Invasion of Privacy. WARNING! WARNING!

It's one thing if your computer-illiterate mother wants to borrow your computer to do her HSN/QVC shopping. But the more she uses my computer to "practice", the more uncomfortable I get. I never ever agreed to be mom's "teacher" in the first place, and I don't want her to be messing with my laptop to the point she makes it crash or else delete something extremely important. Then you wake up to something like this:

Me: *gets up from bed, hears the "Bad Boys" song, wonders if the TV is on*
Music: *switches to the Title Theme from Philosophy of a Knife, whose soundtrack is exactly what you want your family to stumble upon*
Mom: *absolutely clueless* *holding the laptop with iTunes on*
Me: *runs like hell to click the stop button* What are you doing!? Don't touch my music!
Mom: *still clueless* How do you get Talking Heads to play?

Great. Now I activate certain keys on the keyboard and it brings up different programs/windows. Mom is wrecking my computer. When the hell are we going to install Mom's desktop so she'll stop ruining my laptop and invading my privacy? brb, backing up my novel and fanfiction before months and months of work gets fucking decimated no thanks to her.

...And the minute I need a memory stick, all of them go missing and I can't find any of them. This is off to a brilliant fucking start!

Writer's Block: It’s Women’s Equality Day!

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Less slut-shaming, please. Being a woman with a sexual drive makes her neither an object or a horrible person.