I sobbed when my son was born. Had an absolute nervous breakdown in the delivery room, just crying and crying on the floor. Completely unable to stop. My ex-wife finally had a security take me out of the room because I was upsetting the baby and he couldn’t take his first breath or something and they needed room to work. But that shows I have compassion, right? It shows I can love other human beings and feel for their pain. The kid just struggled so hard to bust through Maria’s stomach at the end of that C-section – it was breathtakingly beautiful. And symbolic, you know? I mean of the way men have to struggle against women and ultimately decimate them to survive. It was just a real powerful moment for me.
So when this woman in the Finance department says that I “disregarded her personal space” and “made her feel uncomfortable,” maybe she should speak to my son. I don’t have current contact information for him, but he can definitely speak to my proud, Rafiki-like moment when he was born and assure her that I would never do any of those things. Yeah, I was Rafiki and not Mufasa because I still can’t say with certainty that the kid is mine. But I CAN say that I won’t sign her ridiculous statement of allegations. Because I have compassion.