And then I come in, a person who has never had an ant infestation, who hasn't had a lifetime to learn how to operate in an ant's world with grace and dignity, and I think I need to offer YOU advice on not letting the situation "control your emotions" bc "life is too short.". I tell you to maybe try smiling and being really polite to the ants. I talk over you and tell you about the one time a beetle touched my butt in a club in a very nonconsensual way, and try to equate my singular experience to living with a lifetime of never quite feeling safe or entirely autonomous in one's own space.
Well, that would make a real cunt, wouldn't it? And I would owe you an apology and probably a Starbucks giftcard for assuming I'm smarter or more reasonable than you, and have any right to say anything other than "That sucks, I'm sorry." This "pussy grabber" business has a lot of women very upset. It's a reminder of the thousand thousand dehumanizing remarks and behaviors we've endured since we were children, in ways large and small. It's re-traumatizing and tiring, and I can say, at least for me, makes me want to punch a hole through a party bus. So, be a kind to the women in your life. Listen to their pain without making it about you. Examine your attitudes and behavior and accept that you're probably part of the system what raised ya. Work to be a better than a bug. (Be an aardvark, maybe. Those are dope.)