No more broken hearts - we're better off apart, let's give it a try
My short skirt
is not an invitation
a provocation
an indication
that I want it
or give it
or that I hook.
My short skirt
is not begging for it
it does not want you
to rip it off me
or pull it down.
My short skirt
is not a legal reason
for raping me
although it has been before
it will not hold up
in the new court.
My short skirt, believe it or not
has nothing to do with you.
My short skirt
is about discovering
the power of my lower calves
about cool autumn air traveling
up my inner thighs
about allowing everything I see
or pass or feel to live inside.
My short skirt is not proof
that I am stupid
or undecided
or a malleable little girl.
My short skirt is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
My short skirt is not showing off
this is who I am
before you made me cover it
or tone it down.
Get used to it.
My short skirt is happiness
I can feel myself on the ground.
I am here. I am hot.
My short skirt is a liberation
flag in the women's army
I declare these streets, any streets
my vagina's country.
My short skirt
is turquoise water
with swimming colored fish
a summer festival
in the starry dark
a bird calling
a train arriving in a foreign town
my short skirt is a wild spin
a full breath
a tango dip
my short skirt is
initiation
appreciation
excitation.
But mainly my short skirt
and everything under it
is Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
-Eve Ensler, Vagina Monologues
Vagina Monologues = awesome
It's quite snowy here, not to mention fucking freezing. ESPN Gameday is here today, so that's an all day ordeal. I have lots to do today though. I have to shoot Emily for an executive portrait for class & read. I also have to go buy the Adobe Creative Suite for my computer. I am sick of having to depend on the Newhouse labs for my computer needs. It's bad enough I need it for the photo lab. I watched Romeo + Juliet last night - the Leo DiCaprio & Clare Danes one. It depressed me sufficiently. Ah well. Time to put some laundry in. Oh, Saturday.