{"id":253,"date":"2006-06-23T00:19:30","date_gmt":"2006-06-22T13:19:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/2006\/06\/23\/acrobatic-judging\/"},"modified":"2006-06-23T00:19:30","modified_gmt":"2006-06-22T13:19:30","slug":"acrobatic-judging","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/2006\/06\/23\/acrobatic-judging\/","title":{"rendered":"Acrobatic Judging"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A friend of mine is an trained acrobat. He is well-built, as he often works base. You know when you see acrobats standing on top of each others shoulders, three-high, and you wonder how the guy on the bottom can support them?  Well, he&#8217;s the guy on the bottom.<\/p>\n<p>I, on the other hand, am not a trained acrobat.<\/p>\n<p>I was with him once, when another acrobat that I didn&#8217;t know particularly well came up to us. She asked him about a gig. He explained he was unavailable then, and I joked that it was no problem as I would take his place. As we laughed, she briefly grasped me tightly, but warmly, by the upper-arm, and then excused herself went off to find another acrobat.<\/p>\n<p>It all seemed very friendly, until I noticed a few seconds later that I could still feel where she had grasped me &#8211; she had pushed her thumb in harder than you might expect.<\/p>\n<p>I realised she wasn&#8217;t just being friendly. She was surreptitiously testing my biceps to check my acrobatic credentials. <\/p>\n<p>I felt slightly violated! I had just been evaluated like a piece of meat&#8230; and clearly found wanting.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A story about a time I was evaluated like a piece of meat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[23,41],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-253","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-based-on-a-true-story","category-story-telling"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/253","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=253"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/253\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=253"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=253"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=253"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}