finished my paper for my food and culture class that’s worth 30% of my class grade.
it was supposed to be an 8-9 page paper including a bibliography page…it ended up being 13 pages including the bibliography.
whatever whatever. i’m going to do some editing tomorrow but my professor can deal. it’s her fault she assigned us so much shit to do at the end of the semester…she can suffer through all 12 pages of my paper.
my list of shit that i have to do before may 10 is slowly diminishing. now i just have:
can we talk about how my best friend from high school got in a really terrible bike accident last year during a race, went into a coma for 11 days, woke up and spent last spring and summer relearning how to read and write and now she made a comeback to racing this spring and is once again getting 1st place in her races and is still one of the top collegiate cyclists in the country?
today at work we literally had a line out the door for six hours. so my coworkers on register decided to have fun and take a “bro” survey. they literally asked every customer (college student or no) whether or not they identified as a bro. these were some of the results:
old people didn’t know what “bro” meant
college bros didn’t identify as bros
everyone said bros could only be boys
more girls identified as bros than boys
amherst college boys didn’t really know what bro meant
i never did find out what the final tally was though.
From Dean Spade’s Normal Life: Administrative Violence, Critical Trans Politics, and the Limits of Law.
The Big Problem: Queer and trans people, poor people, people of color, and immigrants have minimal access to quality health care.
The Official Gay & Lesbian Solutions: Legalize same sex marriage to allow people with health benefits from their jobs to share with their partners .
Critical Queer & Trans Political Approaches: Medicaid/Medicare activism; fight for universal health care; fight for transgender health care; protest deadly medical neglect of people in state custody.
The Big Problem: Violence against queer and trans people.
The Official Gay & Lesbian Solutions: Pass hate crime legislation to increase prison sentences and strengthen local and federal law enforcement; collect statistics on rates of violence; collaborate with local and federal law enforcement to prosecute hate violence and domestic violence.
Critical Queer & Trans Political Approaches: Develop community based responses to violence that support collective healing and accountability; join with movements addressing root causes of queer and trans premature death: police violence, imprisonment, poverty, lack of health care and housing.
The Big Problem: Queer and trans people experience violence and discrimination in the military.
The Official Gay & Lesbian Solutions: Eliminate bans on participation of gays and lesbians in the US military.
Critical Queer & Trans Political Approaches: Join with movements to oppose racist, sexist, imperialist military actions abroad and at home; demand reduction/elimination of defense budget.
The Big Problem: Unfair and punitive immigration system.
The Official Gay & Lesbian Solutions: Legalize same-sex marriage to allow same-sex international couples to apply for legal residency for the immigrating spouse.
Critical Queer & Trans Political Approaches: Oppose the use of immigration policy to criminalize people of color, exploit workers, and maintain deadly wealth gap between the US and the Global South; support current prisoners; engage in local and national campaigns against ”Secure Communities” and other federal programs that increase racial profiling and deportation.
The Big Problem: Queer and trans families are vulnerable to legal intervention and separation from the state and/or nonqueer and nontrans people.
The Official Gay & Lesbian Solutions: Legalize same-sex marriage to provide a route to “legalize” families with two parents of the same sex; pass laws banning adoption discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation.
Critical Queer & Trans Political Approaches: Join with other people targeted by family law and the child welfare system (poor families, imprisoned parents, native families, families of color, people with disabilities) to fight for community and family self-determination and the rights of people to keep their kids in their families and communities.
somehow i caught some unfortunate plague-like disease.
all my bones are aching, particularly my jaw. i’m super shaky. my nose can’t decide whether it wants to be plugged up with snot or let it all pour down my face. luckily my throat doesn’t hurt as bad today but it’s still scratchy and i’ve got a cough now. also breathing is awful and every time i open my mouth to take a breath i feel nauseous.
also, did i mention that it’s spring and spring/summer are the absolute WORST times to be sick because i’m looking out my living room window and it’s sunny and gorgeous out and flowers are blooming.
i have made some smart self-care decisions though, for which i am proud: i went to bed around 9:30 last night, i haven’t been smoking (not that i could even if i wanted to), i slept in this morning but still got out of bed instead of spending all day cocooned, i showered and got dressed like a normal human being and now i’m trying to flush out my entire body by drinking massive quantities of green tea.
so all day i’ve felt ridiculously good. better than i should feel on a monday with less than a month of school left and several yet-to-be-started papers and projects looming. i can pretty much attribute all of this to my outfit today, which, as silly as it is made me feel damn good.
here’s what i wore (see picture in my previous post to see some of these things):
shoes: sperry topsiders
chinos: j. crew waverly chinos
oxford: abercrombie and fitch (it’s about 8 years old and still going)
bow tie: ever lane
everyone kept asking me why i was dressed up, because the presumption is that no one dresses up ever without a purpose. alas i (unfortunately) did not have a job interview so i told everyone the truth: that it was a monday and i wasn’t really feeling that so i decided to dress up to make myself feel better. and it totally worked. i think dressing up is my new cure for shitty and generally blah days. it definitely beats throwing on a pair of sweats which, albeit cozy, usually make me feel gross and like i don’t want anyone to see me, whereas today i wanted everyone to see me.
on a side not, not only did i feel awesome for looking great, i felt awesome for looking great in menswear and queering my style (not that i don’t do that every day) in an obvious way that made people take notice.
i’ve been looking at a lot of jobs this week and have to say, i’m feeling a little lost.
i’m a journalism major, and that particular field is taking a big hit in the face of the economy and the influence of the internet and technology. however, i’d say that journalism is adapting and evolving, instead of disappearing.
that said, i really have no idea if it’s something i’m interested in anymore, or that i can even do. i’m not double majoring in computer science and social media just doesn’t really appeal to me. I’m starting to think that i don’t have the “visionary” qualities necessary to make it in journalism anymore, or at least to get noticed amongst thousands of other people and land a job.
the only problem is, this is just what i went to college for 4 years to do. and as excited as i am about graduation in a month, part of me feels ridiculously lost and hopeless, because not only is it going to be rough finding a job, i don’t even know what i want to find a job doing.
So yesterday morning I sliced my finger open really badly while cutting bread with a serrated knife. In the ensuing visit to university health services I had an experience that threw me off a little bit at the time but didn’t really bother me until I got the chance to think about it last night.
When I was in the room at uhs with mara, the nurse and the doctor and they were explaining to me what kind of bandages they would need to put on my finger for it to heal, I had the opportunity to ask them questions. When I asked the doctor whether or not I would be able to smoke, she told me that I couldnt for various reasons. She also said to me “just think of it as god’s plan for you to quit smoking.”
first of all, I don’t believe in god and don’t want god involved at ANY point in my healthcare, especially at health services at a public university.
Second, I’m glad that (even though it was a joking comment) all my agency and control over my own body and decisions were removed. God has no control or plan over my body and my life - I do. And I felt extremely uncomfortable having someone impose their beliefs on my actions, even in a minor way.