Unconscious people do not want tea!

Between opening a piece about sex and consent with God Save the Queen and the sexy "it's in British" accent, RantWoman is rolling on the floor laughing.


Readers who would not particularly prefer another journey to Planet RantWoman are not particularly invited to skip the following excursion, but RantWoman can handle the fact that some people will try to duck away anyway.

HOWEVER, ya know what?

1. Blindness is not particularly consensual. Suppose RantWoman is peacefully going about her business, perhaps bearing a nice cup of tea. Suppose RantWoman and Ambassador Thwack happen upon an unscious person. (rest of mental excursion left as an exercise!)

2. Oh, Lord does this rustle up content of the "Go Talk to Your Therapist (about RantMom for instance) " sort lurking in RantWoman's Spiritual compost heap. Mleah.