Tolkienite intimidation

It's been three years, six St Pauls College nudie runs, assorted asshats banging on doors at weird hours, two intrusions and one lurking streaker, one puddle of vomit trodden in by accident, numerous drunken idiots yelling idiotically, but i'm not easily intimidated. In first year, the security guard had to *remind* me to shut my door because there were drunk guys on the loose.

I've never, ever, seen fit to wake up the RA and get the security guard's number.

But then, I've never had a small posse of men standing outside my door chanting
it is not like you, Bilbo, to keep friends waiting on the mat, and then open the door like a pop gun.
Which has to be the WEIRDEST intimidation tactic ever, even granting that they were reading off the picture on my door. But still.

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ajodasso's writing challenge for the week is: Six word memoirs.

her life in six words:
And then, suddenly, there I was.

and my life so far, in six words:
Surprised, it's true: university improves everything

And now, a story about nuns...

Actually, a story about a lovely lady who is not a nun, and the rather awesome thing she was able to do, with the aid of a group of nuns. Her name is Mary Assunta, she was a resident of Women's College for six years- so she's been around the whole time that I've been here- and she's just finished her PHD and is working for the Australian Cancer Council, involved in tobacco control in the asia-pacific. A few years ago she recieved the prestigious Luther Terry Award.

One of the exploits which put her on the map of global anti-tobacco advocacy was getting up, in the middle of the 1998 stockholders meeting of Phillip Morris International- before six hundred immediate spectators and live global video feeds- to ask the amusingly-named CEO, Bible, why so much tobacco marketing in Malaysia was being aimed at minors.

And how did a Malaysian anti-tobacco campaigner come to be in the stockholder's meeting for Phillip Morris? Ah, well, here's where the nuns come in...
There's a lovely little community of nuns, somewhere in the US, whose convent owns a nice chunk of Phillip Morris shares, and has done for the last hundred years or so. Having decided that actually, the tobacco industry is a nasty thing, did they sell their stocks? No, they did not. Instead, they hung onto them, and routinely nominate anti-tobacco campaigners as their proxies to stockholder meetings. Mary was the first international anti-tobacco advocate they had ever sent.

Isn't that cool?

Aaand... coming up, as a special present to those on my flist: tales of guerilla advocacy.

Help from the blogging community?

I linked yesterday to the weirdest response to my blog, ever. I emailed the woman back, and today she sent me the list of questions for 'dating advice from medievalists'. The final question is 'what is a good quote from medieval literature to use in flirting?'

What do we reckon? Best medieval flirtation quote? I mean, personally, I discovered quite by accident that being able to quote Genesis B makes me powerfully attractive, but I suspect that's a particular quirk of the medievalist I was talking to.