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first and hopefully last feminist rant on this blog
i walked to CVS at 7th and FL this morning to get claritin bc i was dying of allergies and was street harrassed by some bozo. he's all "hey girl you look so sexy in that girl i wanna..." to which i normally would've ignored it and walked on but this morning i was like drowning in snot and hadn't even had coffee and i wasn't having it at all so i was like "hey man its like 9:30 in the morning" and he's like "its just a compliment" and i'm like "that's not a compliment, its rude" and he's like "so what's a compliment?" and I'm like "just say hello" to which he says "well you shouldn't be leaving the house like that if you don't want 'compliments'." see below documentation of exactly what I was wearing, as if it mattered which it doesn't, but like fuck you asshole i am not even wearing anything scandalous, which would be fine even if i was because like this is america and it is my birthright to dress as skanky as i want without you getting all up in my stuff at 9:30 in the fucking morning, you cretinous shit.
UGH WHAT A JERKFACE I AM SO PISSED UUUUUGH.
UGH WHAT A JERKFACE I AM SO PISSED UUUUUGH.
its go time
i'm leaving DC July 7. I'm flying to Kansas City to visit with fam, friends, and my favorite little thrift store on the plains that never fails to yield a girly dress or two. Then I'm driving from KC to Boulder, then Salt Lake, then Tahoe, then SF. that's the plan.
oh but first i need to sell all my shit on craigslist, and plan a swap to get rid of all my clothes, and send my books to Powell's to sell, and find a box to pack my bike in, and pack up all my remaining crap and figure out the most economical way to ship it 3000 miles across the country, and cancel my gym membership, and switch the gas bill out of my name, and hang out with all my friends before i go, and see any last DC cultural markers I never got around to seeing in the last 4 years, and make sure my new student loans are on their way into my Berkeley account, and gaglak;dlgkha;lkdg.
needless to say i didn't do any of that boring shit today. duh, i leisurely drank some coffee, watched a Top Chef marathon, and started to read INFINITE JEST. AGAIN. finding inspiration in this effort, i've decided to get back in that hard, junk-chafing saddle again and just finish it.
some history: i bought the book at Politics and Prose on my birthday in January 2007 but felt too intimidated to even pick it up until early 2008. then i took 6 months to get through the first 200 pages and another 3 months for the next 100 and then infinitely frustrated, i threw it at the wall where it left a large dent.
but this time my confidence is up and I'm ready to try again. only thing is, I start grad school (lo, not even grad school, but pre-grad school dork camp, like wtf) on August 10th, so I have only 8 weeks in which to slog through 981 pages of incomprehensible mind-fuckery plus 96 pages of endnotes, most of which are as mesmerizing as the catalogue of ships in the Iliad. but no matter, its on. finite jest it will be this time. you hear that, DFW? finite.
oh but first i need to sell all my shit on craigslist, and plan a swap to get rid of all my clothes, and send my books to Powell's to sell, and find a box to pack my bike in, and pack up all my remaining crap and figure out the most economical way to ship it 3000 miles across the country, and cancel my gym membership, and switch the gas bill out of my name, and hang out with all my friends before i go, and see any last DC cultural markers I never got around to seeing in the last 4 years, and make sure my new student loans are on their way into my Berkeley account, and gaglak;dlgkha;lkdg.
needless to say i didn't do any of that boring shit today. duh, i leisurely drank some coffee, watched a Top Chef marathon, and started to read INFINITE JEST. AGAIN. finding inspiration in this effort, i've decided to get back in that hard, junk-chafing saddle again and just finish it.
some history: i bought the book at Politics and Prose on my birthday in January 2007 but felt too intimidated to even pick it up until early 2008. then i took 6 months to get through the first 200 pages and another 3 months for the next 100 and then infinitely frustrated, i threw it at the wall where it left a large dent.
but this time my confidence is up and I'm ready to try again. only thing is, I start grad school (lo, not even grad school, but pre-grad school dork camp, like wtf) on August 10th, so I have only 8 weeks in which to slog through 981 pages of incomprehensible mind-fuckery plus 96 pages of endnotes, most of which are as mesmerizing as the catalogue of ships in the Iliad. but no matter, its on. finite jest it will be this time. you hear that, DFW? finite.
beach weak
Last weekend for Memorial Day I went to Dewey Beach. That's in Delaware in case you're wondering. That's right. a beach. in Delaware.
