So, smoking stinks...but...here is my Throwback Thursday photo. This photo was taken in my friend Kathleen Kat Widdens deceased aunts house on the Isle of Staten. I had decided that my life would follow one of two paths. Either 1) I would go to beauty school, get my hairdresser license, and save money so I could follow the Grateful Dead, or 2) I would go to grad school at Sarah Lawrence for Womens History, if I got in. Jerry Garcia died in August of 1995, and my dream of following the Dead was dashed (so was my heart). I got my acceptance letter to SLC in Spring of 1996, and decided to go ahead with it. This photo was taken that summer of in-between-time. I drank a lot, found myself a boy toy, came home late when I came home at all, and wore nothing but overalls and sports bras. I worked odd jobs, cutting lawns, painting houses, and landscaping. At the local hardware store they referred to me as The HandyBabe. I was utterly unconscious of what I was getting myself into with grad school, how much work it would be, how lacking I was in critical thinking skills, how buttoned-up and formal it would be. How people act when they think of themselves as prestigious. Perhaps Virginia Woolf, Betty Friedan, and Judith Butler would all have roundly disapproved of me that summer. Perhaps people still disapprove of me for being the way I am. Thats ok. Approval is not what Im after. A revolutionary life of free will, lessons, choices, and literally sucking the marrow from the bones of experience is what Im after. Still. (BTW: I quit smoking for good when I dedicated myself to Aphrodite. She was having none of it. Havent touched a cig since. But yes, Rob Mack, this was a Parliament Light.) #tbt
Posted on: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 16:30:25 +0000
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