just saw a guy jaywalking across a four-lane street in a wheelchairjayrolling? jaywheeling? idk but it was something i didn't expect to see
today i was running a study with three-year-olds about school readiness, and when i asked the kid for a word that rhymes with lock, he said “cock”
me and the mom looked at each other and snickered for like probably two entire seconds
wow shoutout to my project partner marisol for recommending songza, i am listening to a playlist called “sampled by kanye”
feeling anxious about waking up tomorrow and somehow i have convinced myself that staying up later will make me feel better but really tomorrow is just going to be a shit dayevery day is a shit day i'm not sure if this is just pre-finals angst or
‘Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’ve got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don’t want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons."
X-Ray and Anatomical Stained Glass Windows by Wim Delvoye
also earlier alan told me that i looked tired and that i had bags under my eyes and i mean, i’m not really offended and i am definitely perma-tired, i guess i just didn’t realize it was that obvioustired blogging
i wonder how much time i have spent calling myself lazy for not getting out of bed when really i was just feeling too anxious/depressed to even think about doing anything