Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

We already know life has kicked me more than once lately . . .But, in short, I made my Minoru before I left for Ecuador. And, to my chagrin, I'm finally  getting it on here.  Good grief!  But, before the gushing of my favorite coat--that I've gotten compliments from my Momma and across the globe about, the first two days of Me Made need a super quick round up.   Day One Some quasi shameful RTW running capris, a Deer and Doe (actually my muslin Plantain ), a do rag with scraps from a bag I made and wore out, and you can't see them but knickers.  I graded at home, all day, so this was spiffy.  I did blather, for a moment, the last entry here about knickers.  Day Two My one hour convert (a pair of jeans into a skirt) and a renfrew.  The Renfrew is a perfect wear to lounge, and here I just got back from a long overdue massage and mani/pedi.  Hence, she's a little stretched.  And now . . . onto my coat. I had pl...

And here it's been a month since I last posted . . . eh, sorry about that.  First I went with students to do some community and gardening work in Ecuador.  Ten days, and three cities later, I came back to NYC with a nasty, nasty bought of strep.  Two rounds of antiobiotics later, and I'm still under the weather and not rebounded.  I like my MD, he's nice enough, but . . . 150 bones to see him, another round of antibiotics (which 99 percent of women know the over-the-counter cure that goes along with those), and yea . . . I'm hoping a few days of early to bed, lazy evenings, and DayQuil will fix me.  Stubborn, maybe.  Broke from taxes, certainly.  Though, I owed a little less than a third of what I had to hemorrhage last year.  So . . . I feel pretty lucky right now. Some quick pics of Ecuador for ya, and no . . . there are no pictures of my strep throat.  Though, I did learn you can search strep throat on Instagram and . . . yea, people STO...

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...

And here it is nearly three weeks later and I'm carving some time . . . well, damn, time is getting away from me.  I last left with leaving for the AHA in Washington DC.  Yup.  I even brought the cold with me. Home, the day I took flight from NYC to DC. DC thought I needed snow to feel at home.  Um, DC . . . no.  No snow needed, but thanks for the thought.   And then there is the basis of the AHA . . . The big meeting of historians, not just ones that study the States.  Yawn, stretch, drink some more coffee.  For three days, every year I go, I run non-freaking stop.  As in, at one point, I told my editor that we needed to find chairs or conversing with me would be from the floor.  I was more serious than not.  Damn, just thinking about the three meetings  about random things, one panel presentation, two (or was it three) meetings with editors, coffee with a colleague, coffee with two more, submission of my vita ...