I also tend to get called censorious, which ... kind of seems to circle back to the same thing.
Hmm. In some settings, I think that I am being censorious when I say 'that's not at all funny.' I mean, if the problem comes up in a classroom, then to me, it's a teaching opportunity; I don't want to shut down the student telling the joke (usually his classmates will handle that for me) but I do want to make him (and the rest of the class) stop and think a little more deeply about the social context of the 'joke' and the power dynamics at play.
But when it's my father or, in the past, male co-workers (office and retail environments) I don't think like a teacher. In those cases, I am the butt of the joke, either personally or as a representative of the gender being made fun of, and I don't care whether the joke-teller learns something about the world; I just want him to shut the hell up.
And, of course you're welcome to a copy of the paper! Now all I have to do is finish the bloody thing .... :)
Oh, I know that feeling. I'm trying to get enough energy to make up a to-do list of writing projects for this summer, but the dissertation looms over everything. I really want someone to invent a neural plug-in, something that plugs into my brain and into the USB port of my computer, so that my brain can get the darned thing written without it needing to be filtered through my conscious thoughts and fingers on the keyboard.
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Hmm. In some settings, I think that I am being censorious when I say 'that's not at all funny.' I mean, if the problem comes up in a classroom, then to me, it's a teaching opportunity; I don't want to shut down the student telling the joke (usually his classmates will handle that for me) but I do want to make him (and the rest of the class) stop and think a little more deeply about the social context of the 'joke' and the power dynamics at play.
But when it's my father or, in the past, male co-workers (office and retail environments) I don't think like a teacher. In those cases, I am the butt of the joke, either personally or as a representative of the gender being made fun of, and I don't care whether the joke-teller learns something about the world; I just want him to shut the hell up.
And, of course you're welcome to a copy of the paper! Now all I have to do is finish the bloody thing .... :)
Oh, I know that feeling. I'm trying to get enough energy to make up a to-do list of writing projects for this summer, but the dissertation looms over everything. I really want someone to invent a neural plug-in, something that plugs into my brain and into the USB port of my computer, so that my brain can get the darned thing written without it needing to be filtered through my conscious thoughts and fingers on the keyboard.