I'm all riled about about Anita Hill again.
Clarence Coke Can came out with a new book where he claims that, lemme guess... he never sexually harassed anyone.
Anita was a crappy worker. Anita was an over-reactor. Anita was just pissed no one was promoting her.
Oh, and it's so easy to accuse a black man of sexual misconduct.
I bet Larry Craig/Mark Foley/Bill Clinton/Gary Condit/Strom Thurmond/Franklin Roosevelt/Grover Cleveland/Alexander Hamilton/etc. are wishing they could use that one.
So now, because I wasn't old enough to get fully pissed about this when I was 13, I'm livid this morning.
My biggest problem with Clarence is that he's retarded. He's a douchebag. And he gets to make decisions about my uterus.
That's just great.
This genius writes a book reminding us about the time 16 YEARS AGO one of his employees went before a bunch of uptight rich guys AND every television in America to say her crappy boss played around with his pubic hair in the workplace and maybe he shouldn't be in charge of a vending machine much less upholding the Constitution.
Thanks Einstein. I almost forgot about that one.
Oh, and the name of his book is "My Grandfather's Son."
You mean your father? Ooooh. Deep.
Anyway, now that I've travelled in a time machine to get ticked off about something that happened in 1991, I might as well hang out here for awhile. If you need me, I'll be watching Blossom and affixing a "We Believe You Anita" bumper sticker to Rhonda the Honda...