Temporarily Able-Bodied
I meant to include that in my litany of Die, Privilege, Die: white, male, cis*-, hetero, upper-middle class, over-educated, temporarily able-bodied privilege can SUCK IT.
In the pursuit of getting my anger out: 2 loads of laundry are in progress, sinkful of dishes is washed, stovetop is scrubbed to within an inch of its life, coupons are cut out and organized, zucchini is grated to make bread later (we have no eggs, d'oh!). I'm going to hop in the shower and then go to the pharmacy and grocery store, and then come back and make zucchini bread and continue the laundry process. And watch some Simpsons Treehouse of Horror later.
Unrelated to healthcare reform -- to my utter shame, I just realized how easy and cheap it is to make beer bread from scratch (I had been buying TJ's beer bread mix for $1.99, which *is* inexpensive for a prepackaged bread mix). Out of curiosity, I googled "beer bread recipe," and came back full of shame.
3 cups self-rising flour
1/3 cup sugar
1 bottle/can beer
That's it. SO much cheaper than a mix (even a $1.99 mix). Sheesh. I'm going to make MOUNTAINS of that shit.
Hmm. Maybe my experience is unusual, but I've done far, far more reading for my sociology M.A. than I ever did for my Eng Lit B.A. But I thought both subjects had a tendency to neglect historical background - among some professors. Not all. My disability studies professor is probably the most learned person I have ever met, and he expects a lot from his students. (It's near-impossible to have a debate with him. He knows too much.)
Edited: I should have pointed out that I was addressing that to Shir.
Edited: I should have pointed out that I was addressing that to Shir.
I was pretty sure it wasn't a commentary on beer bread. (There would be a winky emoticon here if I used them.)
I was pretty sure it wasn't a commentary on beer bread.
You don't know. It could have been. Maybe I made a lot of beer bread during my B.A. and all that reading got in the way.
Or something.
Beer bread has a long and rich history, that's for sure.
I'm not familiar with beer bread; what's it like?
I saw a recipe for beer cinnamon rolls the other day. May have to dig that up.
Huh. I love cinnamon, and most beer, but that just makes me think eww.
Okay, I'm a strong woman. I can take care of myself. I pay my bills. I change lightbulbs. I take out the trash. I'm good on my own. I can handle things.
That being said....
There is a Big Ass Wasp in my window..the inside part..and all I keep thinking is I wish there was a man around to take care of it.
There is a Big Ass Wasp in my window..the inside part..and all I keep thinking is I wish there was a man around to take care of it.
To be fair, I expect you'd probably welcome any gender of rescuer. The Girl is spider-killer in our family. I am a wuss.
Do you object to spraying them with poison until they shrivel up on the window-sill? (Wasps, that is. Not Girls.)
