Shoulder Tendons

This scene has such wonderful representation. It represents AL and her competitiveness toward other women (and men), but also all of us lesbians who have felt in a similar position. We have all wanted to vie for the attention/affection/loyalty of a woman you fancy, take our position socially and romantically by making it obvious to whom we’re competing against that we are here to stay, am I right? Is it really just as simple as knocking a shoulder while you stride past? If so, I am going to do that from now on. I better prepare my shoulder joint and surrounding muscles/tendons for an onslaught of rivalrous tit-for-tats.

This scene also jogged my memory (pun!) of an encounter I had with someone jogging past me the other day. I decided to make eye contact, which we all know is the first stage of a friendly nod. But, upon doing so, I realized her eyes were nauseatingly bobbing up and down from running. So instead I looked at her mouth to assess if I should smile, and I think she was smiling at me, but she could have just been in pain, perhaps from shin splints?? God, those suck! I smiled anyway. But to cover my bases and leave no question in her mind that I was just being friendly, I waved, but by this time my head started moving up and down with hers as I was really scrutinizing her face, so she probably thought I was seizing. Then out of nowhere, I desperately yelled, “Good MORNING lady jogger!” Guys, it was 4pm. I wished her a good morning that wasn’t even physically possible until the next day! Like, I don’t even know this person! WHY did I come on SO strong??? I should have just gotten in her path and shoved her with my shoulder tendons. WWALD (What Would Anne Lister Do). Who needs niceties anyway?