w.w. on no.

No, said the nerd, I proudly refuse to learn this lesson. Moreover, I promise to not even fake I'd learnt it at last. Maybe that is because I want to teach you some: I don't want you to get away with this. I don't want you to break my spirits. I don't want to be instrumental, then, for breaking your next victim. I don't want you to look out for a next victim. I want you to take away the useless pressure immediately. I want you to stop spreading false accusation and to build your systems on wrong assumptions. Maybe that's not a lesson. Maybe that's just no.

v.v. on attention

What would you do in such a case, the young woman asked. Nothing, said the nerd, I would do nothing about it. Except, maybe, make a break and work things through the way you prefer to do it. You could certainly go and blame that man. You could try to sue him. But what would happen? They would hunt him down in your name. What would that do to you? They would say, you're the victim. They will make him the victim of their hunt in front of your own eyes. You will see him suffer - and therefore, you will suffer. As you are a compassionate human, in general. All the more they will try to coerce you to behave as befits a victim. Would you want that? Certainly not. The entire setting would only heap more and more guilt on your back, on the long run. You'll never escape. That's why they immediately killed raped girls in earlier times. These had no chance in archaic societies. They still don't have in societies of that kind today. We may hope to be better off these days, here, in Berlin. But the blanket is still very thin. So: You better be silent. Talk only to folks you can really trust. Maybe to nobody, about certain questions. Be gracious, generous, calm, and cool. That is the only way to keep at least those tiny little threads of your life in your own hands that we may hold in our own female hands: here, in our societies, today. And how long? We've known a lot about moves backwards, haven't we. Tell your own story your own way, if so you wish. Make use of it, some kind of use, your way. But which way soever that may be: Make sure that there remains an "I"-saying active subject. You. Do your own thing, follow your own path, be proud of the things you've achieved already, and walk on. They cry, they want to find out, they press? Don't even laugh at them. Ignore those idiots, who try to glory in your achievements as if they were theirs. This does not mean that you must needs remain helpless under the feet of your abusers or exploiters. The opposite. You just make sure that you are the one who still holds the origins of her achievements. You make sure that you are the one who still rules, in what situation soever, concerning your own life, and maybe, sometimes, beyond. If necessary: Confront your enemies, real enemies you even sue - but avoid them, if you can. A lady will walk, but never run. This comes with a price: for them. Why so? The lady will NEVER be available for people who don't deserve it. And she IS the only one to decide who deserves it and who doesn't.  If she decides that someone despised by others IS actually worth her attention: she will give it. Just so. Without further comment. Where you feel like that - let go. Sometimes. Not too often. But where YOU decide to NOT be available: you are not. No campaigning, no sanctions will change your mind. No plans designed by others will convince you. Everything is fine with that. Wave them good-bye with a smile.

u.u. contention

A, you still want to teach me contentment, said the nerd lifting her brow, so you are not content with my achievements?

t.t.

Taking a stroll to a pub, the nerd found out that abortion had climbed the charts of everyday-conversation significantly. She got involved quickly, like "hey, you, you over-nosed nerd, what do you say about …" and that. "Well," said the nerd, "I don't see great change here: the mother who murders her child is the shield and justification of patriarchy from the time the myth of Medea was formulated - while the truth of the matter and the 'real' of patriarchy is the murder of the mother." "How about the murder of the father then," asked one of the folks at the table. "Yes, certainly," said the nerd, "this is a good idea: you occupy the consciousness of the perpetrators with a fake problem in order to not let them see their real problem, don't you?"

s.o.s from mr. precuneus

Okay, I did that, I am responsible for a double-double "q" and a double-double "r", said Mr. Precuneus, but you may be sure about the reason: It was because I was so afraid of saying a double-"s", of course, and that was due to my time in Germany. Now, tell me, asked the interviewer in her nice and soft voice, what did strike you most in that country? Racism? The cold? The dark winters? Christmas? Quality? New diversity? Well, let me think a little, answered Mr. Precuneus, and after a very short while he went on: Now, if you are asking for the common classifier of leftist Germans, right winged Germans, artists, scholars, the middle class, the lower class and the upper class, the male and the female, the gay, the single and the more family oriented population, the corrupt conservatives and the corrupt leftists, the uncorrupt conservatives and the uncorrupt Green-party folks, I can only think of one thing: They don't feel like having done a real job before they have destroyed someone or something without remnants. Their sense of "Gründlichkeit" - that is it. Good for them (and their possible victims), if they have at least severe argument about whom or what to destroy in order to "heal" it, or to "teach" it, or to "improve it" or to "build" it from the bottom to the top after having smashed it first.

r.r. confidence

With the little help of breaking your confidence and entering your private sphere, we found out that you suffer from a lack of confidence, said the man who had the decency of not wearing a uniform. O, said the nerd, that is so smart of you. May I offer you my teaching license in addition?

q.q. rain

No more fighting, said the nerd, and collected some drops of rain.