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Persistently Psst’d At

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I was standing in front of Abe’s firm (sans Abe) waiting to cross the street when some dude on a bike went, “Psst” at me while riding by across the street. My first thought was gross, but then he kept doing it! He rode a couple more yards, psst’d again, then rode some more, and psst’d again. I’m not usually one to draw unwanted attention from men, unless it’s racist, and this is definitely the first time I’ve been repeatedly whispered at from a man on a bicycle, casually riding away whilst psst’ing. After his second psst I got a little bit nervous that he would turn his bike around and follow me to the gravel laden parking lot, which had become dark and ominous at this point. It’d be just my luck to have a bike bell ring behind me and scare the bejesus out of me.

So, if you’re in Mountain View alone in the dark, watch out for this man:

Bitch.

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After a stressful week at work, I went with a friend to treat ourselves to some Bi-Rite ice cream. It was creepily warm for a mid-November evening, and while walking down 18th St . there was this dog hanging half way out of a first floor window, acting like a trashy woman propping herself against the windowsill and people watching. After thinking “how cute!!” because I love when animals act like humans, particularly trashy humans, but then the sad-sigh kicked in and I got jealous and thought “Bitch! I want to be her!”

I’ll lift you back up, gays!

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In the big picture, there was nothing sad about last night’s election results – we elected Barack Obama as our next president. Enough said. Bring on the change.

And yet, in a country where we can overcome eight years of hell and embarrassment – thank god my pledge of ignorance is coming to an end – we’ve suddenly taken a huge step back. I was fearful I had to be ashamed of being an American, but for sure I’m ashamed to be one in the state of California. I’ve always known there were pockets of scary here, but I never really associated them with my neighbors, or people I work with, or the people I went to school with. In my mind, because I had gravitated toward the liberal, I naively assumed the rest of the state was behind me too.

Last night’s feeling of “the rest of them finally get it” turned into sadness as the California results trickled in: Animal rights, yes. Abortion rights, yes. Same-sex marriage, no. What. The. Fuck.

I went to sleep with 62% of the precincts reporting on Prop 8, hoping they had just left out the good ones and woke up at 5 am nervous, and then 10 am disappointed. I was hoping to use this picture as an unusual sign of celebration on this site to rejoice about all the upcoming gay weddings I would attend with open bar and copious boys to fulfill my dream of being lifted by a group of gays.

Lifted by a gay on July 4th

Instead, with sadness, I will have to use this picture to encourage people to come lift me at MY future wedding, which is rude. Or, I can promise to do more next time to help lift up my gays, if not for equal rights for everybody, then for my growing obsession of being gloriously lifted. I mean, look at that picture, look at how happy I am. And fuck you, 52%, for denying my right to lifted by gays, single or married (but preferably married because the more gays to lift, the better).

Threatened by sole Sad-Sigh reader

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Let it be known that devoted Sad-Sigh commenter, “Abe,” if that’s even his real name, is a threat to humanity and the economy. While “working” diligently from “home” I received an email threat simply entitled:

I squish your head!

Body:
I squish your head!

It’s a sad depiction of the employed and the obviously unemployed – although it’s hard to tell who is who in this scenario.