My brain = porridge

[blamebrampton]

I've not had a good memory since I was hit in the head by two tonnes of taxi in the '90s, it's like a library after a cyclone up there. So I rely on external sources.

Does anyone have any idea who I am talking about when I say that I vaguely remember the story of a French woman who was so disgusted at the treatment she was receiving in a meeting that she silently took the hat of the man who was oppressing her, squatted over it and urinated freely.

I had a vague idea it was Colette or Anais Nin, but Google is no help, and the brain? She is porridge. In fact this woman may not even be French. Though she is definitely a woman. Or was, she could be mouldering by now.

Anyone?

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[symetric.livejournal.com]

What does it say about my brain that the first thought that popped into my head was: hey, isn't that like some old law where a more than 6 months pregnant woman is apparently allowed to pee inside a policeman's helmet if she needs the toilet?
Also since I'm an uncultured swine I have no idea who Anais Nin is. Don't kill me. However that is going to be remedied very shortly.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

You know, that was the highest ranked Google response when I was trying to track down who this was: http://www.ukpoliceonline.co.uk/index.php?showtopic=25915

You're allowed to not know who Anais Nin is, she is a bit obscure! She's cool, though, and wrote lots of short pieces if you just want to dip into her works. Though many of the stories attributed to her seem to grow with the telling ...