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Thanks for highlighting this.

I deal mostly with people I’d class as “weak engineers” but there is at least one person at my work who falls into that predator category. This helps me to reframe those interactions and perhaps respond more appropriately.

Editing to add: in case you missed it, another blogger posted this excellent (related) concept a few years ago - Executive Function Theft

She’s just trying to crawl the web!

If you ask a colleague to do their fucking job and they hit you with the ol’ executive function theft, you have every right to respond with “Seems about right. Let me know when you’ve had a chance to think about it/test it out.” Then give them a deadline (reiterate when you need their input, when the next status update is, set a meeting to discuss, or something) that makes it clear you regard the question as unanswered.

Turdonuclear explosion.

She is pretty cool.

I’m on a tear today, as you can tell by my interaction with my wife.

I do not know.

Either it wasn’t, or the movie is more engaging than I realize because aside from one scene, I didn’t think about her vagoofer at all.

Yes, I called it a vagoofer instead of vagina, labia, or vulva. (Or as my phone would like me to say, Virginia, Latvia, or Vatican.) Mostly because my wife is mortified by the term, and I like seeing her mortified. I’m going to read this comment to her after work. I will update it to let you all know if she squealed with embarrassment or rolled her eyes at me.

Edit: Elevated reaction, middle of the road on the mortification scale. She tried to hide her cute little smirk by looking away and told me to “shutthefuckup” - said as one word and entirely with love, mind you. When I got to reading the part about reading the comment aloud, she blushed and gently pushed my shoulder telling me to “get outta here”.
She also does not recall having noticed Margot Robbie’s vagoofer.