FCPs

the other night, i went to borders and that was a really poor decision on my part because i love looking at books and love buying books and love reading books (regardless of how much reading i have for actual classes in which i will be graded). i bought "female chauvinist pigs" (FCPs), this pro-feminism book about how women have gone from wanting to be seen as anything but sexual objects to wanting to be seen as nothing but sexual objects (as evidenced by the popularity of girls gone wild and howard stern and playboy and breast implants). i'd be lying if i said that i agree with everything the author's written in the book, and i'm definitely not well-versed enough to have a complete opinion, but i've never really thought about the social implications of a women's movement expressing "liberation" and "power" through jiggling around in order to be ogled by men. mad and i talked about this weird objectification of women (in much broader terms) last week, when we had to walk through a parking lot full of construction workers who shamelessly stare us down every day, even though they can barely see us and we're walking fast and our boobs aren't on full view, just simply because we're women. it's gross and upsetting. i've never been the kind of girl who gets self-esteem from the slobbery approval of guys at frat parties or in passing trucks or at construction sites. (i have, i'll admit, been the kind of girl who hopes her skin clears up so she can stop feeling like a mutant - but in my defense, i feel like that's a slightly different issue). being assessed like that by strangers makes me feel kinda violated and uncomfortable. sure, maybe i want to be perceived as attractive, but that in no means implies that i want to be treated like a hooker just for having a vag.

(i'm way stoked that i just used "vag"...finally!)

in other news, i nearly fell on my ass in mud today in front of haines. i was on my way to the flying squirrel meeting and was trying to be all badass and walk around the trash can and before i knew it, my ski-soled traction-less sandals went out under me and i did one of those crazy wobbles to regain my balance (and i did, and that was good).

also, i don't have to work tomorrow night, so i can go to my psychology research methods midterm review, which is nice because even though i know that review sessions almost never help me, i still have this weird obsession with going to them. almost as if my not going will karmatically (word? it should be) kick my ass when the test day rolls around.

i'm gonna eat some granola and dried apricots. and maybe try to do some school shit too.