Why Women Choose The Bear

My contributions to The Bear debacle which along with a new sketchbook entry and a few homemade memes (on Instagram as @pjsuperior) includes some personal experience:

Now most of these fellas out there upset about women hypothetically choosing The Bear are obviously city slickers because I have been seeing time and again the argument to the effect of “well you say that because you’ve never even been around a bear which WILL KILL you every time!”

Well, y’all, I’m from the Smoky Mountain foothills of East Tennessee, where black bears roam wild. I grew up in Bean Station, to be specific, so you can confirm my rural roots status. I’ve been around the bears, wild ones, multiple times. Once by myself at home, a big black bear was digging through the fire pit in mom’s front yard and it ran off as soon as I opened the door. Growing up and exploring the area where we lived, my cousin and I saw bear tracks around those parts. They were there.

At around pubescence I started sneaking out at night just to roam the woods at night, no flashlight, but with my dog Shadow, where we were among only the wild creatures of the Southern Appalachian wilderness, including bears and also mountain lions whose tracks we had also seen, whose intense cries we’d heard ring across the waters there. I did this frequently. And never was I bothered by these animal predators. But I did experience severe SA from old men as a child, long before my dark woods wandering, right under the roofs of both my parents’ houses. Of course I’d choose the bear. I already have in the utmost literal sense. We are safer with the bears. I’m living proof. Miss PJ