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on monday, we started selling tickets for the vagina monologues in the most populated area of campus. of course, it was fucking raining and freezing cold, so we didn't sell many tickets, but nonetheless i stood out there with other lovely womyn, shouting about vaginas for a couple of hours. sometimes we state silly facts, like statistics show that 1 of every 2 people has an actual vagina! (your mom probably has one!) you should come see the show! alex switched up my old mantra so it would be Do you have a vagina? Do you know someone with a vagina? Did you come from a vagina? If you answered 'yes' to one or more of these questions, you should come see the Vagina Monologues! it's really awesome, haha. and it's so great to see womyn who are shocked at themselves, who never foresaw themselves yelling about vaginas on sproul. such a great experience.
monday night was the night i got pretty much no sleep, transcribing that interview (and it took forever!! guh), and then writing the paper to go along with it. i then had a midterm at 3:30 and think i did quite well on it. it's sort of an amazing feeling. like maybe i'm getting my shit together and might actually graduate or something. but i'm definitely speaking too soon, especially since i have 3 or 4 research papers to finish by may. DD= but i can do that. i can. will i, though? stay tuned. this will be interesting, if nothing else.
tuesday, despite my being sleep-deprived and pretty cracked out, was pretty good. =) i don't have much memorable to say about it.
wednesday was the skirt rally i mentioned in last week's entry. it was awesome, and it totally didn't rain. there weren't as many people as i thought should have been there, but whatever. there were an incredible amount of news crews there, though. so the next morning i get a text from my student kathryn, and an email from our faculty sponsor that they saw me in the san francisco chronicle. the picture's kind of big, and it's. uhm. strange. also, i appear in the article in the daily cal. it was also covered by abc7 news. and, i don't know. i'm having difficulties expressing my thoughts on the matter.
i guess the gist of it is that there's been backlash against the womyn who have been attacked by this dude. people are saying shit about why they were wearing skirts, why they were walking alone, why they blah blah blah. which is utter bullshit. blaming the victim. people have shit to do, okay. they have classes, they have meetings, they have dinners, they have parties to go to. and they have to get home after those parties/meetings/whathaveyou, regardless of what they're wearing. and it is ridiculous to blame someone for something like that because they were wearing skirts. absolute nonsense. men can control themselves. i fucking know they can, and i'm sick and fucking tired of people making excuses for the fucked up shit that some men do, just because they're men. whatthefuckever. if men can run the country, they can control their goddamn hormones, and when they can't, it is not the womyn they attack that are to blame. fucking bullshit.
..anyway.
we talked about feminism in my Womyn and Hip Hop class on wednesday. it was interesting.
thursday was ok. i was pretty tired. there was no hot water in the morning and i refused to take a cold shower. i wasn't as annoyed with glenn as i usually am, so that was nice. i was kindof excited about the next part of our research, but now i don't think i am anymore. i thought we were going to be analyzing mainstream representations of our topics (whether they be massage therapists, piercers, prostitutes, midwives, or whatever else), but apparently we're analyzing a representation. singular, not plural. just one. and i just really don't feel like one film or one show or whatever will give anyone a good idea of anything. i think it's quite dumb. i think she's dumb. but whatever.
femsex was good. i was so happy to see our students actually engaging with each other (and remembering each other's names!). lara and i are very proud. body image presentations are coming up on tuesday, DDD=. but =DDD at the same time. it's such an awesome time, you know. the midterm for femsex is the body image project, where everyone does a project about their body. how they feel about it, their experiences with it, how they relate to it, how they relate to the world through it. it's incredibly open-ended, and people come up with so many different things. it's really awesome. i don't know what i'm going to do, but since connie sobczack is coming in like 15 minutes to talk, i'm hoping to get some ideas. =D
today's been good. the thing is, i stayed up until like 2 am rereading in our bedroom, after the war, the epic college gsf of doom. i did this because i thought that my first time commitment was Extreme Self Love Hours, or clara's office hours, from 1-3. but when i rolled over at 10am, i felt like i might have been missing something. so i looked in my organizer, and it turned out i was supposed to be tabling for the Vagina Monologues from 10-12. motherfuck. so i rolled out of bed and started shoving clothes on (still haven't showered since wednesday, and really need to wash my hair). peed and brushed my teeth at the same time, then ran out of the door, picking out my hair along the way. it was all sunny but fucking cold, and ran into someone who used to be in the monologues along the way. kristin didn't mind me being late, luckily. it was good. jessica was hella late but i wasn't mad, since there were two of us and aimie was there too. also, there was a womyn playing guitar across the way, and aimie went to talk to her for a bit, and she ended up standing by our table and playing and singing songs about vaginas. it was pretty fucking awesome.
aannnd connie's here. i'm cutting this short. edits later. love you all!
