a lot of face, a lot of crank air.
this weekend was v.FamilyFriendly. a morning outing to the Mystics game (they won), hanging out with my oldest friend in chinatown* who i haven't seen in a second, breaking fast with some folks at the "family style italian restaurant" BUCA DI BEPPO. this place is amazing, i recommend it to anyone. i tried to go the bathroom and i got lost, there are so many rooms. it's one of those restaurants in the style of "announce a patron's birthday to the whole restaurant and force everyone to sing" and "let's throw as much shit as we can up on the walls," to the point where you can tell the workers got desperate and just started pulling crap out of their closets like old boots and headless babydolls to nail to the wall. everytime our waitress left our table she would get a really confused look and then say to herself, "ok, i don't know what i'm doing here."
it was good fun, but i'm having a hard time dealing with the fact that just about every one of my friends is in some kind of intense committed relationship. i've always planned to not get married, but i feel like i'm going to grow old alone and have all my friends come visit me with their spouses/long-term partners. it makes me nervous after a while.
*if you haven't been to dc's chinatown, don't. chinatown is cvs, urban outfitters, and fuddruckers with chinese characters next to their names in english.
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i'm still pretty upset over my intro to black women's studies class last thursday. we've been looking at a lot of the artwork of faith ringgold (remember Tar Beach?) so there's this one pretty dope painting she has of these two big black women in sun dresses called Two Jemimas. they are multi-colored, but you can tell they're black by their facial features. anyway, it's expressionism, right, but so all these girls raise their hands and start saying things like, "They Look Like Monsters," and "What Is She Trying To Say By Painting Them So Ugly?" [note: this is a class of mostly black females... and most of the girls saying this were big girls.] they start talking about the women's lips and noses and natural hair, and how ugly and freakish they look - "And Look At Those Big Fat Legs!" and "Why Are They Wearing Those Little Dresses They Can't Fit Into, They Look Like Ho's."
it's disturbing how much i see people hating themselves in college. because, basically, these big black girls were saying, "we hate big black women." it's frustrating. it reminds me of last semester when this kid who i know is gay (because i know him but he doesn't know/remember me) came up to me at the library to ask for help finding some books for a project on same-sex marriage. i'm dressed in pretty dyke-mode, and i walk him right over to the section with all the legal/wad books without even looking them up in the catalog, so i'm obviously performing pretty queer here. regardless he starts looking at the books and then starts saying, "oh no!" i'm like, "what?" and he says: "i just need the information, i don't need to see all these nasty pictures of homos."
???!!!!!
it was good fun, but i'm having a hard time dealing with the fact that just about every one of my friends is in some kind of intense committed relationship. i've always planned to not get married, but i feel like i'm going to grow old alone and have all my friends come visit me with their spouses/long-term partners. it makes me nervous after a while.
*if you haven't been to dc's chinatown, don't. chinatown is cvs, urban outfitters, and fuddruckers with chinese characters next to their names in english.
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i'm still pretty upset over my intro to black women's studies class last thursday. we've been looking at a lot of the artwork of faith ringgold (remember Tar Beach?) so there's this one pretty dope painting she has of these two big black women in sun dresses called Two Jemimas. they are multi-colored, but you can tell they're black by their facial features. anyway, it's expressionism, right, but so all these girls raise their hands and start saying things like, "They Look Like Monsters," and "What Is She Trying To Say By Painting Them So Ugly?" [note: this is a class of mostly black females... and most of the girls saying this were big girls.] they start talking about the women's lips and noses and natural hair, and how ugly and freakish they look - "And Look At Those Big Fat Legs!" and "Why Are They Wearing Those Little Dresses They Can't Fit Into, They Look Like Ho's."
it's disturbing how much i see people hating themselves in college. because, basically, these big black girls were saying, "we hate big black women." it's frustrating. it reminds me of last semester when this kid who i know is gay (because i know him but he doesn't know/remember me) came up to me at the library to ask for help finding some books for a project on same-sex marriage. i'm dressed in pretty dyke-mode, and i walk him right over to the section with all the legal/wad books without even looking them up in the catalog, so i'm obviously performing pretty queer here. regardless he starts looking at the books and then starts saying, "oh no!" i'm like, "what?" and he says: "i just need the information, i don't need to see all these nasty pictures of homos."
???!!!!!