How do I get off this ride?
Let me be blunt with you, oh internets: for some reason, I have provoked churlishness from a colleague, Redneck Mother.
I have endeavored to ignore his incessant gender stereotyping (and besides, I guess this stereotype is correct-- he and his pals think baked beans are a fun thing to give someone with Irritable Bowel Syndrome, and think it's funny not to warn someone that their zipper is is as open as the mouth of a dead bass during a presentation to the school board, but I am not one of them.) I try not to get defensive or annoyed, but really, friends, here's the deal, expressed just so I don't explode:
RM gets paranoid when other people ask anyone but him for assistance. He excludes department members that he doesn't like from curriculum writing workshops. He refers to any and all spine-possessing women as "feminazis," and "dykes," which is oh-so-original if it wasn't a) wrong and b) insulting and c) pitiable. Another favorite term is "faggot." He teaches by the dictum, "If it bleeds, it leads:" if it's a not a battle or a massacre or an act of aggression, it doesn't interest him.
His sense of humor laughs at the pain or misfortune of others, and is openly homophobic when it's not focused on boogers, flatulence, incontinence, impotence, physical deformities, and calling people words that are also used to describe female anatomical parts in the most insulting way possible. He picks on people, and when they take offense, claims he's "kidding," which fools no one.
I am living with this, but I am not liking it; but now that I have written this, I can move on. Thanks.