"C'mon, Christine; it's time for bed." |
"Can't I stay up until the mid-terms are over, Mommy?" |
"No, Christine. You need your sleep. You have school in the morning." |
"I know--I'm the professor." |
"Yes--and you need to be rested for a long day of bullying your conservative students.
How else will they ever learn about structural power imbalances?"
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"That wasn't me. That was the other Professor Christine Ford from California." |
"I hear you, Professor. They called me absent-minded, but at least I can remember what decade it is and what state I'm in." |
"I know what you mean, professors. Between the Hawaii Judges and the Academia Nuts, I don't like to tell people I was once president of Columbia University." |
"Nevermind them, Christine. Now put on your pajamas and your Pussy Brain hat and let's go read your favorite bedtime story: "Where the Wild Things Are: The Supreme Court" by Prof. Anita Hill." |
"You mean real criminals like Chinese spies? You wouldn't want me to ask them how somebody keeps a Chinese spy as office manager for twenty years, would you?" |
"Okay, okay...you can stay up. But only through the mid-terms."
"Oh. thank you, Mommy! I can't wait to tell the FBI about how I was manipulated!
I wanna' be a Professional Victim when I grow up!"
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"'...and they all lived miserably ever after!' ...Is there some gin around here?" |
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