Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

So, here it is Women's History Month and . . . well, you should have expected something from me.  We all know I have a fond affection for Gloria Steinem , as I've read her works, listened to her speeches, and one of my first academic publications was a summation of her.  As my friend T and I say, a lot of our dress and style invokes her.  Though, I've still got a Bohemian streak or two.   Seriously, Women's History Month or not . . . Women's Lib and the progression of Women's Rights has always been a central spot of my life, writing, and work.  Even in 2014 women are devalued, underpaid, and pared off in ways that men are not.  We are treated in ways that men would never be.  I, with a PhD and articles and books, am still asked to hold fucking coats.  Ions ago, while working as a Girl Friday for a brick company, the president never asked me to get his afternoon soda.  Why? He was terrified, after one encounter with me, that I'd shake tha...

As of late the days are getting longer, or so I hear.  Though, there's still stale, dingy colored snow lurking on the ground . . . in March.  C'est la vie en  New York.  Word is that there is snow, there isn't snow in the forecast.  Who knows . . . all I know is that the pace of life and the dreary days of winter take their toll on anyone.  I've craved and eaten more citrus fruit than I have in my entire life, and in the course of that I've struggled with the toils of Lupus and swollen joints.  When I had to see my doctor for international clearance and got the godsend of a plaq script (while still being devoid of health insurance) it all came in the perfect moment. A little more than a month later and, well, I'm near my mojo again.  C'est la via.  Plus vrai . . . Of course, as I've mentioned more than once (most recently  ) body image is always a Pandora's Box of hell shaped goo that leaks and seeps out a...