2003-05-13 @ 4:38 p.m. | Weird Tuesday

Song in my head: Don't think I've got one

Mood: about as cyclical as the appearance of the sun right now

Current book: another Nancy Thayer book, couldn't tell you the title


I'm suddenly getting a touch of a headache.

It's probably this annoying research stuff I need to do for Shelley (my boss, if I've never mentioned her) - she wants me to find out what international laws there are regarding the employment of people with disabilities, like the ADA. Easier said than done, I'm finding. Blah. I just want to go home and take a nap.

I got my hair cut on Friday and it's really short - about to my collar - and I always forget how much better this length looks on me. Just about every boyfriend I've ever had always wanted me to have long hair, even though they wanted me to have hair I could never have. I can grow this stuff long, sure, but it'll be lank and stringy and oily and limp and gross - not the Pantene Lady Godiva mermaid mane the shampoo commercials want you to think can be achieved by anyone.

Come to think it, I think that's what annoys me most about commercialism in all its forms. The idea that each one of us is infinitely malleable, that with the right amount of product consumption, we can finally be acceptable. I feel this most strongly as a fat woman, but often I forget that we all get these messages. Your hair's not right. You're too short. You're too tall. Your clothes aren't right. And my god, what about that nose! It can go on and on and on, and you can shop and shop and shop to correct all your flaws, and it's so freakin' hard to break that cycle, and I know this is nothing original but damnit, I'm still feeling it. Maybe I need to lay off the TV for a while.. :-)

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