My friend Jenna is quitting smoking, on which I congratulate her unreservedly. Nicotine is a devilishly hard drug to kick; I managed, after countless false starts, to quit smoking, but I will probably leach nicotine into the soil long after I am dead. Note that I said I quit smoking but not nicotine; quitting smoking was, in the end, a matter of
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On to other stuff. Yeah, the models we use for intersectional issues are decidedly imperfect. I think of them as something like a trend line on a chart - it doesn't show the lie of every data point, but it shows the general trend. (ugh, I think that's the right terminology, but I should have been asleep hours ago. Bad insomnia! Stupid autoimmune crap!)
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I survived about an hour at Christmas inside the house of my aunt and uncle, who both smoke (though they've laid off smoking inside it seems like except in their bedroom). Thank heavens they've backed off, because I had to leave early a couple years ago due to the smoke coming out of the soft furnishings, and it causes A Thing with that side of the family if someone who is physically in a location where they can come to a thing doesn't. I only went to Christmas because I was told we'd be eating outside...which we eventually did, but the food wasn't actually ready when it was supposed to be, and they only had one heater for outside, which wasn't actually sufficient for the group. We of course sat my grandma and my mother (who both get cold very easily) right under the heaters. I wished I'd brought a heavier jacket, as I hadn't been thinking about eating outside and only had my thin raincoat. If I'd been clever, I could have borrowed something warmer from my mom, but...I didn't think of it until we got to my uncle's.
Anyhow, before we left Philly, that would have had me outside and huffing off my inhaler and coughing, where this time I did need the inhaler but was just...uncomfortable, a bit tight...instead of having a more severe attack.
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I don't even have words for it. The level of stupid, it hurts. It hurts.
By that kind of thinking, my mother - who grew up in a poor Irish-Catholic household - should never have gotten into any honors classes. She was a runner up for the National Merit Scholarships.
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