So much has happened since my last post about disappointment. I’m not ready to share the details, but if you know me at all, you know it’s been a difficult summer. Instead of writing about that right now, I’m sharing some ideas that I might eventually make sense of, too. Let me know if any of them sound interesting.
Handwritten essay drafts in various notebooks:
Stevie Nicks as the Fairy Godmother of Rock
The Evolution of Baby in Dirty Dancing
My favorite summer spot
Essay/story/joke ideas in Notes on my phone:
Dolly Parton and football
What NOT to say to someone who’s just lost a loved one
Play it where it lies
Always Duckie, Never Andie
Talking to girls about Rob Sheffield
We will be fine. Your friends will be fine. It will be OK. I promise. (Did I lie?) 11/8/16 10:52pm
Rites of passage: So many of my firsts were disappointing
Every boy she has a crush on is dying … crushed under the weight of her infatuation.
The best of the era in music. The worst of the era in racism. Alabama.
If women are so powerful that we can control men’s thoughts through such a mundane thing as our clothes, don’t you think we’d have given them better thoughts? Like … “Let’s pay women the same as men for the same job!” “Don’t rape!” “Let’s take half our corporate profits and feed the hungry, shelter the homeless, make sure a great education is free for all kids, and provide for our veterans!” “Love who you love!” “Women can make their own reproductive decisions!”
Goodnight.
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