on monday, we started selling tickets for the vagina monologues in the most populated area of campus. of course, it was fucking raining and freezing cold, so we didn't sell many tickets, but nonetheless i stood out there with other lovely womyn, shouting about vaginas for a couple of hours. sometimes we state silly facts, like statistics show that 1 of every 2 people has an actual vagina! (your mom probably has one!) you should come see the show! alex switched up my old mantra so it would be Do you have a vagina? Do you know someone with a vagina? Did you come from a vagina? If you answered 'yes' to one or more of these questions, you should come see the Vagina Monologues! it's really awesome, haha. and it's so great to see womyn who are shocked at themselves, who never foresaw themselves yelling about vaginas on sproul. such a great experience.
monday night was the night i got pretty much no sleep, transcribing that interview (and it took forever!! guh), and then writing the paper to go along with it. i then had a midterm at 3:30 and think i did quite well on it. it's sort of an amazing feeling. like maybe i'm getting my shit together and might actually graduate or something. but i'm definitely speaking too soon, especially since i have 3 or 4 research papers to finish by may. DD= but i can do that. i can. will i, though? stay tuned. this will be interesting, if nothing else.
tuesday, despite my being sleep-deprived and pretty cracked out, was pretty good. =) i don't have much memorable to say about it.
wednesday was the skirt rally i mentioned in last week's entry. it was awesome, and it totally didn't rain. there weren't as many people as i thought should have been there, but whatever. there were an incredible amount of news crews there, though. so the next morning i get a text from my student kathryn, and an email from our faculty sponsor that they saw me in the san francisco chronicle. the picture's kind of big, and it's. uhm. strange. also, i appear in the article in the daily cal. it was also covered by abc7 news. and, i don't know. i'm having difficulties expressing my thoughts on the matter.
i guess the gist of it is that there's been backlash against the womyn who have been attacked by this dude. people are saying shit about why they were wearing skirts, why they were walking alone, why they blah blah blah. which is utter bullshit. blaming the victim. people have shit to do, okay. they have classes, they have meetings, they have dinners, they have parties to go to. and they have to get home after those parties/meetings/whathaveyou, regardless of what they're wearing. and it is ridiculous to blame someone for something like that because they were wearing skirts. absolute nonsense. men can control themselves. i fucking know they can, and i'm sick and fucking tired of people making excuses for the fucked up shit that some men do, just because they're men. whatthefuckever. if men can run the country, they can control their goddamn hormones, and when they can't, it is not the womyn they attack that are to blame. fucking bullshit.
..anyway.
we talked about feminism in my Womyn and Hip Hop class on wednesday. it was interesting.
thursday was ok. i was pretty tired. there was no hot water in the morning and i refused to take a cold shower. i wasn't as annoyed with glenn as i usually am, so that was nice. i was kindof excited about the next part of our research, but now i don't think i am anymore. i thought we were going to be analyzing mainstream representations of our topics (whether they be massage therapists, piercers, prostitutes, midwives, or whatever else), but apparently we're analyzing a representation. singular, not plural. just one. and i just really don't feel like one film or one show or whatever will give anyone a good idea of anything. i think it's quite dumb. i think she's dumb. but whatever.
femsex was good. i was so happy to see our students actually engaging with each other (and remembering each other's names!). lara and i are very proud. body image presentations are coming up on tuesday, DDD=. but =DDD at the same time. it's such an awesome time, you know. the midterm for femsex is the body image project, where everyone does a project about their body. how they feel about it, their experiences with it, how they relate to it, how they relate to the world through it. it's incredibly open-ended, and people come up with so many different things. it's really awesome. i don't know what i'm going to do, but since connie sobczack is coming in like 15 minutes to talk, i'm hoping to get some ideas. =D
today's been good. the thing is, i stayed up until like 2 am rereading in our bedroom, after the war, the epic college gsf of doom. i did this because i thought that my first time commitment was Extreme Self Love Hours, or clara's office hours, from 1-3. but when i rolled over at 10am, i felt like i might have been missing something. so i looked in my organizer, and it turned out i was supposed to be tabling for the Vagina Monologues from 10-12. motherfuck. so i rolled out of bed and started shoving clothes on (still haven't showered since wednesday, and really need to wash my hair). peed and brushed my teeth at the same time, then ran out of the door, picking out my hair along the way. it was all sunny but fucking cold, and ran into someone who used to be in the monologues along the way. kristin didn't mind me being late, luckily. it was good. jessica was hella late but i wasn't mad, since there were two of us and aimie was there too. also, there was a womyn playing guitar across the way, and aimie went to talk to her for a bit, and she ended up standing by our table and playing and singing songs about vaginas. it was pretty fucking awesome.
aannnd connie's here. i'm cutting this short. edits later. love you all!