Need a primer in how to shut shit down? Here’s a master class.
Background — she’s a young, underemployed writer, he’s an older dude offering career advice.
Then, as it often is with flaming freaks, things suddenly go terribly wrong.
Here’s a decision tree. Does she ignore him? Block him? Ask herself what she did to give him the impression she wanted his jizz on her face? (Mr. CL, incredulously: “Is that a line that works on the ladies?”)
Maybe it has worked for him — but that day it did not. Perhaps he mistook a woman for a tissue, but she correctly identified him as a creep.
What happens next is beautiful.
Three guesses where he goes next. Remember the three mindfuck moves — charm, rage, and self-pity. (I’m assuming “cum on your face” was the charm offensive.)
Faux introspection (“I’m a POS”)? Check.
Lame promises to do “anything”? Check.
Subterfuge (“that wasn’t intended for you”). Check.
It’s Not What I Did, It’s Your Reaction to It (Help! I’ll Get Fired And It’s All Your Fault!) Check.
It’s Not What I Did Blameshifting, Part 2. (Don’t tell my wife! Her devastation is all on you!) Check.
Talia Jane’s response to this bullshit:
Pervy dude is currently on suspension pending an investigation. He admits to the exchange, but insists it was meant for another
tissue target person.
Let’s hear it for BOUNDARIES, CN! A big MIGHTINESS shout out to Talia Jane!