It was awesome in the trashiest way. I'll try and paint you a picture. One night when we got back to our rented condo after doing Jager shots at a bar on the beach called the Rusty Rudder, we played charades which is like my favorite game. we decided the theme of this round should be "Dewey Beach" so everyone wrote down like 4 things that had to do with Dewey Beach and put them in the hat for others to act out. These were some of the charades that Dewey Beach inspired in us:
Douche
F.U.P.A.
mohawk
shrinkage
rasta mon
rohypnol
preakness (as in shitshow)
I don't remember the rest but trust me we were surrounded by the kind of mtv spring break crowd that makes you sad to share a species. but did i mention there was a beach? yeah, a real beach with sand and waves! and a giant rusty metal pipe running a mile along the beach and out into the atlantic where a dredger was anchored! but whatever! I bought a red string bikini (!)! and my national security dork friends made a sand Pentagon! behold:
So after everyone left the beach to go back to the condo to make lunch, I stayed a bit longer and sat in my beach chair in my red string bikini (!) and read THE FOUNTAINHEAD and enjoyed my day at the beach in DELAWARE. Inevitably some d-bags wandered by and go "HOLY SHIT THE PENTAGON COOL BRAH!" and chest bumped. then they turn to me and one is like "oh hey you a fan of Ayn Rand?" and i'm like "we're not having this conversation" but really I say "well, she's an uber-capitalist and she's got some fucked up ideas about gender, but I like it so far" to which they say "oh yeah... wasn't she like a LESBIAN" to which i say nothing because i died. the end.
ps, I made veggie burgers for beach bbqing.
It was awesome in the trashiest way. I'll try and paint you a picture. One night when we got back to our rented condo after doing Jager shots at a bar on the beach called the Rusty Rudder, we played charades which is like my favorite game. we decided the theme of this round should be "Dewey Beach" so everyone wrote down like 4 things that had to do with Dewey Beach and put them in the hat for others to act out. These were some of the charades that Dewey Beach inspired in us:
Douche
F.U.P.A.
mohawk
shrinkage
rasta mon
rohypnol
preakness (as in shitshow)
I don't remember the rest but trust me we were surrounded by the kind of mtv spring break crowd that makes you sad to share a species. but did i mention there was a beach? yeah, a real beach with sand and waves! and a giant rusty metal pipe running a mile along the beach and out into the atlantic where a dredger was anchored! but whatever! I bought a red string bikini (!)! and my national security dork friends made a sand Pentagon! behold:
So after everyone left the beach to go back to the condo to make lunch, I stayed a bit longer and sat in my beach chair in my red string bikini (!) and read THE FOUNTAINHEAD and enjoyed my day at the beach in DELAWARE. Inevitably some d-bags wandered by and go "HOLY SHIT THE PENTAGON COOL BRAH!" and chest bumped. then they turn to me and one is like "oh hey you a fan of Ayn Rand?" and i'm like "we're not having this conversation" but really I say "well, she's an uber-capitalist and she's got some fucked up ideas about gender, but I like it so far" to which they say "oh yeah... wasn't she like a LESBIAN" to which i say nothing because i died. the end.
ps, I made veggie burgers for beach bbqing.
things i'm so! excited! about! right now!
1) I just ordered this 12" Lodge cast iron skillet and this lid!
2) I also just ordered a copy of Baking with Julia!
3) I'm going to try my hand at making my own natural yeast starter for sourdough bread!
4) I think my next cooking insanity-fueled purchase will be a baking stone for some serious chewy, yeasty, french style loaves. fuckinay!
5) I'm going to hear Michael Pollan speak at a free lecture in Baltimore this Saturday! Even tho the food portion of the evening is already sold out and it will probably be standing room only!
Also, I've been planning in my mind all the delicious things i will be making in my perfect kitchen in my perfect pink victorian-style studio apartment in Oakland with hard wood floors and claw foot tub and a deck off of the kitchen where I will never need air conditioning or heating. Quick someone smack some reality into me please and remind me that i will be going to school 900 hours a day and won't have time to make pop tarts you idiot!
2) I also just ordered a copy of Baking with Julia!
3) I'm going to try my hand at making my own natural yeast starter for sourdough bread!
4) I think my next cooking insanity-fueled purchase will be a baking stone for some serious chewy, yeasty, french style loaves. fuckinay!
5) I'm going to hear Michael Pollan speak at a free lecture in Baltimore this Saturday! Even tho the food portion of the evening is already sold out and it will probably be standing room only!
Also, I've been planning in my mind all the delicious things i will be making in my perfect kitchen in my perfect pink victorian-style studio apartment in Oakland with hard wood floors and claw foot tub and a deck off of the kitchen where I will never need air conditioning or heating. Quick someone smack some reality into me please and remind me that i will be going to school 900 hours a day and won't have time to make pop tarts you idiot!
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