If it had just been a Playboy on the table, I probably would have been able to handle that. I don't think that people who read it are "bad," or that it's "bad." That's an entirely different discussion that I'm sure I'll get to at some point on here.

Back in September/ October, I put up three pictures of Australian Cattle Dogs from a calendar in the common area. My roommates said that if I could have my dogs, they could put up their pictures of Maxim women and whatever else they wanted around the common area. I said that I would take down my dogs if they took down their Maxim pictures. Having those pictures of women around made me uneasy, for whatever reason. That's just how I felt, I can't change how I feel about things or my past experiences that cause me to form opinions and beliefs.

From that point on, sexist and racial comments became more commonplace. Anything I said to address it was taken as me having my underwear on too tight and sticking to my principles like a prude. That's how it felt, because things took a long time to change. It's like they just couldn't understand my perspective, no matter how well I could manage to say it, and "majority ruled." Three against one. They win.

They went to Vegas over winter break, and brought back the cards that people hand out on the street corners. They put up some of the raunchiest ones around the apartment, even though I said I didn't want to have to look at those things when I got up to go to my internship in the morning.

So, my point is, this has been building for a long time. I feel like they JUST DON'T GET IT. What do I have to do to get something through their heads? Tear up one of the girly magazines and throw it in the dumpster?

Because that's what I did.

My coffee grinder now has some white powdery stuff in it, and one of their friends (who has a penchant for spite) wrote out three post it notes worth of "How to do cocaine," addressed to me. He's a class act, that one.

See comment #3 on a post on this blog from October 23, 2006.