. I was constantly being approached by people remarking on my condition. I went to the Dean, Lamping was his name.  He was dating a grade school class mate of mine, but they broke up. I better leave her name out of this. Anyway, I asked for a "safe place" where those of us sharing this condition  could congregate without being "hit on". That is what they called it in those times. You were being "hit on" or "hawked", not harrassed. So when I made my request the dean said, "Bag ass, Red."

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I see that I have not posted anything in several days.  I understand that if I post nothing then there is no one showing up to read it.  (That seems like kind of a Yoda-like sentence.)  I  am trying new meds and procrastinating like crazy.  I have to figure out what is going on.  But what started all this craziness was a song, and there is a new one running through my head, so I think stuff is going to start wanting to be typed and/or said.  Meanwhile, thanks for stopping by.  I'm gonna go eat ice cream.