Welp. Here’s another depressing story about a woman who tried to speak up against workplace sexist bullshit.
There’s a comic shop I’ll never be visiting ever again. I hope it goes out of business. fyi it’s the Harrison’s in downtown Salem, MA
hooooly shit that’s literally the next town over
Black list this store lol
several of my other MA buddies have blacklisted this place now
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck… I go there all the time. Welp. Not anymore.
The woman in question made a longer post in the comments at bleedingcool.com:
I was hired at the comic shop last week. I started on Saturday. On Saturday I was given a tour of the store. The person giving the tour loudly and dramatically declared that the back room was the rape room. I said “that’s not okay”. He said “it is if they can’t talk”. As a rape survivor I was upset but I did not push the issue further at that time. I wanted to keep my job and did not want to cause a scene in front of everyone. Later, the same individual came up to me and put his arm around me and pulled me to his body. I did not want him to do this but I also did not feel like I could speak up at that time. It was done while I was surrounded by other men and again, I was worried about my job security. It also did not seem appropriate or professional of me to make any kind of scene on the sales floor in front of other people. The reason the physical contact bothered me is because this same man had just made two rape jokes mere hours before touching me. Judge if you will, but I am not comfortable being pulled to the body of someone who makes rape jokes.
Despite all this I continued to work studiously. I was excited to be working on a comic book shop. Throughout Saturday and Sunday I was praised for my work. I showed initiative, excellent customer service skills, knowledge of product, and a willingness to be a team player. When I was asked to stay past my scheduled time I agreed without hesitation. On Sunday I was told by the person who made the rape joke that I was one of the employees that was going to be kept on. My schedule was adjusted to reflect this (meaning hours were added to my shifts for the week). Sunday, after I left work, the incident about the rape room and the unwanted touching kept eating at me. I wondered if the owner knew he had someone in the store calling the back room the rape room. I was concerned because this was being told to a group of people. I also thought it might be prudent for him to know in case any more similar issues came up. So Sunday night I went back to the store and spoke to the owner. He conveyed to me that he knew his friend called it the rape room. He said it was just a joke and that the touching was no big deal. He said he did not want to make waves. I did not push the issue. I had relayed what happened. That was my goal. In fact, I very clearly said to him that I was not trying to get anyone in trouble. I just thought he should know. So I went home and thought everything was fine. I had Monday off. When I went in for my shift on Tuesday the person who made the rape joke was waiting for me out front. He would not let me in the store. He told me I was fired. I asked to speak to the owner but he denied my request. That is what happened. (x)
This story is so creepy; I used to work for their competition.
The problem with game and comic stores is most of them are run like a club for the owner, employees, and their friends. If they’re good guys, it’s only unprofessional, if they’re jerks it’s the worst.
“Louisa May Alcott wrote Little Women for the money. And it made her miserable. As a young writer, Alcott concentrated on lurid pulp stories of revenge, murder, and adultery–“blood and thunder” literature, as she called i–and enjoyed writing very much. She was in her mid 30s when an editor suggested she try writing a book for girls. Alcott wasn’t very interested, but her father was a complete moron with money and had left the family in terrible financial trouble. Alcott wrote Little Women in hopes of some decent sales and a little breathing room and got way more than she asked for. The money in sequels was too good to turn down (and her father didn’t get any smarter with a dime), but Alcott hated writing what she called “moral pap for the young” and longed to return to the smut and violence of her early endeavors.”
This is awfully ironic, considering what Little Women is about; that girls can grow up to do anything they want, just as capable and deserving as men regardless of what their dreams are.
The 1994 movie is even a little bit subversive for a family drama; all but one main character is female and the stories are about female lives, with the men in their lives serving as props. Their father exists as an absent emotional plot point, the cute neighbor boy exists as a love interest with very little real depth; perfect part for Keanu Reeves to play. And the book is much the same way, casting the genders in the reverse of importance to what most media portrays them as to this day.
I’m reminded of how Arthur Conan Doyle was strongarmed into writing Sherlock Holmes novels when all he wanted to write was his faerie stories. And it’s funny how both were key parts of my reading as a kid.
Wait, what was the sea monster? Did Houdini actually fight a shark? I NEED TO KNOW.
Oh, this is a great story.
In 1911, a dead sea monster washed up on a beach near Boston. People at the time couldn’t identify what it was, but the photographs make it pretty clear it was a leatherback sea turtle. Leatherbacks are the largest turtles on Earth and can reach almost ten feet in length, so this is an enormous turtle we’re talking about here.
Houdini, being a fabulously opportunistic self-promoter, heard about this giant rotting pile of meat on the beach and smelled opportunity. So he had this thing hauled into a theater in Boston, had people chain and shackle him up a bunch (that was pretty much just boilerplate for Houdini) and then had himself sewn and chained inside the sea monster.
His assistants put up a screen around the monster. Houdini stepped out, unshackled but a bit dazed by preservative fumes, after fifteen minutes. When they pulled away the screen, the stitches and chains on the monster were still intact.
And this is why people making Houdini movies need to stop trying to embellish his story. You could only make it more incredible if you start writing fanfic about him being an immortal with superpowers that was secretly fighting time-traveling Nazis from the Sixth World War.
Tadokoro overcame eating problems and became proud of his body and a successful athlete all while being fat. do you understand how important that is to young people who hate their bodies, hate their fat, have eating disorders,…
Waiiit wait wait wait wait wait… hold on one damn minute. Is someone out there trying to use an anime as an example of how actual athleticism works in the real world?
This cannot be real. This has to be a troll. Since when has anime been a good example of anything realistic ever?
At least source an athlete that actually exists if you want to try and pull that being overweight has nothing to do with athletic ability. Ever watch the Olympics? There’s a funny thing that happens when someone overweight starts running, really training their bodies, I bet you’d never guess what it is if you really are taking an anime that seriously.
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