Posted on 11/24/2018 10:55:45 AM PST by Tolerance Sucks Rocks
I am a professor of international political theory at King’s College London and bye-fellow of Pembroke College, Cambridge. I am a fellow of the British Academy and a member of the International Studies Association (ISA). Several years back the ISA voted me the “distinguished scholar of the year.” This year it censured me, not once but twice. I was guilty of saying “ladies lingerie” in a lift, and more disturbingly in their eyes, of writing a conciliatory email to the woman who had overheard me in the lift and filed a complaint. I appealed against this decision, but earlier this month was told my appeal had been rejected.
During the second week of April 2018, the ISA had its annual meeting in San Francisco. It attracts many thousands of members from multiple disciplines who do research on international relations. The meeting consists mostly of panels at which scholarly papers are presented and discussed. I stayed in the San Francisco Hilton, the venue of the meeting. On the third afternoon, I was going up to my room in a very crowded lift when a male voice asked people to shout out their floors so he could press the relevant buttons. People named floors and I said: “Ladies Lingerie.” I confess it is an old, lame joke; my youngest son later remarked that it was not the worst joke I have ever made. Upon reflection, I think these words came to mind because I was flush up against the back wall of the lift and feeling slightly claustrophobic. It was a way of releasing tension—or so I thought.
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I’d tell a nasty broad in an elevator, covfefe. Let her sue.
Thought crime.
Here’s a thought, kill all lawyers, don’t hire women.
Don’t hire any people of color.
Don’t hire any freaks, weirdos, etc.
Be happy.
Slightly related: Whenever I meet a recent graduate I always give them the same piece of advice. Never talk about the boss in the restroom. You never know who’s in the next stall.
Play them some Bugs Bunny
How about asking your colleague in a crowded elevator how his court hearing on those rape charges worked out?
Punchline to my favorite elevator mojo me: “Must be your feet, then. “
He should have said he had an uncontrollable urge to be a
Crossdresser or Trannie
that day and all would have been forgiven.
Change your cell phone ring tun to one of the many Rap “Artists”.
When criticized, complain about the institutional racism. Demand that the NAACP investigate.
“Is your breath bad or are you standing on your head?”
It’s not the lame joke that did it. I have said exactly that same thing in elevators. I last did it in the 1970s when we still had a country, and most people had a sense of humor and didn’t consider silly-a$$ humor to be SEXUAL ASSAULT worthy of calling the police and shoving a hot iron poker into your digestive tract the back way and when raging feminazis didn’t yet have the total power over you that they now have.
You did nothing wrong. No apology. Jail for the fangtooth manhaters.
It used to be people would just roll their eyes at a lame joke.
Now it is ammunition to harm a career.
The perpetually offended (or those who pretend to be to do damage) have made the modern workplace even more of a miserable place.
When I’m in a crowded elevator, and want to release the tension, I start singing the love theme from Silence Of The Lambs.
It's a good thing he didn't mention Mrs Slocombe and her "pussy."
“Punchline to my favorite elevator mojo me: “Must be your feet, then. “”
Or, as you exit the elevator say “yes, I did it! Or, “it was me!”
I wonder if this guy or anyone else in Academia did anything to stop this nonsense when it was in it’s infancy? Too late to complain about it now, the monster has been released and has reproduced.
I just let one rip.
[Sharoni] holds a Ph.D. in Conflict Analysis and Resolution
Hilarious.
When are these people going to learn that you never apologize?
“I stayed in the San Francisco Hilton, the venue of the meeting. On the third afternoon, I was going up to my room in a very crowded lift when a male voice asked people to shout out their floors so he could press the relevant buttons. “
I see your first problem, in the United States it isn’t a “lift,” it’s an elevator. And FWIW, I can remember being in an elevator in a San Francisco department store as a child when elevators had operators, and they would call out “X floor, ladies lingere!” Sure glad we were sane back then!
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