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I was riding my bike through the wind, really enjoying myself, making note of the clouds and birds and certain patches of sunlight, when I saw a woman barf into a bush right outside of the boardwalk arcade. I feel like this is indicative of all of Santa Cruz. It would be mostly beautiful, were it not for an overabundance of vomit, spit, and obscenities, in public.
I'm taking Feminist Theory. Why? Why am I taking that? Maybe it's because I'm nearly done with my major, and I wanted something stimulating and difficult. Maybe I thought that by using every available brain cell to unwrap theoretical questions of gender, globalization, and sexuality, then I could successfully avoid thinking about questions that are less intellectual, yet even more unanswerable: what to do for money after college, where to live after college, and with whom.
I'm taking Feminist Theory. Why? Why am I taking that? Maybe it's because I'm nearly done with my major, and I wanted something stimulating and difficult. Maybe I thought that by using every available brain cell to unwrap theoretical questions of gender, globalization, and sexuality, then I could successfully avoid thinking about questions that are less intellectual, yet even more unanswerable: what to do for money after college, where to live after college, and with whom.