I live near the Rose Garden and traffic on game or concert days is a bitch.
I live half a block from a park that hosts softball, concerts, movies, or other events at least twice a week during the warm months and parking is always borked during said events.
Thanks to the fact that I live near these attractions, my neighborhood is thriving, vibrant, healthy and desirable, with lots of cafes, upscale bars, restaurants, grocery stores, and boutiques.
In exchange for a little traffic or parking inconvenience, I get to live someplace AWESOME.
I like Portland men. I like sensitive guys who cook indoors and talk about their feelings. It's not their fault that I'm more than a little slow on the uptake when someone's flirting with me. It's not their fault that Portland's culture has spawned a courtship style that is significantly different from, say, the Midwest or California. It's just the way it is. Nothing wrong with being able to fix a car or fire up a grill, but those are just another set of skills... if I'm dating a social work PhD student, why should I demand he "man up" and grill for me? That makes as much sense as moving to Montana and demanding that your manly frontier man go into social work. Don't blame people for not being what you want them to be; that's unfair and dehumanizing. We aren't toys to be altered or replaced at your whim.
... and never, ever, stick your fingers in your date's ears on the first kiss.
That said, I wanted to comment on why so many people drop off the face of the earth without so much as a "sorry, no thanks" after the first or second date. I was once an offender myself, so I can comment on why I used to do it. It's because of a surprisingly high proportion of those "sorry, no thanks" being followed up by a dozen argumentative or pleasing texts/emails trying to wheedle or guilt me into "giving them a chance". Lest this sound like just a girl problem, my male best friend has gotten the same thing from ladies he's gone out with.
In other words, all of us end up paying the price because of the batshittery of a few. I'll tell you the honest truth about why at least some of us never call back; it's because we're SCARED, and don't know how to handle it.
I have reinforced my ovaries and put on my big girl panties since then, and now I always offer at the very least the courtesy of "You seem like an awesome person but I'm not feeling it". But I still understand why some people might be too timid to say that much if they've had a bad experience or two.
Although I sympathize with the difficulty of finding a job in this market and detest the state of our economy and the downgrading in value of a degree of any kind, I can't help but wonder what kind of grad degree IA has that he/she doesn't have at least a cumulative year's worth of internship experience? That experience requirement is exactly what internships, paid or unpaid, are meant to provide you with.
I know many students have a fondness for the guy, but wow. He's being asked to move his room. He's even being given preferential treatment in the location of his new room. The argument on Lorimer's website that his current room is "already community space" is completely defied by his territorial effort to stake claim to it... clearly, if it's that big a deal for him to give up control over it, it's not community space, it's MR. SWEENEY'S space.
Teachers at many schools have to move rooms on a regular basis to adjust for the school's changing needs, or clean out their rooms annually to make a blank slate for summer programs. Basically, this guy has been spoiled by having the same room for so long, thinks he's entitled to it, and is having (or his wife is having on his behalf) a hissy-fit over something that is ultimately completely inconsequential. I don't approve of his behavior and think it sets a terrible example for his students. Where are the priorities, here? Where is the perspective?
The combination of the demonization of the principal as a power-tripping monster and the completely irrelevant (and, speaking as a minority, nauseatingly patronizing) playing of the race card makes it impossible to respect or take seriously what appears to be at its foundation merely an inappropriately public power struggle between a teacher who has become comfortably complacent with the status quo and a principal who wants to change it.
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