My Vagina Is Angry
Amen to Eve Ensler and her glorious work, The Vagina Monologues. I rather enjoyed my college's adaptation. It was the best $2 and date with myself on a Saturday night that I've had in a long while.
My SO stayed home with the babes while I got some quality time with my #1 self. Seeing the Monologues was a good time to appreciate the many efforts and sacrifices women as a society of its own has made. I am proud to be a woman and am further blessed to have wonderful women in my life. I am thankful for women like Eve who help others rid themselves of shame. Rawr.
Anyway.. back to business. My feature writing (journalism) class has an assignment to write a piece about a "historical" .... something well.. historic. I chose the Monologues because its a part of Women's History Month (March). I've been a slacker of sorts in other ways, I felt this was a way to rectify and realign inner-peace--what have you.
its not quite the 11th hour, but here I am typing away at my article to try and get the meat and potatoes out of the way so I can focus on the little stuff like the corn kernels of my piece (like inserting interview quotes here and there, a tedious task indeed!)
I'm tired and about to go to bed. Yet, I'm compelled to come back here to my secret corner of the internet to delve my most inner thoughts, secretly hoping to find a connection in the great out there; perhaps I'm not alone after all.
Lately, I feel that life has been a hit or miss and more often than not, a miss. As eloquently as my photo 2 professor has stated, I have been dealt a hand in which I have to cope (in a hurry). So much circumstantial crap is going on. I'm always waiting on someone or something else and it sucks.
Cue Jack Johnson, Sitting, Waiting, Wishing.....
Joke. Seriously, no time for theatrics.
There's got to be more to life than having to wait. I'm tired of waiting. Like Veruca Salt, I want it NOW. Perhaps its my Achilles' heel.. patience, or lack there of.
I've got a lot on my mind. My brain is screaming and I'm sitting silent. ... frustration.
In other news, my new photo assignment is a self portrait. Perhaps if I brave it, I will post my raw self in the near future. My lovely, disheveled Monday morning self.
Glorious.