I can imagine the sniggering and chortling among the construction crew when they encountered the putative male “Peter” (who probably doesn’t even have one).
Here’s an Oberlin photo. Is that “Peter” on the right?
Posted on 10/17/2021 7:40:39 AM PDT by TigerClaws
On Oct. 7, residents of Baldwin Cottage received an email from Josh Matos, the area coordinator for Multicultural and Identity-Based Communities.
“I am reaching out to you to give you an update on the radiator project,” Matos wrote. “Starting tomorrow (Friday, 10/8) the contractors will be entering rooms between 10 a.m. and 8 p.m. to install the radiators. This will mean that they will be in your room for a period of time to complete the work.”
I had not been contacted about any sort of radiator installation before this email, so right away the word “update” stood out to me as untrue. I grew concerned reading the second line, which informed me that I had less than 24 hours to prepare for the arrival of the installation crew, and I was further perturbed by the ambiguous “for a period of time.” In general, I am very averse to people entering my personal space. This anxiety was compounded by the fact that the crew would be strangers, and they were more than likely to be cisgender men. Baldwin Cottage is the home of the Women and Trans Collective. The College website describes the dorm as “a close-knit community that provides women and transgendered persons with a safe space for discussion, communal living, and personal development.” Cisgender men are not allowed to live on the second and third floors, and many residents choose not to invite cisgender men to that space. I was angry, scared, and confused. Why didn’t the College complete the installation over the summer, when the building was empty? Why couldn’t they tell us precisely when the workers would be there? Why were they only notifying us the day before the installation was due to begin?
I considered reaching out to Matos, but what would I say? The College was unlikely to address any of my concerns the day before the scheduled installation, and if they did, it would more than likely be in a passive we-are-truly-sorry-for-the-inconvenience sort of way, punctuated by an insistence that I would not be excessively bothered and that the installation was necessary, whether I liked it or not. The next day, I waited apprehensively. The workers began installing in common spaces, and I could see immediately that they were all men. It was clear that the College had not made a special request that male workers not be allowed onto the upper floors of Baldwin. Predicting when they would reach my room was pure guesswork. I was trying to anticipate whether I would be in class when they arrived, or if I’d have to welcome strangers into my room only to be ejected to allow them space to work.
When the insistent knock eventually came, I scrambled to get my mask on and repeatedly shouted, “Coming!” through the door. Four or five construction workers stood outside, accompanied by someone who I could only assume — by his neat polo and clipboard — to be an emissary of the College. We stared at each other for a moment before I moved aside to allow the workers to enter. The emissary began issuing platitudes that the work wouldn’t take long and encouraged me to prop open my door. I asked meekly if I could actually not have a radiator installed in my dorm. I knew the answer was no before I had even said it, but hey — worth a shot.
I left for class, and by the time I had come back, they appeared to be done, though Polo Man warned me that they would return later in the week to check the insulation. Sure enough, they were back the next day. I felt mildly violated and a little peeved.
I couldn’t help but think that, though there were other dorms affected by the installation, Baldwin Cottage was one of the worst places for it to occur. There are myriad reasons to want to be housed in Baldwin Cottage, but many people — myself included — choose to live there for an added degree of privacy and a feeling of safety and protection. A significant portion of students choose to live in Baldwin because they are victims of sexual assault or abuse, have suffered past invasions of privacy, or have some other reason to fear cisgender men. When I asked other Baldwin residents how they felt about the whole debacle, some responded with the usual complaints about any hardware project — the mess, the noise, the suddenness — but others admitted that they weren’t entirely comfortable with the way the installation had been handled and the fact that they were subject to the whims of the contractors. One resident told me that they were instructed to ask another resident to hurry up in the shower so that the workers could have access to the bathrooms. In my experience, if the workers couldn’t hear the water running, they would come into the communal bathroom as they pleased, regardless of who was occupying it.
I understand, of course, that installations like this are routine; the College needs to improve its facilities occasionally, and who am I to stand in the way of that? After all, I get a brand-spanking-new radiator, right in time for the cold weather. But why not finish the project during the four months of the summer semester, when the building was unoccupied? Why not alert us earlier to the intrusion? Why didn’t the College make a schedule detailing when the workers would be likely to arrive at each dorm and in each room? They should have taken measures to keep students comfortable and safe — especially those who have elected to live in a specifically designated safe space.
This has to be one of the most pathetic, weak, and wimpy people on the ever-loving planet!
When it’s radiator needs fixing in the real world, it will spend thousands to call a repairMAN. If only it’d have watched and learned from men fixing things.
How much you want to bet this snowflake and others were notified of the pending repairs, but they chose to ignore it until it came time for the work to be performed? Leftists are trained to force normal situations into confrontations.
If you have two penises don't get cocky? Maybe something about top holes and bottom holes? Good screed!)
Unfortunately I think you are wrong. This person appears to be pretty representative of college age females nowadays.
There is critical information lacking in this horrifying story. Were any of the invading cisgender males WHITE?
/mordant sarcasm
Regards,
In my experience, if the workers couldn’t hear the water running, they would come into the communal bathroom as they pleased, regardless of who was occupying it.The same people who WANT men entering the girls room anywhere in the country are now complaining about how MAYBE the men would enter THEIR girls room. Talk about hypocrites.
Multicultural and Identity-Based Communities
“ A made up word created by ugly women to castigated all the men who don’t want to sleep with a triple-bagger.”
Problem is, unlike ugly men, there is always some guy, somewhere who will sleep with any woman regardless of how hideous she is
So til heterophobia is just as stupid as it sounds
“These ‘safe-space’ freaks aren’t going to make it in the real world.”
If they really want safety, what space is safer than a locked room in an asylum?
I can imagine the sniggering and chortling among the construction crew when they encountered the putative male “Peter” (who probably doesn’t even have one).
Here’s an Oberlin photo. Is that “Peter” on the right?
Now if you have a penis, but tell everyone you don’t …’
That reply was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
they are creating “Karens”
Oh my. Why didn’t they do this over the summer? Because they work on a first come first serve basis and had other work scheduled. How many dorms are there on campus anyway?
Why can’t they give you an exact time of arrival? Because construction work is unpredictable. Get used to it, baby girl. You will be dealing with this reality for the rest of your life no matter where you live. Did your parents never have to wait for a repairman sometime when you were growing up? SMH
I would tell “it” the same thing I would tell aviators trying to “fly under the Army artillery” as I gave them vectors around it...KMAC YOYO. Kiss My Ass Charlie Your On Your Own.
As Norm Macdonald said: it’s a word created to marginalize normal people
You, probably.
If I understand this correctly, it’s any human who accepts, and possibly enjoys, being the sex (the proper word) one was born with. Me, for instance. I love being a girl; at 76 I love being called a girl.
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