After the Readercon mess (short version: somebody sexually harassed a woman, she complained, trusting that Readercon’s zero-tolerance policy would be implemented and the guy would be banned for life, it wasn’t, people rightfully got furiously upset, went viral with it, Readercon recognized their mistake, banned the guy, and I believe the entire Readercon board has now resigned in apology), my friends lists have been filled with a lot of discussion about rape and harassment and the problems people deal with day in and day out.
I’ve been lucky, and let us not make any mistake: it’s a sign of a broken culture that I’m lucky to have not experienced much in the way of harassment, but the point is more that I was reminded of an encounter on a bus trip years ago, when I was living in California. I wrote it up at the time, and thought I’d repost it.
There is no particular object lesson to be taken from this, mind you. I just like the story.
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(x-posted from the essential kit)