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Stratify THIS

  • Posted on February 23, 2010 at 1:07 pm

The truth will set you free. But first, it will piss you off. ~Gloria Steinem

I spaced on a homework assignment. Okay, two. I was annoyed with myself when I realized that I’d not read the chapter, much less written the paper when it hit me:

It went into that deadzone in my brain where all obnoxious “deal with it by ignoring it” things go. Ignore it until I can get to a place where I can deal (and right now isn’t really that time).

The class is “Social Stratification”. The study of our society and how race/class/gender/income all come together to make us who/what we are. When I’m in class, I’m engaged, constantly relating my life experiences to the topic at hand (and working hard at keeping my big mouth shut so Those Kids can participate in class too LOL).

But the more I read the more I wanted to be doing something ANYTHING else. I flip to my Google Reader (72 unread), to my Gmail (nothing), to my OKCupid profile (one message, not flirty), to my school mail (nothing) to picking up the broom and sweeping everything into a pile so I can pack my backpack and make sure I’ve got workout gear and my lunch and OOPS I’m too late to get to class on time.

Which is a good thing, because the reading response? Still not written. Because I still haven’t finished the chapter and I can’t respond to the chapter until I’ve read it. Why?

I don’t WANT to see in print that I’m economically beyond disadvantaged. I don’t WANT to read that because I’m a Female Head of Household (with no husband present) the odds of me being “successful” (depending on how you define success, of course) are slim-to-none. I don’t WANT to read that the fat cats are getting fatter while I bust my ass and that it’s always been this way and always will.

I get it. I promise I do. I’ve been listening to “you can’t DO that” my entire life and I’m GOING to do it anyway because there’s no good reason for me to just sit on my hands and get steamrolled. We’re fine, we’re making it, please take your statistics, roll ‘em up tight and shove ‘em where the sun don’t shine.

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Short attention span. I has it.

  • Posted on December 17, 2008 at 8:15 pm

I decided I might be a bit on the snacky side so I went into the kitchen.

Mama said she wanted the kitchen phone moved to the bedroom, but the cord isn’t long enough to reach her jack. And as it turns out, the cord was hardwired into the phone. I discovered this when I took the bottom of the phone off. (I thought it was just a base and that I could unplug the cord and replace it with the cord already in Mama’s room.) I said a few choice words when I saw the hardwiring job, and dropped a screw.

I thought the screw had rolled under the stove, so I pulled the drawer out. Didn’t find the screw.

Did find a filthy mess, though – so I got the broom and swept the toys and measuring spoons out and dampened a washcloth to spotscrub the floor.

Scrubbed a few spots, then realized that this really ain’t gonna work. So I pulled the stove away from the wall, swept the floor again and scrubbed it with the mop.

Then I looked up and realized that the sides of the stove were filthy, so I cleaned that too.

Then I remembered that I’d wanted to cook something to eat.

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